This heroine is different

Chapter 79
"This is a family matter of Prince An's Mansion. Neither I nor the Right Prime Minister's Mansion are allowed to interfere. I have already brought my words to you. There are still important things waiting for me to deal with in the palace. Please excuse me and leave first."

After saying that, Steward Song bowed slightly to Song Song, then turned and left directly, ignoring Song Song's hesitant expression towards him.
"Princess, did you just let Steward Song leave?"

Seeing Steward Song's haughty back disappear before his eyes, Zhiluo retracted his gaze, gritted his teeth and looked at Song Song, stomping his feet angrily.

"Could it be, Zhiluo, you still want to keep him for lunch? I don't know, when did you and Steward Song become so close?"

Song Song pretended to be surprised, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

Zhiluo panicked: "Princess, you still have the heart to make fun of me at this time!"

"Otherwise, what do you think of me? Frowning?"

As Song Song said, he got up directly from the grand teacher's chair, patted Zhiluo's head lightly, and then Shi Shiran left.

"Princess, where are you going?"

When Zhiluo reacted, he saw Song Song's back about to pass through the arch. He quickly took the script on the stone table and hurriedly chased after him.

"At this time, I should go to the hall for lunch." Song Song replied without looking back.

"My lord looks good today."

When Song Song stepped into the hall, he saw Ouyang Ling sitting at the head at some point, and teased him quite leisurely.

"With the concubine here, the king's complexion will get better and better." Ouyang Ling glanced at Song Song lightly, and said something meaningful.

Song Song nodded approvingly, then walked to Ouyang Ling and sat down.

"You all go down."

Ouyang Ling raised his hand and waved lightly at the maids and servants standing by.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Everyone retreated in response.

"You two go down too." Ouyang Ling raised his head to look at Zhi Luo and An Yan who were standing beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty." An Yan, who already knew that Song Song had provided the whereabouts of the dead grass, answered simply and neatly this time.

Zhiluo's first reaction was to look at Song Song.

After getting Song Song's approval, she bowed to the two of them and said, "My lord and my concubine, this servant will leave."

Then followed An Yan's footsteps and left.
"You girl, you are very loyal."

Ouyang Ling glanced at An Yan and Zhiluo, who were waiting outside the hall, and said something meaningful.Apparently he saw the little actions of Song Song and Zhiluo.

"My maid is naturally loyal to me." Song Song smiled faintly as if he couldn't understand the meaning of Ouyang Ling's words.

Immediately, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him without calling Ouyang Ling, and started eating on his own.

"My concubine's eating appearance is probably not suitable for the status of a noble lady in Beijing." Ouyang Ling was not in a hurry, and teased Song Song in a leisurely manner.

I don't know if it is because of the whereabouts of the dead leaves and grass that his heart that has been tense all year round can finally relax a little bit, and finally he can stop worrying about how long he will live all day long.

In fact, Song Song's eating appearance is not ugly, but compared to those aristocratic ladies in the capital who almost eat by counting rice grains, it seems a bit unrefined.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Song Song smiled at Ouyang Ling indifferently: "The lord already knew my identity, why should I put on an air in front of the lord?"

"Yesterday, Mr. Yun secretly left for the southern country. He will arrive in about a month. No matter what the result is, there will be news at that time."

Ouyang Ling suddenly said such irrelevant words.

Mr. Yun's full name is Yun Dingyao, and he is a genius doctor with outstanding medical skills, but he has no fixed place and often sees the head and the tail.

He and Ouyang Ling's mother, Concubine Zhen, were old friends, and he only learned of Concubine Zhen's death ten years ago.

Seeing how Ouyang Ling was suffering from toxins in his body at such a young age, he resolutely ended his traveling career and concentrated on staying in the palace to develop an antidote for Ouyang Ling's fetal poison.

But there are only a handful of people who know his true identity, and most people in Prince An's residence only think that he is an ordinary doctor brought back to the residence by the prince by chance.

"Then I'll be here to congratulate the prince first. Within half a year, the prince will be able to laugh and curse like ordinary people."

After a pause, Song Song continued: "But Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, can you wait until I fill my stomach first?"

Ouyang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

After the servants took away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, in the hall where there were only two people left, Song Song brought up a serious matter: "I don't know if the prince has anything important to discuss?"

However, Ouyang Ling looked at Song Song meaningfully: "Today is the day when the princess returns home for three dynasties, what is the princess' plan?"

Hearing this, Song Song immediately relaxed his posture, and looked at Ouyang Ling with playful eyes: "Don't you think it's too late to ask this question now, my lord?"

"Didn't the concubine never mention it to the king?" Ouyang Ling's words were not at all guilty.It seems that the matter of returning to the door is not something that the male master should worry about.

"Your Majesty, can we stop talking in such roundabout ways?"

Song Song smiled helplessly, then leaned forward slightly, and looked at Ouyang Ling very seriously:
"I know that the prince can't trust me now. But regarding the matter between you and me, please be honest with the prince. This is conducive to our cooperation."

"In this way, the king will have something to say."

Ouyang Ling was not angry, but nodded in agreement:
"Today, is it true that the princess is not going back to the Prime Minister's Mansion? After all, your father, Prime Minister Song, has already sent his capable subordinates to warn the princess."

"Naturally, the Prime Minister's Mansion will go back. I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble for myself because of this matter."

Song Song shook his head disapprovingly, then changed the subject, and looked at Ouyang Ling with some malicious intent:

"It's just that the prince is ill, and he can't leave until the end of the day. So, I think father and the others will understand."

As soon as Ouyang Ling's mind changed, he understood Song Song's plan, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then said: "Then this time the door ceremony"

Song Song glanced at Ouyang Ling with a half-smile: "My lord, didn't you just say something straight? Could it be that this time the door ceremony, the lord has already prepared it long ago?"

"Sorry, I am used to talking to people like this. I will try to be more careful in the future." Ouyang Ling said with a faint apology on his face.

Song Song nodded understandingly, then he didn't know what he thought of, and looked at Ouyang Ling thoughtfully: "I hope the prince can cooperate with me as much as possible."

"How to cooperate? I hope the princess will reveal a little bit, so that the king can be mentally prepared." Ouyang Ling looked at Song Song playfully, quite knowingly asking.

"Since the prince already understands it in his heart, then I don't need to say more." Song Song said, stretching his waist indecently, "It's time to take a nap after eating and drinking."

As he spoke, he got up and left without waiting for Ouyang Ling to say anything.

Looking at Song Song's unflinching back, a smile flashed in Ouyang Ling's eyes, he tapped the table with his fingers unconsciously, and murmured in a low voice: "It's interesting."

(End of this chapter)