The little lady of the Hou's Mansion who traveled through time

Facing Shen Huaqing, Song Sijun really didn't seem to have any advantages. In terms of age and qualifications, he couldn't compare to the man in front of him who couldn't tell he was almost forty.

Song Sijun felt that playing tricks with the other party would not bring him any benefit, so he simply became honest and promised Shen Huaqing: "I will take good care of Lord Hou."

Shen Huaqing poured all the freshly brewed tea into the sink beside him, "If you treat him well, he will naturally treat you well. Come and have a glass of water."

The other party pushed a cup of boiled water in front of Song Sijun and explained, "The tea leaves are damp."

Song Sijun picked up the teacup, "Master Hou likes to drink tea very much?" He did know how to grow tea trees, so it would be good to please Shen Huaqing.

Shen Huaqing shook her head, and replied lightly: "I don't like it, it's just a habit I've developed since I was a child to pretend."

This answer surprised Song Sijun.

At this time, an attendant reported outside: "Master Xiang, Master Hou is here."

Shen Huaqing looked at Song Sijun, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Guess what he's here for?"

This was obviously asking the question knowingly, after much deliberation, Shen Yinghan could only come over to check the situation because he was worried about Song Sijun.

Shen Huaqing stood up and rubbed her neck, "If you have feelings for him, I'll help you see what he has in mind for you." Signaling Song Sijun to hide in the house, Shen Huaqing opened the door to see Shen Yinghan.

After Shen Yinghan saw Shen Huaqing, "Uncle."

"Did you come to see me for something?"

Shen Yinghan hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll pick him up."

"Who?"

"lady……"

Shen Huaqing frowned, pretending to be displeased, "He made you angry, I punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall."

"Uncle, we are just bickering." Shen Yinghan argued.

"Can bickering make you faint from anger? It's obviously a quarrel between you. If he can't correct his identity, he should suffer a little bit."

Song Sijun listened in the room, got up secretly and walked to the door, and then looked at Shen Yinghan's expression through the crack of the door.

The other party seemed to have just woken up, put on his clothes in a hurry, but had no time to rearrange his hair, and a few messy hairs were hanging by his ears. After hearing what Shen Huaqing said just now, he frowned in displeasure, and retorted: "Why didn't he straighten out his hair?" What is his identity? What is his identity? He is my wife...cough...Uncle, it is normal for husband and wife to quarrel occasionally, so why punish him for it." Because he was too emotional, he coughed a few times.

"But you and him are not ordinary couples. You are Lord Marquis." The distinction between superiority and inferiority cannot be changed.

Shen Yinghan looked at Shen Huaqing, like a stubborn child who lost his temper, always insisted, "If uncle insists on punishing him, then my nephew will also kneel in the ancestral hall and accompany him."

"Are you not angry with him?" Shen Huaqing stretched out her hand to straighten the messy hair around Shen Yinghan's ears, and sighed softly, "You have grown so big, I have never seen you get angry a few times."

"When my nephew is angry, he won't come to uncle specifically to let you take a look."

What he said made everyone present speechless.

After Shen Huaqing was slightly stunned, she showed some helplessness and said, "I heard that he wants to escape? Do you need me to find someone to watch him for you?"

"My nephew will handle this matter by himself."

"Okay. You can handle it yourself." Shen Huaqing glanced at Song Sijun who was standing by the door, and then said to Shen Yinghan: "I will let Song Sijun go, you go back and wait for him."

Shen Yinghan thanked her, and then asked: "Mother, please say something kind to him, uncle."

After Shen Yinghan fainted, the eldest princess knew about it, and just now she went to Song Sijun angrily to settle the score, but she was a step too late, and Song Sijun was taken away by Shen Huaqing's people in advance.

Shen Huaqing was speechless, "I'm not an example." This was a promise.

After people sent Shen Yinghan away, Shen Huaqing looked at Song Sijun, "You can go back."

Song Sijun said: "I don't want to use this to say something to me?"

"What did you say?" Shen Huaqing asked back, "Could it be that you want to say that Yinghan really loves you and you don't want to let him down? Is this kind of nonsense?"

Shouldn't it be said?Song Sijun was puzzled.

Shen Huaqing rolled his eyes at him, "You are neither blind nor stupid. You see it and understand it in your heart. Why should I waste my words?"

Song Sijun felt that what he said was very reasonable, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"Go back quickly." Shen Huaqing urged, even a little impatient.

Song Sijun nodded, went to the door and turned back, then pointed to the glass tea set on the wooden shelf behind Shen Huaqing, "Can you give this to me?" He had been wanting to purify the medicine, but he couldn't find a suitable glass container.

Shen Huaqing turned her head and saw the glass tea set placed on a high place. This set of tea set was also given to him by Gu Chengxuan to please him before. The last time I smashed things because they were placed relatively high, I missed it.

"No."

"why?"

Shen Huaqing took down the tea set, "Because it was given to me by Gu Chengxuan, I'm going to smash it." After speaking, she threw the glass tea set on the ground in front of Song Sijun.

After the ear-piercing voice, Song Sijun looked at the shards of glass on the ground regretfully, "Master Xiang, you can give it to me if you don't like it, why bother."

"If you want, you can go to Yinghan, there are many such things in his small warehouse."

Hey, Song Sijun is a little annoyed by Shen Huaqing.

After returning to the Qifang Courtyard where Shen Yinghan lived, Song Sijun stepped into the door with some trepidation.

It was noon at this time, the weather was fine, the warm winter sun fell on Shen Yinghan's body, and dust was floating in the air.

Shen Yinghan sitting there was like a painting, dreamy and delicate.

After Song Sijun came in, Shen Yinghan looked at him. After the two looked at each other, Shen Yinghan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the "Journey to the West" that he had read countless times.

Are you still angry?Song Sijun looked at Xiao Ming, who was winking at him anxiously.

Seeing that Song Sijun was like a log, Xiao Ming couldn't sit still, pulled Song Sijun out, and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, you should take the initiative to make peace with Master Hou. Don't make trouble with Master Hou."

Song Sijun thought, he didn't want to make trouble either.

But thinking about it carefully, Shen Yinghan has been pampered by his family since he was a child, and he has never been angry. After being yelled at by him like that, it is normal for him to feel angry and lose face.

Moreover, Shen Yinghan is a sick person and younger than him, so he really should coax him.

So Song Sijun returned to Shen Yinghan's side, and said actively: "Master Hou, Master Xiang asked me to give you this." He handed the imperial decree given to him by Shen Huaqing to Shen Yinghan.

Shen Yinghan accepted it silently.

While Shen Yinghan was reading the imperial decree, Song Sijun added: "Master Xiang asked me to accompany you to Dali Temple."

Shen Yinghan nodded slightly, but didn't show much.

This is still not calm?But he didn't seem to show a repulsive expression.

Song Sijun planned to make persistent efforts, "Master Hou, can you give me some glass gadgets?"

Shen Yinghan raised his head, then nodded again.

The two went to Shen Yinghan's small treasury together in silence.

Because he was born noble and favored, Shen Yinghan's treasury is filled with all kinds of treasures given by others.

After lamenting the world of the rich, Song Sijun found a few glass products among the shiny things.

The material is barely okay, but the shape is not the shape of the experimental equipment.

Can only make do with it.

Song Sijun sighed.

"Aren't you satisfied?" Shen Yinghan behind him suddenly asked.

Song Sijun looked back at him, but saw that the other person's face was flushed, "What do you want? I can get someone to make it for you." His hands that had nowhere to rest revealed his uneasiness and embarrassment. He was full of apologies, "I was confused before and said things that shouldn't be said...you...don't be angry..."

The person in front of him is like a child who made a mistake.

Shen Yinghan: "I'm sorry..."

It turned out that I ignored him just now because I didn't know how to apologize to him.

This shy look is cute.

Song Sijun walked over and squatted beside him, "Is Hou Ye not angry?"

Shen Yinghan shook his head, he was actually very concerned about whether Song Sijun's kindness to him was true or not, but he was also afraid of knowing whether the truth was true, so he simply didn't think about it.

He felt that there was not much time left in this life, so there was no need to make it too clear.

There is no emotional entanglement between the two of them. After he dies, Song Sijun can face the future life better.

Thinking of this, he felt that the truth was not important anymore.

Now he just wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with Song Sijun just like before.

Looking at Song Sijun in front of him, Shen Yinghan asked a little nervously, "Aren't you angry?"

He doesn't care about a patient.

Song Sijun shook his head, "Master Hou also said that it's normal for husband and wife to quarrel occasionally."

Hearing this answer, Shen Yinghan understood that the other party heard what he and Shen Huaqing said, and her pale face turned red with embarrassment.

The two are reconciled

At this time, Song Sijun felt that his iron tree was full of flowers.

No wonder he has never been lucky in modern times. It turned out that his peach blossoms were here, Shen Yinghan's.

I have never been so excited, and I have never known so clearly that I like the other party.

Song Sijun said: "Master Hou, you just said that you can find someone to help me make things."

Shen Yinghan nodded, "What do you want?"

Song Sijun gestured, "Such a test tube, and such a gooseneck bottle... Forget it, I'll show you Master Hou later."

The first quarrel between the two seemed to pass lightly like this.

Perhaps because Shen Huaqing went to say hello, the eldest princess didn't bother Song Sijun after that.

After lunch, Song Sijun accompanied Shen Yinghan to Dali Temple to investigate Wu Qing's murder of his concubine and son.

Let Shen Yinghan serve as Dali Temple Secretary because Shen Huaqing wanted to exercise Shen Yinghan's ability to handle affairs, but he was reluctant to let Shen Yinghan suffer, so he found a few helpers for Shen Yinghan in advance. When Shen Yinghan arrived at Dali Temple, he only needed to read and sign. Even if this matter is done.

Qi Yuanwei, the servant of the Ministry of Justice who was sent to assist Shen Yinghan, reported: "After the autopsy, it was determined that Shaw was strangled to death and hung on the beams, pretending to commit suicide, and we also found Zhao Long, the follower of Wu Qing. He also admitted that Wu Qing sent him to kill Shaw. And Mrs. Wu's maid also confessed that Mrs. Wu asked her to find some rat poison and send it over the day before the accident. The evidence is conclusive and can be directly convicted."

Shen Yinghan nodded, and asked again: "Has Wu Qing pleaded guilty?"

"I pleaded guilty. It's just..." Qi Yuanwei was a little hesitant, looked up at Shen Yinghan, and then continued: "Wu Qing said that he killed the Shao family was ordered by Lord Hou, and the purpose was to adopt Miss Wu's Sixth."

As soon as these words came out, both Shen Yinghan and Song Sijun were shocked.

Author's gossip: ps Let me talk about age here.Shen Huaqing is 39, Shen Huayang is 38, Song Sijun is 35 before crossing, and Shen Yinghan is [-].

The ancients got married early, and there was Shen Yinghan in Shen Huayang's time.

Small theater: Shen Yinghan: Didn't you say you were fifteen?

Song Sijun: I am fifteen years old...

Shen Yinghan: