After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

She stuffed a letter to her and asked her to go back.

Luo Jiao listened to her mother very much, she could only leave if she was reluctant to part with her. She asked her if she could not come here again, and if she would see her again in the future, her mother still smiled and did not answer with that affectionate expression.

She turned her head three times at a step, holding the letter in her arms, until she reached the place where she could not see her mother, then she ran quickly and ran back to the palace to open the letter to read.

She found out in the letter that she also had an older brother who was given to King Jingkang as an adopted son, who was the same age as her. If her older brother came to her one day in the future, she would be asked to help him.

This letter is very long, and there are a lot of words written here and there, and she is still young, so she spends a lot of time trying to read the letter.

By the time she had finished reading the letter, news of her mother's suicide had spread.

Her mother died in the cold palace where the rich gates were closed. Accompanied by the cicadas singing in the summer night, there was no splash in this huge palace. No one cares about the direction except for the attentive mind.

Since then, she has become a real loner in the palace.

Aunt Lan can only come to the palace occasionally to see her, and Miao Hui herself is not well received by others, so she can't help her. Concubine Shu doesn't know everything about her, so she can only walk forward step by step, groping Moving forward, I long for one day to fly out of this resplendent cage.

Now she suddenly figured it out.

Instead of flying out of the cage to be free, it is better to stand up and be a person who can transform the cage.

Luo Jiao didn't have much time, and she was going back soon after chatting. She was willing to help Master Song and the others to deliver news in the palace, which was already a surprise for Master Song and the others.

The two sides reached a friendly consensus, and they hit it off in the end. Before leaving, Luo Jiao was hesitant to say something. Song Shizheng lowered his head and whispered to Song Shu. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her expression, paused, and whispered to Song Shu: "How about you two Chat alone for a while?"

Before Song Shu could speak, Luo Jiao had already spoken, and she called out quickly and softly, "Brother."

Song Shu turned his head and looked over.

The brother and sister, who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, looked at each other across the night sky. Their faces were completely different, except for a pair of eyes.

Luo Jiao smiled and said, "Thank you for believing in me."

Her sudden surrender made anyone doubt her intentions, but Song Shu didn't. He was completely different from the "brother" she had imagined.

He is calm and rational, decisive and decisive. Before meeting him, Luo Jiao was once afraid that he would not believe what she said, maybe even an embroidered pillow with nothing but reputation and skin—this was her constant worry.

But Song Shu did not.

He exchanged information with each other as quickly as possible, without a word of sensational nonsense, but it made her heart fall to the ground, giving her the weight of peace of mind.

Song Shu looked at her, and for a moment felt that the gap between them that hadn't seen each other for more than ten years seemed to disappear, and the pull of blood made him feel close to this girl.

He smiled slightly, watched her finish her sentence, put on the mask, turned around and walked away, and his figure disappeared into the forest with the rustling wind.

Master Song turned sideways to Song Shu, looked at the direction Luo Jiao left, a little funny: "Yo, you are not the only one who believed her, why did she only thank you and not me?"

Song Shu glanced at him with a smile that hadn't faded from his eyes, and the words turned around, and changed into: "...you're not her brother."

"..." Master Song was surprised, "What is the reason? I am your brother and you are her brother, so am I also her brother?"

Song Shu's shoulders moved, and he took a step to the side. Master Song's hand on his shoulders lost its support point, and he tilted his body. He turned to look at him blankly, but saw Song Shu patted his sleeves and took a A little smile said: "Otherwise, I'll thank you for her, okay—brother?"

Master Song: "..."

He was stunned for two seconds, raised his hand and coughed, then turned and walked back: "Alright, I don't care so much anymore. Let's go... let's go back."

The two chatted for a while along the way, Master Song remembered the little eunuch, and asked casually, "How about the little eunuch named Liangzi?"

Song Shudao: "I asked a few words, I heard that he was promoted by Eunuch Chang, and Luo Fangwen brought him to his side a few days ago. His mother did work in Concubine Shu's palace, and she was also Luo Fangwen's wet nurse. Afterwards, he followed Luo Fangwen and was transferred to the Queen's Palace, and he left the palace within a few years, Luo Fangwen seemed to have remembered this incident, and promoted him just now."

"...He doesn't look like a person who will miss old love." Master Song pondered, always feeling that there were some clues that were ignored by both of them, but he couldn't remember what it was. "He may not be able to use this line. Luo Fang took him with him, so he couldn't get close."

Song Shu also nodded: "His mother left the palace, maybe because she really knew something..."

Something happened here, monk Lingxiang wanted to go to Wumin to ask the reason, Master Song watched Song Shu quietly avoid Jin Yiwei's dark line and returned to the mansion, and then rushed back outside the city.

He woke up in the middle of the night and heard a faint movement in the courtyard. He put on his clothes and pushed open the door. Just as his master turned around from the door, he seemed to have hesitated here for a long time without knocking on the door. Master Song was stunned for a moment: "Master, When did you come back?"

Brother Lingxiang paused and sighed: "...not long."

Seeing her uneasy expression, Song Shining frowned: "But the result...is not satisfactory?"

Brother Lingxiang shook his head: "The fact that you were assassinated has nothing to do with Wumin."

Master Song breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, men and women are different, and monk Lingxiang didn't intend to enter his bedroom, so Master Song took her to the study again.

Brother Lingxiang walked all the way and said to him: "Your guess is good, there is indeed something wrong with Miaohui."

"You said that Miao Hui had met Luo Fang before?"

"I didn't say it," Master Song sighed, put down the curtain in his hand, looked at Song Shu who was sipping tea next to him, and repeated, "Master Wumin said it."

Song Shu picked up the jade pendant on the table with his other hand, and glanced at him indifferently from the corner of his eye: "Then you give me this jade pendant?"

Facing Song Shu, Master Song had a somewhat helpless expression: "Master Wumin said... we may both have bloody disasters recently, she calculated that we need to wear the tokens of the people closest to us in order to save ourselves from danger."

The closest people on weekdays, aren't they each other?

Song Shu's expression was indifferent, and he wrote four words: You are kidding me.

Master Song actually thought it was absurd, but Master Wumin did have real skills, what if what she said came true?

His master believed that there was no mercy, so he would do well and be prepared.

Master Song coughed, and said to himself: "It's just this jade pendant that I just bought today, and it's been covering my body for a long time. I don't know if it's close enough..."

Song Shu: "..."

No wonder he has never seen this jade pendant.

He threw the jade pendant in his hand onto the table, only to hear a muffled sound of "嗙", the jade pendant flicked twice, and then lay down on the table.

Master Song's gaze followed his movements, and he heard him say: "The jade pendant is no longer needed."

Song Shu took out a white-bottomed handkerchief from his sleeve, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Is this ... the one I put next to your body before, does it still count?"

Master Song: "..."

He couldn't believe it and was speechless, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Should...it should be counted."

Song Shu took back the veil and said calmly, "That's fine."

Master Song stared at the familiar white handkerchief as he took it back, and murmured, "Why are you still wearing it..."

Still wear it close to your body.

Song Shu didn't reply to his words, and took a familiar jade pendant from his waist and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Master Song stroked it for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't this the jade pendant I gave you... Do you also wear it close to your body?"

With a shallow smile on his face, Song Shu stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want it? If you don't want it, just return it to me."

Master Song dodged subconsciously, and hurriedly said, "If you want it, it will save your life."

Song Shu paused, retracted his hand and poured another cup of tea, then changed the subject and said, "Miaohui and Luo Fang have crossed paths before, did Master Wumin say whether she knows what kind of crossroads they are?"

"Say it." Master Song settled down, and replied, "I only figured it out after listening to it. Wu Min said that Miaohui was in the palace very early, and she was a concubine who had an affair with a guard and gave birth to a child. Being thrown into the cold palace, I have my own ups and downs, and I don't care about her at all. A court lady thought her daughter was pitiful, so she secretly took her away and raised her. When she was a few years old, Luo Fang took a fancy to her and became Luo Fang's daughter. Let me accompany you, and I am honored to go to the school to listen to lectures together."

Song Shu was a little funny: "Unexpectedly, they still have such a relationship."

"It's a pity that fate doesn't last long," Master Song said with emotion, "the court lady who raised her offended the queen and died with a stick. Seeing how pitiful she was, she gave her some food and sheltered her for a while. Two years later, Miaohui feigned death and left the palace, completely following Master Wumin's side."

"She is lucky." Song Shu took a sip of tea, stared down at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and said with a half-smile, "every time someone can pity her, and it just so happens that she survived."

Master Song agreed: "...Maybe it's an act?"

Song Shu smiled: "Even if you pretend to be pitiful, that's still a skill."

"Coincidentally, I found something wrong with the timeline." Master Song licked his fingers and thought, "The year when the noble concubine entered the cold palace and Luo Jiao was adopted by Concubine Shu happened to coincide with her adoptive mother's death and the merciless entry into the palace." Gong, Liangzi's mother leaving the palace."

"His mother's leaving the palace, will it have something to do with Miao Hui?"

Song Shu rubbed the rim of his teacup and shook his head: "Not sure, we have always heard about Liangzi's mother. Whether she knows anything is just our guess. Since Miaohui has no more information , let’s just let it go..."

Master Song looked at him with downcast eyes, and his eyes fell on the lips that were opened when he spoke.

He was absent-minded and didn't hear what Song Shu said later.

He felt like his mind was a little confused.

The jade pendant around his waist was still warm, and it seemed to remind him where he came from all the time through the material of the clothes. When he thought that it was Song Shu, he let it go close to him just now...

He's a little awkward.

Originally, he shouldn't be so fussy, but Song Shu actually...

Song Shu actually kept the handkerchief that he gave him so early close to his body.

Master Song was a little dazed.