After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

There are constant rumors about Mrs. Mingde.

Song Nihuan had never seen that painting of the dancing girl.

It is said that the emperor destroyed the painting immediately, but many rubbings of it were circulated among the people.

The emperor was furious and ordered the East Factory to investigate the matter thoroughly.

As a result, the matter of establishing a queen was put on hold again.

An Ning Marquis Mansion.

Song Nihuan has taught Xiao Yuanlin everything she has learned, and has never slackened her teaching every seven days, including at this time when rumors are flying everywhere.

It was hot and humid in the summer. After practicing for a while, Song Nihuan felt very hot and sweaty. Her clothes stuck to her body and she felt uncomfortable. Xiao Yuanlin noticed it and started playing in the water with her.

They played in the lake and splashed water all over each other.

Xiao Yuanlin was almost as tall as her, but at this moment his eyes were dark and bright, with a smile on his face. He no longer had the usual pretense of being serious, but instead looked very childish.

Song Nihuan's heart softened, and she gave up the urge to scold him.

But in summer, clothes were thin and it was embarrassing to get them wet. She pretended to frown and said, "Alright, that's not proper. Is there a place to change clothes in the mansion?"

Xiao Yuanlin sent a maid to take her inside.

All the people imprisoned in this mansion were imprisoned. The maid did not dare to take her anywhere else, so she went to Xiao Yuanlin's bedroom.

After searching for a long time, he took out a woman's dress and asked her to change into it.

It is a rare flowing brocade, priceless.

Song Nihuan had no other choice but to wear it.

After finishing my makeup, I feel clean and relaxed.

Song Nihuan sat in the armchair, drinking an ice drink that Shuanghua got from somewhere.

The afternoon sun is no longer scorching, slanting in through the shade of the trees, making people drowsy.

Her eyelids drooped.

Suddenly there was a voice outside.

Shuanghua hurried out and said, "Young Marquis? You can't go in."

Xiao Yuanlin asked, "Why can't I enter my own bedroom?"

Song Nihuan got up quickly. In order to make it easier to wash and wash, she did not wear an outer shirt. To the opposite sex who was not her husband, it was like she was not wearing any clothes.

She wanted to look for the coat but couldn't find it. She didn't know if Shuanghua had taken it away or what...

The door suddenly opened, and the young man glared, yelling, "It's been so long, why don't you come..."

Who knew that what came into view was the panic-stricken face of a woman, the tail of her flowing brocade skirt outlining the layers of waves, and as she spun, she moved like a lotus with every step, swaying gracefully.

Like a goddess of the nine heavens.

If she hadn't been glaring.

She covered her chest with her hands, hid the hem of her skirt behind the antique shelf, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Xiao Yuanlin's face turned red, he withdrew his gaze from her, lowered his head and walked out.

Shuanghua then came in and put on her coat.

The young man explained outside: "I saw you haven't come out for a long time, I thought you... thought your uncle and the others were making things difficult for you."

After hearing his explanation, Song Nihuan's anger mostly dissipated, but she still said unhappily: "My maids were outside trying to stop you, and you still insisted on coming in?!"

"Xiao Yuanlin, you are twelve years old, not two. You are old enough to get married. You should avoid suspicion!"

The young man still stubbornly explained: "What's wrong with a maid? Can't a maid be a bad person? What if she lures the tiger away from the mountain?!"

She laughed angrily: "You are still a tiger?"

"Don't make me angry!" Xiao Yuanlin shouted outside, "And how do I know if you are wearing clothes?! It's been so long, and you can't even put on clothes properly!"

"That's why there are maids outside to pass the message, so that it won't be disrespectful to anyone. You are unreasonable and making a fuss. If you do this again, I won't come next time!" She used her trump card.

Sure enough, the young man outside stopped making any noise.

Song Nihuan pushed the door open and didn't look him in the eye. "I suddenly felt very sleepy just now, so I closed my eyes for a while. Why, are you worried?"

"The An Ning Marquis's Mansion is surrounded like an iron barrel. What are you worried about?"

Xiao Yuanlin didn't say anything either. Maybe he was just being too sensitive. He always felt something was not right with his sixth uncle these days.

"Okay, I should go now. Don't be so rude in the future. You are a little adult now and you should consider your reputation." Song Nihuan said.

"I'm already like this, what do I need fame for?" Xiao Yuanlin said disdainfully, "You are the one who needs fame more, right? You don't even know what kind of gossip there is about you. I don't think you can become the queen."

Song Nihuan knew that he didn't know what Xie Tan was thinking, but it was too early to say whether to pass the throne to him, so she didn't discuss the issue any further.

How can an emperor not have fame?

She said: "You all know that I can't be the queen because of my bad reputation, but that's not true. A man needs a good reputation to inherit a title and become an official, and a woman needs a good marriage. Now that you've grown up, you should be more careful about your reputation..."

The boy's eyes suddenly turned to her, sharp as an arrow, "Why didn't he kill those people!?"

"Who?" she asked.

"Those who gossip about you and say bad things about you!" Xiao Yuanlin said, "Doesn't he want you? Aren't you and your childhood sweetheart? Why would he put you in the whirlpool of public opinion? How can he be the emperor!"

Song Nihuan thought to herself, this guy really looks like Xie Tan.

If you look closely, the reasons why he and Xie Tan developed such personalities are very similar.

She was tolerant of the child and coaxed him, "Alright, alright, stop talking like a child shouting for war and killing. Did the teacher in the Hanlin Academy teach you anything?"

He glanced at her. "Just now you said I was old enough to get married, and now you say I'm a child? Women are so fickle."

Song Nihuan left the An Ning Marquis Mansion and got on the carriage.

But he didn't notice that the boy behind him had red eyes.

That flowing brocade was the former Crown Princess's favorite dress...

The carriage shuttled through the mountains. She opened the curtain and looked at the layered mountains whizzing by, all green, and her brows gradually relaxed.

I don't know when it started to rain, and the rain gradually got heavier, even the cloudless sky became dark.

The rumbling thunder seemed to be hitting my ears.

Song Nihuan got goose bumps all over her body and was about to ask the driver to slow down, but the carriage suddenly stopped abruptly and swayed several times before it finally stopped completely.

"Madam, the wheel is stuck in the mud and can't be pulled out. The other wheel is loose and our car almost fell off the cliff. Fortunately, we have the help of the benefactor." The driver said outside, "Madam, please get off the car so that I can install the wheel and fix it."

"Benefactor?" Song Nihuan lifted the curtain and saw a blue-gray carriage opposite with two horses following behind it.

There were two tall and strong men standing under the car, and they were obviously martial artists.

I think he is my benefactor.

She opened her oil-paper umbrella, and as soon as she stepped off the carriage, her embroidered shoes sank into the mud.

"Sir, could you please help me? This cart is too heavy. I can't lift it by myself. The wheels are difficult to press..." said the driver.

The two men opposite looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves, and joined the car repair work skillfully. They looked up at Song Nihuan and said, "Madam, please get in our car and wait."

"I wonder if your master is feeling comfortable in the carriage?" She asked, looking at the carriage in the rain.

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, it is asking whether the person in the car is a woman.

"Don't worry, ma'am. It's convenient." The man replied without even looking up.

Song Nihuan and Shuanghua looked at each other. Their lonely figures looked particularly pitiful in the rain, and the raindrops were getting heavier.

"Excuse me..." Song Nihuan got on the carriage. Before she could finish her words, someone in the carriage pulled her in.

Immediately afterwards, a sword was placed across Shuanghua's throat outside.

She was confused and couldn't help but feel panic, and she only saw the hands holding her fingers...

The joints are distinct, the body is cold, white and slender, and it is so beautiful that there is nothing wrong with it.