Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

Song Xilan didn't believe it when he learned that Song Lianhe was safe and sound, with not even a hair missing.

But how could the news brought back by the full moon be false?

She suppressed all the complicated emotions and asked, "Where is the prince?"

"Well, I just asked the coachman that the prince is going to Huaxufang."

"Where is that?"

"My servant also inquired about it and said it was... the Jiaofang Secretary."

Snapped.

Song Xilan suddenly swept all the tea cups on the table to the ground.

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Huaxufang.

Shu Fengli knelt on the ground, lowering his head and not daring to breathe.

Zhenniang stood aside and looked at him coldly.

Zhou Junlin took a sip of tea, his eyes darkened, "Where have you been?"

Shu Fengli tightened his fists slightly and lowered his head: "Go back to the prince, my subordinates are looking for enemies."

"Oh?"

Zhou Junlin raised his dark eyes, his eyes seemed gentle, but there was a hint of coldness and alienation for no reason, "You will also have enemies?"

"Back to my lord, since my subordinates are the 'guards' of Huaxufang, they naturally have to gamble and have sex with prostitutes. Otherwise, they are no longer guards. Since they go in and out of these places, they will have enemies, and it is natural for them to be provoked and seek revenge. ”

These words are quite reasonable.

Huaxufang is a place where dragons and snakes are mixed. The interpersonal relationships here are complicated. If you want to find out the information, you will inevitably make some "sacrifice".

Just like the people kneeling in the hall right now.

Seeing the injuries on his body, Zhou Junlin softened his attitude and said, "Go down and heal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Shu Fengli clasped his fists and bowed his head, then went down.

But before leaving, he glanced in Zhenniang's direction, then abruptly looked away and strode out.

"Zhenniang."

When Zhou Junlin called her, his tone was much softer.

"Your Majesty."

Zhen Niang turned sideways and bowed slightly towards him.

"Have you found out more about King Qing?"

"Yes," Zhenniang said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Zhou Cangyan entered the Liguan Sect not long ago, transformed into Fuyuan, and claimed to be King Xin of the Wuxi Kingdom."

"Huh, King Xin? Fortunately he can figure it out."

Although the Wuxi Kingdom is in civil strife, it will always be on guard against foreign enemies. King Xin's spies have already been stationed at Li Zongguan.

"He came to see you."

Zhenniang tightened her jade hand in her sleeve, steadied her chest, and said slowly: "Yes, he is investigating the affairs of Hubei Mansion."

Zhou Junlin sneered, "So, he should know that you are doing things for me."

At this moment, Gu Ha hurriedly came into the wing, lowered his head and whispered: "Your Majesty, Princess..."

When Zhenniang heard these words, her lips straightened and her breathing felt heavy.

Zhou Junlin frowned, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "You go outside to say hello."

"Subordinates retire."

Zhenniang walked out of the wing, holding the handkerchief in her hand, and couldn't help but touch her face. She quickly cheered up and led the maid to the hall on the first floor.

She saw Song Xilan almost at a glance.

This was not the first time Zhenniang had seen her. She had secretly seen her outside the general's mansion as early as in Ling'an.

She really does look like her.

At the same time, Song Xilan also saw Zhenniang.

According to Song Xilan's intelligence, she guessed it when she first met Zhenniang.

Zhou Junlin has no personal relationship with her.

Zhenniang saw a flash of clarity in the other person's eyes, and her heart felt like she was hit hard, with guilt and unwillingness mixed with various emotions.

She has always lived in the shadow of Song Xilan.

Song Chilan sat elegantly in the elegant seat, with the full moon standing behind her. Even though she was a maid, and even though the injury on her face had not healed, she still looked bruised and swollen, but she still couldn't help but be arrogant in front of Zhenniang, even It is noble. The servants were also divided into three, six or nine grades. No matter what, she was still with the princess, which was better than a woman like this in the hook-and-rail courtyard.

Zhenniang Pingting came over and said, "Madam, are you the one who wants to see me?"

Song Xilan didn't speak, but looked her up and down.

Zhenniang has seen this kind of condescending and scrutinizing gaze many times, but the other person is Song Xilan, which makes her feel that she has endured great humiliation!

She maintained a decent smile on her face and let her look at her.

"I'm here to find someone."

Song Xilan said straight to the point.

Zhenniang lowered her eyes and smiled: "I wonder who Madam is looking for?"

"My husband." Her voice was gentle and moving, with the charming and charming temperament raised by a wealthy family.

I think she is loved by her husband.

Zhenniang tightened her grip on the ropa in her hand, and she, who was always polite, blurted out: "Everyone here in my house is a man. I wonder which one the lady is looking for?"

This statement was somewhat sarcastic, insinuating that Song Xilan was unable to control her husband.

Song Xilan's face turned cold.

Man Yue immediately scolded: "How dare you, a prostitute and a madam, talk to my wife like that! I think you are going to die!"

On weekdays, Song Xilan would scold Man Yue for speaking dirty words.

But at this moment, she just sat there coldly, as if she was a proud snowy plum blossom, elegant and holy.

The little maid behind Zhen Niang, Magpie, was the one who had been with her for the longest time. She couldn't stand others insulting her, so she couldn't help but retort: ​​"You're all here looking for someone, why bother pretending to be aloof and pretentious? My wife just opens a shop. He's doing business and he didn't hold a knife to your man's neck? What does it have to do with my wife if he wants to do it?"

"Magpie!"

Zhenniang immediately scolded her.

Magpie knew Zhou Junlin's identity, but he also knew that his wife had deep affection for him, so he couldn't help but speak for her.

Song Xilan looked at the master and servant with cold eyes and lowered her eyes.

"Full Moon, Palm Mouth."

"Yes!"

Man Yue rolled up her sleeves and walked over. Zhenniang tried to stop her, but she pushed her aside hard and then slapped Magpie twice in the face.

Magpie covered her face and her eyes were red with grievance. Zhen Niang was the most defensive. When she saw Magpie being beaten, she turned around in anger and said angrily: "Madam, you are of noble status, but we are not humble either! Magpie is from Huaxufang." Man, it’s not Madam’s turn to teach you a lesson!”

Song Xilan pursed her lips lightly and smiled coldly: "Whether it's your turn or not, that's up to me. What is your identity? Do you need me to say more?"

What is your identity?

Is it a subordinate of Zhou Junlin or a clone of Song Xilan?

Song Xilan's contempt seemed to bend Zhenniang's back at this moment.

At this moment, someone lifted the curtains hanging on both sides of the private room and walked in, "What happened?"

Seeing the person coming, all the grievances in Zhenniang's heart suddenly burst out.

He went over to help Magpie up and just caressed her face distressedly. Her eyes were red and tears were hanging on her eyelashes. She wanted to cry but didn't want to cry. She was very lovable.

"King's Landing~"

Song Xilan stepped forward in surprise, holding his arm as usual, and snuggled half of her body into his arms, "Why didn't you tell me when you came out? You made people come out to look for you in the middle of the night..."

The man's keen and piercing gaze passed over Magpie's face and then towards Zhen Niang's red eyes, and his brows couldn't help but tighten.