Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Don't mess around." Zhou Yi sullenly walked to Song Li's side to support Song Li.

The young man answered yes, knowing that the young master was really angry, so he didn't dare to speak.

"I'm fine." Song Li smiled and pushed Zhou Yiwei away, "Young Master Zhou, I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to go to see your father..."

"It's nothing inconvenient." Zhou Yiwei took Song Li's arm and pulled him into the general's mansion. The young man followed behind him in a grievance, and entered the mansion together.

Zhou Yiwei's father is a man with a gentle temperament, and his words are smooth and smooth, making people very comfortable and happy.

"Then let this child stay." Father Zhou smiled gently, and took Song Li's hand, "Son, what's your name?"

"Song Li." Song Li was a little uncomfortable and wanted to withdraw his hand, but seeing Zhou Yi's soothing eyes, he still held his temper.

"The name is really good, the surname is elegant, the name is modest and polite, we Yi Wei really have made a good friend." Father Zhou let go of his hand appropriately, "I really only remember to talk, come here, please sit down. "

"My husband Miao praised." Song Li nodded and sat next to Zhou Yiwei.

"Yi Wei, has Young Master Song's place been tidied up?" Father Zhou asked with concern while serving tea.

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, "As soon as the child arrived home, he came to my father to pay his respects."

"It's hard for you, too. How's your injury?" Father Zhou looked at Zhou Yiwei tenderly with a pair of eyes full of autumn waves, and there was concern and worry in his eyes.

"The baby is fine, there is nothing serious, father, don't worry." Zhou Yiwei put down his teacup, looked at Zhou father, and said.

"You are always worrying people." Father Zhou cast a reproachful glance at Zhou Yiwei, and then said, "Your mother went to the palace, and when she comes back, you take Young Master Song to meet her."

"Okay." Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and was dragged by Zhou's father to chat again.

Song Li lowered his head, holding a teacup and thinking silently, although the general's mansion has a lot of trust in the empress, but also has a lot of fear, Zhou's father's close behavior to him can only show that the empress's heart is still partial to Mo Home.

And the special care given to him by the empress in those three days made the Zhou family think that he was someone who could be wooed or used. Song Li thought about it, and the empress had a strange attitude, and he was afraid that he would disappoint the Zhou family.

Once the empress became afraid, how could she give up control of the Zhou family just because of a single person? He had self-knowledge, he couldn't be Baosi, and the empress was not Zhou Youwang, and the empress would not give up control of the great rivers and mountains for him.

However, Song Li glanced at Zhou Yiwei's side face, and sighed in his heart, it's better to see the situation, help if you can, and let nature take its course if you can't.

"It's all my father's fault, I just talk about family affairs." Father Zhou stood up, looked at the servant who asked if he wanted to prepare meals, and waved his hand, "Go and prepare."

After the little servant retreated, Father Zhou sighed, with self-reproach showing on his gentle and gentle face, "It's all because Father forgot that Yi Wei hasn't eaten the food yet, so don't be offended, Young Master Song."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, "Father, what are you talking about?"

"The master was joking. You haven't seen Mr. Zhou for many days. It's normal to meet and chat." Song Li smiled. In fact, the master of Zhou didn't chat with Zhou Yi for a long time, and he didn't wait for long.

"My lord, my lord is back." Father Zhou's personal servant came in from outside and saluted.

"The wife master is back? Didn't she stay in the palace?" Father Zhou murmured.

"Yi Wei, come with me to meet your mother." Father Zhou tidied up his clothes, looked at Zhou Yiwei and said, "Rong'er, take Young Master Song to the other courtyard next to your room."

"Young Master Song, go and rest for a while."

"Go." Zhou Yi gave him a straight look, and followed Father Zhou out the door.

Song Li put down his teacup, looked at Rong'er, father Zhou's personal servant, and said with a smile, "It's troublesome." This servant is Zhou's wife, very interesting.

If the push from the side of the carriage made him fearful, wouldn't he be determined by Master Zhou?Song Li smiled and followed Rong'er into a courtyard. The courtyard was rich and luxurious, and the place was shaded by green trees, making it a good place to enjoy the shade.

"Mr. Song, then I will step back first." Rong'er turned around and left after finishing speaking.

Song Li frowned, and stepped forward to grab Rong'er's shoulders, but he felt numb in his hand, his body felt like an electric current, it was painful and itchy, before he could say anything, he fell into a coma past.

Rong'er turned around to catch his limp body, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "How about it, the needle tastes good." Rong'er took a short silver needle from Song Li's finger and put it away.

"I don't know what the master's husband is planning. Can this bumpkin get into the eyes of the queen?" Rong'er hugged Song Li, pushed open the door of the bedroom in the courtyard, carried Song Li in, and closed the door.

Lifting off layer after layer of tulle, Rong'er saw Her Majesty the Empress lying on the bed with only key parts of her clothes on, her face flushed, and she quickly put Song Li on the bed, deliberately tearing her clothes to look like she was being forced There are some imaginative marks on his body.

After pushing Song Li into the empress' arms, he covered himself with a quilt and quickly hid.

At the gate of the General's Mansion, Mrs. Zhou smiled and helped a woman with a scar the size of a thumb on her face. The woman did not damage her glamorous and domineering aura because of the scar, but instead increased her arrogance.

"The wife master came back a bit late today." Master Zhou's husband said in a gentle voice, and crossed the threshold with the woman.

Zhou Yiwei and Zhou Sheng walked behind them and entered the lobby together.

"I haven't seen the empress in the palace today." Zhou Lin sighed and sat on the main seat.

"This...?" Mrs. Zhou sat beside Zhou Lin and looked at Zhou Lin hesitantly.

"Let's not talk about that, how is Yi Wei's injury?" Zhou Lin waved his hand, touched Master Zhou's shoulder, and looked at Zhou Yiwei.

"Brother is fine, he was competing with me yesterday." Zhou Sheng snorted, stepped forward and said.

"Sheng'er! You are fooling around." Mrs. Zhou pretended to be angry and said something.

Zhou Lin smiled, "You are still angry with the children, I really don't know whether you are the children or they are the children."

"Mother." Zhou Yiwei stepped forward and saluted.

"Sit down, sit down, what are you doing standing?" Zhou Lin smiled, looking at his son and daughter, he just felt that life was complete. Although the Queen's attitude was strange recently, as long as the family was fine, Zhou Lin had nothing to fear.

Zhou Sheng glanced at Zhou Yiwei, sat next to him, turned his head slightly, and said in Zhou Yiwei's ear, "Brother, where did that little official go?"

"Sheng'er, do you remember the art of war that you asked you to study?" Zhou Lin took a sip of tea, looked up at Zhou Sheng, and frowned displeased when he saw Zhou Sheng's behavior.

Zhou Sheng was named by Zhou Lin, and smiled bravely, "There are so many things these days, and my child hasn't remembered them all yet."

"You kid is so naughty. If you were half as eager to learn as your brother, I wouldn't be so worried." Zhou Lin threw his teacup angrily and said with a headache.

"Brother, he is really powerful. He is a tiger. No one outside would dare to marry him." Zhou Sheng muttered dissatisfiedly, but regretted saying this, and hurriedly lowered his head.

If Master Zhou hadn't stopped Zhou Lin, Zhou Lin would have slammed the back of his sword at Zhou Sheng, "The daughter of a dignified general, talking nonsense, go to the ancestral hall and kneel."

Mrs. Zhou looked at the angry Zhou Lin, and quickly gave Zhou Sheng a wink. Zhou Sheng walked out of the lobby door reluctantly, and obediently knelt down to the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, "Mother, don't be angry, Zhou Sheng is still young and can teach him slowly."

"It's almost twenty and still young? Which lady from other people's family didn't take a few servants first, forget it, let's not talk about this, Yi Wei, I heard that Young Master Song has come to the house?" Zhou Lin said.

"Yeah." Zhou Yiwei knew Zhou Lin's thoughts after thinking for a while. Could it be that he made friends with Song Li, spoke kindly to the Queen, or sent Song Li to the Queen's bed, Zhou Yiwei's face darkened. He absolutely can't.

"Lunch is ready, hurry up and invite Young Master Song to have dinner." Zhou Lin patted Zhou Yiwei's hand, "Get along well with him, and don't be hostile to him."

"Baby knows." Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and exited the lobby after saluting.

In the lobby, Zhou Lin sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that he was a man, I would really like Yi Wei to lead troops in battle."

"The mistress was joking. After waiting for the queen all morning, I'm afraid she's already hungry. Let's go eat." Master Zhou smiled softly.

"You." Zhou Lin pinched Mrs. Zhou's face lovingly, "You are the only one who knows that you love me."

"My son and miss love you too." Mrs. Zhou smiled and left here with Zhou Lin.

Zhou Yiwei was walking on the road, with a servant beside him holding an umbrella.

"Bringing Mr. Song to Bieshan Residence?" Zhou Yiwei hurriedly walked, and the servant behind him could only trot to keep up.

"Yes, the master's servant, Rong'er, brought it there personally."

"Okay." Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and walked towards his yard.

When they arrived at the other courtyard, Zhou Yiwei stopped the servant, walked into the courtyard by himself, and opened the door to enter.

The room was covered with layers of gauze, Zhou Yi stopped slightly at the threshold, "Xiao Lier?"

The cold voice lingered in the bedroom, and there was no reply for a long time. Zhou Yi frowned slightly in doubt, and stepped into the room.

Lifting off layer after layer of tulle, Zhou Yi Wei looked at the empty big bed, and his heart tightened, wouldn't he run away again, just hate seeing him so much?

The author has something to say: Today’s Dragon Boat Festival, everyone wants to eat zongzi, my grandfather made me zongzi this morning, hehe,