Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

There was a pavilion on the back mountain of Daoyuan Temple. Song Lianhe slowly walked into the pavilion.

Zhou Junlin put his hands in front of him, a gentle smile on his lips, and watched her approach quietly.

"Zhou Junlin, I have something to ask of you."

Song Lianhe didn't bother to be polite with him. She had to go see her third uncle next and there was no time to waste.

Zhou Junlin heard her familiar tone and was no longer as polite as before. The smile on his face deepened a little, "You go."

"Can you... marry Cao Ying?"

The smile on Zhou Junlin's face suddenly froze.

Across the lake, Gu Ha stole an apple from some temple, rubbed it on his body and started eating it.

"My prince doesn't look too happy!"

He stared at the pavilion in the center of the lake and said with considerable experience, "He should be very unhappy."

Usually, in this situation, the other party can only wish for the best.

However, the person in front of him was Princess Qing, so no matter how unhappy he was, he would endure it.

Tsk tsk, when has his prince ever suffered such an injustice?

"It's just asking him to take a concubine."

Xuan Mei suddenly said this, which scared Gu Ha so much!

"What did you say? Taking a concubine?"

Xuan Mei glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't all men like to have three wives and four concubines? It's just to please them."

"Those you said are ordinary men, but they do not include our prince!" In Gu Ha's heart, Zhou Junlin is good in every way.

"So what does he think of our princess?"

"Uh, this..."

"He has married his sweetheart and is still greedy after marriage. I don't think he is that special."

"you……"

Gu Ha couldn't argue, so he just glared at her angrily and said, "Anyway, Princess Qing will be disappointed. My prince won't agree!"

As Gu Ha was speaking, he saw Song Lianhe and Zhou Junlin walking towards him.

Zhou Junlin still looked unhappy, but Song Lianhe was very happy. "Oh, you are indeed the author's biological son. You have a high level of ideological awareness! Don't worry, you have solved the urgent need of the Cao family. The Cao family will remember it. If there is a need in the future, as long as it does not violate the law or go against conscience, the Cao family will help you!"

"Oh, you are a good lobbyist."

Zhou Junlin followed beside her. His previous elegance and grace were long gone. He felt angry but unable to speak out.

"I have seen that the Cao family has a higher place in your heart than I do."

"How could that be!" Song Lianhe was in a good mood and immediately coaxed him, "Tell me, who is that Prince Heng to you? An old enemy! If he forcefully marries Sister Cao and gains the power of the Cao family, who will he deal with first? You!"

After she realized what was happening, she narrowed her eyes and stared at him: "No, this is not right. You should be the one worrying about this matter. You should be the one who thinks of a solution first! How come we have to beg you now?"

Zhou Junlin was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and said, "Whoever wants to sit on the throne can sit on it. I don't care, and I don't want to force it."

"you……"

How did he do it? He was so persistent about so many things, but just gave up overnight?

Zhou Junlin lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "This matter is only to help you, not for anything else."

"Uh……"

His sudden sincerity left her speechless for a moment.

I always feel like I'm bullying him.

"Within three days, I will bring Miss Cao to the palace."

"Uh, okay..."

Zhou Junlin turned and left.

Gu Ha understood it clearly. When he left with the prince, he glared at Song Lianhe with some resentment.

That look was like looking at a scumbag.

Song Lianhe: "..."

Forget it, it’s all because of Cao Ying, let them complain if they want.

After leaving the back mountain, she went to the main hall, where a young Taoist priest was already waiting.

"You are the second young lady of the Song family, please follow me."

"Thank you."

Song Lianhe was still reviewing the matter with Xuan Mei as he followed the little Taoist priest. "I originally thought that if he agreed to this, it would be a win-win situation, but he said that he didn't want to fight for the throne anymore! If he doesn't fight, Prince Heng will be the only one in power. Once he becomes the emperor, not only Zhou Junlin, but even your master will not be spared!"

Xuan Mei followed her and said calmly, "That's because he knows he has no chance of winning." After a pause, he added, "Compared to my lord."

"That's true."

Zhou Cangyan has his grandfather's 80,000 Black Armor Masters at his disposal, as well as the help of all the secret agents. Plus, with his current status as the leading man, he can fulfill his long-cherished wish just by thinking about it!

Thinking of Zhou Cangyan wearing the yellow robe and sitting on the dragon throne...

For some reason, the picture always seems weird.

At this time, the young Taoist priest had led them to the quiet room, where Song Lianhe finally met Old Master Song, Venerable Lingxi, whose Taoist name was Wuwei Sanren.

"Third uncle!"

Song Lianhe treated him very kindly.

Wuwei Sanren is over 70 years old, with white hair and a youthful face. Compared to the time when he helped her to divide the family property in the Song Mansion, he is now more energetic.

"Haha, Wen Yin, you're here."

Wuwei Sanren put down the book and looked at her with a smile: "What do you want to see me for?"

"Uncle, I just came to ask you something."

Xuan Mei closed the door for the two of them, and she stood outside the door with a sword in her arms.

"Chirp—"

A cry was heard in the air, she looked up and saw Chunhua.

Song Lianhe learned from his third uncle that he had indeed met Zhou Yang when he entered the palace the day before.

When asked again if there was anything suspicious, Wuwei Sanren thought about it carefully and remembered one thing.

During the ceremony, Zhou Yang knocked over the teacup. Wuwei Sanren turned around to look at him. Zhou Yang's eyes widened and he opened his mouth anxiously, wanting to say something.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Hui stepped forward to block his view and whispered to Zhou Yang, "Your Majesty, your clothes are wet. I will take you inside to change into another one."

So she ordered people to push Zhou Yang into the bedroom.

As for Wuwei Sanren, he is only responsible for praying, and everything else has nothing to do with him.

Naturally, he didn't think too much about it. He just waited for the ceremony to end and then left with his group.

Song Lianhe was deep in thought. From what his third uncle said, he felt that the teacup was most likely knocked over by Zhou Yang on purpose. He wanted to take the opportunity to hint something to his third uncle, but was interrupted by Concubine Zhao Hui.

"Uncle, you just said that you brought a lot of people with you?"

"Yes, to pray for blessings and ward off disasters, one needs to set up a formation to gather blessings, and people are indispensable."

"Have you ever paid attention to the number of people? For example, when you left, were there a few more people?"

Old Master Song shook his head: "I never cared about those things."

Song Lianhe didn't ask any more questions. If she was Concubine Zhao Hui, she would take advantage of the time when these Taoists left the palace to do something.

She has a bold idea.

If Zhou Yang is not in the palace, he may be in this Daoyuan Temple!

The only way to conceal the person from the public is to hide him here.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time. Can I stay here for two more days?"

Wuwei Sanren naturally agreed.

To be honest, compared to Song Xingfeng, his daughter is more to his liking.

After Song Lianhe came out, Xuan Mei said, "Chunhua must have discovered something."

Song Lianhe looked up and saw spring flowers hovering above her head.

Could it be Zhou Yang?

She hurriedly said, "Follow it and take a look."

In this way, the two followed Chunhua and saw the place outside the mountain gate where Song Lianhe and Zhou Cangyan separated. At this moment, Song Xilan was standing there.