Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

Seeing him lower his eyes and not speaking, Song Lianhe felt refreshed.

"I still have things to do, Your Highness Prince Ling, please do as you please." After saying that, he led his men away.

Zhou Junlin wanted to reach out his hand, but in the end he could only let it fall dejectedly.

It's ironic that he never felt guilty towards Song Lianhe before. After all, there were so many women who loved him, like the daughter of the Imperial Censor. He didn't even care about her name. It was only recently after she followed Song Lianhe to manage the "medical clinic" that he learned that her name was Cao Ying.

But why has this feeling of guilt become more and more prevalent recently? Whenever I see Song Lianhe, I can't help but want to make up for my debt.

even……

You may even have some inappropriate thoughts.

He had imagined more than once, if he had accepted this feeling at the beginning, what would the result be today?

"Your Highness, it's time to go in." Gu Ha reminded in a low voice.

Zhou Junlin said nothing and turned to go into the mansion.

Song Xilan had just gotten up, feeling half-conscious. Besides dreaming about the full moon, she also dreamed about that annoying voice, which kept saying things like "You are the heroine," "She is just a supporting role," "You have to take back everything that belongs to you"... It annoyed her greatly.

"Princess, the prince is back."

The servant came to report, and at the same time, Zhou Junlin had already entered the house.

When he saw the princess with a pale face, what flashed through his mind was Song Lianhe's equally clean and white face. The difference was that the former was lifeless, while the latter was full of vitality.

Once a person starts to make comparisons, he will lose his normal mind, and everything will be divided into high and low.

Even though he knew that Song Xilan was still angry with him about what happened last night, he was no longer in the mood to comfort her as usual.

Similarly, Song Xilan was also holding her breath and sat there too lazy to even stand up to greet him.

She helped him to save face outside and beat her maidservant to death with sticks, but he didn't know how to comfort her and make her feel relieved?

Zhou Junlin sat opposite, and it was Gu Ha who poured the tea for him.

He picked up the tea, then put it down in a distracted manner.

"This morning, Madam E was beating drums and gongs in front of the mansion gate, asking you to come out and administer justice. Why did you avoid her?"

Song Xilan chuckled and said, "I can't even administer justice to my own maid, so how can I manage others?"

Zhou Junlin frowned and his attitude became stiff, "Princess, are you still angry with me?"

Song Xilan's heart trembled, she bit her lip and lowered her eyes: "I dare not."

“Don’t you dare?” Zhou Junlin’s eyes were indifferent, and he said slowly: “No matter how angry you are with me, you are the Princess of Ling, and everything you do represents the Ling Palace! Madam E cried out in public, even if it was just to save your own face, you should personally accept the plaque she handed over! Instead of letting the wife and children of Governor E kneel in front of the palace in public!”

Song Xilan also knew that she had acted on impulse. Facing Zhou Junlin's accusations, her face gradually turned pale. She looked at him guiltily, and her voice softened unconsciously, "Husband, I know I was wrong~ But husband also knows that Man Yue and I grew up together. She is like my half sister. She died so miserably... She cried to me in my dreams..."

Seeing her quietly wiping away tears, Zhou Junlin also softened his heart, "This king has no intention of blaming you, but I want you to understand that your current status is different from that in the general's mansion, and you need to be more thorough in doing things. Although your mother's background..." He paused, and finally did not say anything that would embarrass her too much, but just said: "Even if no one has ever taught you, you should know the truth. Your sister did a good job in this regard. She stepped forward at the critical moment and took over the plaque. Regardless of whether she vindicated the name of Governor E or not, she earned a good reputation for herself and the emperor's uncle."

Song Xilan listened silently, the silk handkerchief in her hand almost breaking into pieces.

Gritting her teeth, she said softly, "My husband has taught me that Xilan knows she is wrong."

Seeing her humble herself so much, Zhou Junlin felt a little bit sorry for her. He held her hand across the table and wanted to say a few words of comfort. At this time, Gu Ha came in and whispered in his ear.

"She goes to that kind of place?"

Zhou Junlin's face darkened, he let go of her hand, stood up and walked out.

Song Xilan looked at her hands, then looked in the direction he left, her eyes gradually filled with hatred.

When Gu Ha whispered, she vaguely heard the words "Song Lianhe".

-

When they arrived at "that kind of place" that Zhou Junlin mentioned, Song Lianhe did not go in immediately, but asked Daxi to buy a few bowls of ice yogurt first.

The climate in Lizongguan is dry and hot, and eating a bowl of ice yogurt is simply a divine enjoyment.

Ice was a precious thing in the summer in ancient times. There is a book that says "In Chang'an, ice and snow are as valuable as gold and jade in summer." E Jintang is the son of a prefect, and he is considered the second-generation ancestor of Li Zongguan. He can't afford to eat it. Every summer, he only buys one or two bowls to satisfy his craving.

So when he saw this rare thing today, E Jintang was so happy that he picked up the bowl and put it all into his mouth.

After eating, he looked at Song Lianhe and others eagerly.

Song Lianhe: "...Daxi, go buy a few more bowls."

"Princess! It's expensive!!"

Daxi felt painful when spending this money.

"It's okay. Someone will pay us."

"Oh, just spoil him!"

"By the way, pack two more bowls."

Da Xi had no choice but to take E Jintang to buy a few more bowls.

Song Lianhe directly handed the thing in his hand to Xuan Mei, "It's for Zhou Cangyan."

Xuan Mei looked down at the ice cheese in her hand, then looked at Song Lianhe, her eyes still full of helplessness.

She is a guard, not a wild goose

However, she still turned around and left as she was told.

There are not many people in Huaxufang during the day. Occasionally, there are only a few people here to discuss business or entertain friends.

Just as Song Lianhe, E Jintang and Daxi were about to walk in, they were bumped into by a little beggar.

When E Jintang saw his aunt being knocked down, he became so angry that he picked up the little beggar.

“Girl, please spare me, girl, please spare me…” The little beggar was almost scared to tears. He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and was very petite, with thin arms and legs. E Jintang could break them with just a little force in his hands.

"forget it."

Song Lianhe stood up and patted E Jintang's tense arm. Only after she spoke did the latter let go.

"Ouch!" The little beggar fell directly to the ground, upside down.

Song Lianhe glared at E Jintang, then looked at the little beggar, "Are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem!"

The little beggar wanted to get up, but he let out a cry and immediately squatted down again, holding his ankle and sweating coldly from the pain.

"show me!"

When Song Lianhe went to check, she found that the area was already swollen.

She frowned.

The little beggar timidly said at this time: "This is an old injury, it has nothing to do with you."

Song Lianhe was a little surprised to hear the little beggar say this.

How could she not see that this was an old injury?

But she didn't expect the little beggar to expose himself and didn't take the opportunity to blackmail her.

It’s not that she thinks human nature is too bad, but she understands the dark side of human nature that can grow in adversity.

She thought for a moment, then stood up and motioned to E Jintang to carry the little beggar on his back, "We'll have to find a clinic later."

E Jintang was simple-minded. When he saw the little beggar fall, he assumed it was his fault and had no complaints when he carried the little beggar on his back.