The princess pushes her close to a woman

When Song Ci changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, Shen Qingluo had already fallen asleep.She called a few times, but when no one answered, she gave up.

Shen Qingluo got up late on the second day, the sun had climbed up the treetops before finishing her meal, and she still refused to leave after eating.Song Ci's heart was about to be overwhelmed by helplessness, and she might only be able to work for half a day today.

She sat cross-legged in the corridor and did not speak to Shen Qingluo, expecting that she might leave on her own if she felt bored.

Shen Qingluo called her a few times, although she didn't get a response, but she was still happy in her heart, and the smile on her face never disappeared.

She pretended to be asleep last night, but she really tricked Song Ci into it.However, how did the mosquito-like sound wake people up last night?

When it was close to noon, Mo Li came late to take Shen Qingluo back to change her dressing, and only then did she seize the opportunity to go out.

Hearing that she had something to do at home, the manager didn't ask any more questions and asked her to move the goods.

Doing coolies doesn't make much money, so it's not a long-term solution, but before Song Ci could think of a better way out, Shen Qingluo discovered it.

Shen Qingluo who rushed over ignored everyone's gaze, threw herself into her arms and kept crying, apologizing while crying.

Song Ci didn't know, when he saw him working as a coolie here, just to have food, he felt very uncomfortable, so he rushed over and hugged him desperately.

Song Ci raised his hand to wipe her tears, but when he saw the dirty hand, he took it back and felt a little uncomfortable. He must still smell of sweat today, right?

"Why are you crying? It's fine here, and I'm not tired." She comforted, leaning back as much as possible, trying to distance herself from Shen Qingluo.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I didn't take good care of you..." Shen Qingluo choked up, she thought of Song Ci who was like a banished fairy in the Temple of Ci'en, because of her, she was reduced to relying on doing the dirtiest and most tiring work to fill the gap. abdomen.

Except for the deceased parents, Song Ci was the first time he heard someone say that he had to take care of himself, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, "Thank you, just take care of yourself, don't worry about me."

"I'm sorry," Shen Qingluo looked up, eyes full of apology and distress, "Song Ci, if you trust me again, I will never let you be wronged again."

"I don't believe you, I came out to find a job just because I don't want to eat and drink for free at your house," Song Ci finished speaking, seeing Shen Qingluo froze for a moment, stopped crying, just looked at her with sad eyes that were suffocating .

She felt a little inexplicably guilty, she unconsciously shifted Shen Qingluo's eyes away, and said in a low voice: "As a man, it is really shameful to rely on a woman for support."

Ever since he met Shen Qingluo, Song Ci consciously told more and more lies, and when he heard the woman's melodious laughter, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground.

However, his face was very calm and there was no flaw.

Shen Qingluo let go of her, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, turned around and wiped away tears, and said: "Go back, this place is not suitable for you, I will let..."

Before he finished speaking, someone not far away suddenly shouted that someone had fainted, Song Ci looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a very strong looking man lying motionless on the ground, and the people closer to him had already left behind. The sack was almost up to him.

She wanted to explain to Shen Qingluo, and went to check the situation, but when she turned around, she found Shen Qingluo looking at that person with a pale face, her eyes were straight, and she looked very frightened and uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, the man just fainted, it's okay, he will wake up in a while."

Song Ci thought that Shen Qingluo was afraid of seeing the dead, so he reached out to wrap her in his arms like when he was a child, and comforted her softly.

The scene was chaotic, the voices were noisy, the companion who came with that person went back to the city to find the doctor, the steward who was dozing under the tree was woken up, and walked there unhurriedly, the weather was hot, in this situation he I had expected it a long time ago, yawned, and said casually: "I don't even look at it, but I know I have heatstroke. Some of you go carry him under the tree to cool off, pour some cold water on him for a while, and then he will wake up."

"No...it's not heat stroke..." The man looked flustered, his teeth were chattering, "The dog is dead." He was the first person to run over, and when he saw the purple and black lips of the dog, his heart sank. Hanging up, he dared to check the dog's breath, but he was no longer breathing.

"died?"

The manager's eyes widened, and soon, there was a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, and then he said impatiently: "My father said that it is heat stroke, and it is heat stroke, what do you know? Bring people over, you can do whatever you want , don’t try to be lazy for me.”

The man saw the steward's fierce eyes, his back felt cold, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, yes, Xiao Wu will go now."

The manager nodded and said nothing. When he ran away, he looked at his back with an unspeakable strangeness in his eyes.

Xiao Wu conveyed the manager's words to a few people, and some people hurriedly carried the dog's body. These illiterate people don't know what flattery is, but they also know that they listen to the manager's words and win the manager's liking. Will give more, but at lunchtime, there will be more broth in the bowl.

The dog was carried to a cool place in front of the steward. Song Ci looked back and said in a low voice, "Did you hear that? The steward also said that he had a heat stroke. He will wake up after a while. Don't be afraid."

"Go back, okay?"

The voice came from his bosom, Shen Qingluo didn't raise his head, and said in a muffled voice: "This place is not suitable for you, after a few days for the emperor's wife's birthday, I will go to the palace and talk to the emperor brother by the way, let him see what's good Office vacancies."

Song Ci smiled bitterly, "It's very good here, princess, don't forget that if Song Ci didn't become a monk that day, he would be the son of a criminal minister and should be punished."

At that time, the late emperor was so angry that he refused to even be exiled. He insisted on ordering that the whole family be executed, and those who begged were regarded as accomplices, and no one dared to persuade them.

What crime did the Song family commit?Making weapons privately, stockpiling food and recruiting soldiers, intending to plot rebellion...

"Song Ci," Shen Qingluo frowned, disapproving of his statement, "You are not the son of a criminal minister, you are just Song Ci, whoever dares to chew the root of his tongue, I will lead someone to pull out his tongue."

Dressed in red, she is unparalleled in style and style, and her brows are self-confident, so beautiful that she can't move her eyes away.

When she came back to her senses, Song Ci was still the cautious Song Ci. She lowered her eyebrows and was full of thoughts. In the end, she would sigh inaudibly, "Princess, be careful."

Shen Qingluo moved her lips, and also realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. If there were dozens of people here, if her words were spread, those people might be suspicious of her and Song Ci.

After finishing speaking, Song Ci's thoughts were a little erratic, and Shen Qingluo didn't notice that he held his hand. Seeing that his attention was no longer here, Shen Qingluo moved his fingers, carefully squeezed into his fingers, and interlocked with his fingers.

Song Ci still didn't notice it, and she couldn't help showing a triumphant smile, not even a bit sad.

"Song San'er," the manager came over, and said with a concerned expression, "But your family asked you to go back?"

Shen Qingluo nodded, grasped Song Ci's hand tightly, and unconsciously said in a somewhat alienated and tough tone, "Sanlang ran away from home in a fit of anger, now that his anger has subsided, it's time to go back."

"It's easy to talk about," the steward smiled kindly, lowered his head and took out the money bag from his arms, counted a few copper coins and handed it to Song Ci, saying: "Mr. Song, your wages.

Song Ci took the copper plate casually, glanced at the man in the distance, and asked, "Sun Guanshi, how is that man?"

Shen Qingluo was relieved when he saw Song Ci take the copper plate, and turned his curious eyes to the steward. The smile on the steward's face froze, and he continued to laugh quickly: "It's just heat stroke, what can you do? go back quickly,"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the shade of the tree.

Shen Qingluo took Song Ci by the hand, and said with a smile: "Song Ci, since there is nothing wrong, let's go back. The palace sent ice cubes to the family today, and I sent someone to put them in your room."

"Huh?" Song Ci looked at her sideways, a little puzzled, before Shen Qingluo explained, she reacted, "No need, I'm not hot."

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