Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After coming out of Rongxuan's room and returning to his own room with difficulty, Song Shutong banged his head against the wall.

His right hand was clenched into a fist and pressed against his lips. His eyes were tightly closed but his eyelashes were still trembling uncontrollably.

I can't stop feeling regret in my heart.

The scenes just now flashed back in her mind again and again, becoming clearer as she escaped.

So, that's the truth.

It seemed that the servant Song did not even blink an eye. After saying these harsh words, he threw the quilt on the head of the Son of God and ran away.

It is really an act of insubordination.

However, in this huge temple, there is only one up and one down, so no one would notice it even if it was turned upside down.

Song Shutong buried herself in the quilt. The golden peacock fur coat she wore over her snow-white pajamas did not enhance her aura.

..........

The next morning, Song Shutong deliberately avoided Rong Xuan and finished his breakfast at the speed of light while maintaining his manners.

This holy mountain is strangely fair. The food here at the Son of God is just as bad.

After eating, he left a note promising to let Rong Xuan see it and ran away without looking back.

"Remember to change the bouquets in front of the table and the incense in the censer. Today is the day of the storm, and I'm wearing peach-colored clothes. I may not be back at noon."

There were three lines of big characters on the note. Song Shutong did not feel the slightest bit of shame when she finished writing. After all, she had a very important matter to deal with today.

It concerns their future quality of life.

When they arrived at the lake, Song Shutong rang the bell that Rong Xuan gave her. The bell rang and the sound of birds singing gradually approached.

The calm lake immediately attracted many birds. Song Shutong chose the crane that knocked her down yesterday and climbed onto its back.

She is not taking revenge on it, this is called reuse.

Although life on the mountain was leisurely, she was the type who had to explore her nest thoroughly before going to bed, so she had already figured out this holy mountain thoroughly.

In this regard, all I can say is that it is a family tradition. She didn't expect that her peers could be so sweet.

It made her, the only normal person, seem abnormal.

.......

The place responsible for internal affairs on this holy mountain is west of the Yaoguang Palace. It is the noisiest place on this quiet holy mountain except for the dining hall.

"Gu Tong, why hasn't the spirit gathering array in Jiaxu Dormitory No. 11 been repaired today? It's been reported again!!!"

“Canteens No. 3, No. 5, No. 6, and No. 7 all reported that they were short of raw materials, and the children were hungry every day!!”

"You idiot! The data we submitted earlier clearly stated that the weekly loss of raw materials is 25%. How can it be not enough?!"

"You're the one who's wrong. There's something wrong with your scheduling. You must hand over a new plan to me today. I only know that the children don't have enough food!!"

"Someone, come quickly, the Chun No. 3 martial arts stage has been destroyed again!!!"

Song Shutong avoided the hurried crowd like a fish, with his eyebrows lowered, a faint smile on his lips and a light look in his eyes.

This kind of environment was the one she was most familiar with. Although the Song Mansion was not so noisy, this atmosphere similar to her native environment actually gave her a long-lost sense of familiarity.

In other words, a sense of relaxation.

She put a lot of thought into learning how to handle family affairs. After all, this was her only value and the foundation for her future when she married into her husband's family.

Who could have imagined that after being chosen to go to the Holy Mountain, everything she had learned since she was five years old would suddenly become useless.

She was able to use some of it today. In addition to feeling distressed for Rong Xuan, she also felt a little proud.

It is difficult for people not to be proud of their strengths.

Song Shutong walked into the house, and just as a wooden mechanical pelican was about to come forward to greet him, a woman with round eyes slapped it away and stepped forward to greet him.

"Song Shenshi, may I ask if Lord Shenzi has any instructions for you?"

Her voice was slightly lowered when she said this, but the four words "Son of God" are undoubtedly sensitive words no matter where they are.

As long as you say it, you will get 100% attention.

The originally noisy government hall suddenly fell into silence, and countless people's eyes were immediately glued to Song Shutong's face.

After confirming her face, the discussion among the crowd came like a heat wave.

"Is this the person chosen by the Son of God himself?"

"Oh my god, she is so lucky that she can serve the Son of God in the temple. Doesn't that mean she can see the Son of God every day?"

"Not only that, Lord Shenzi smells the perfume she made, sees the flowers she presented, and wears the clothes she arranged every day."

........

Hearing the discussions in the crowd, Song Shutong's mouth twitched. She was really sorry. She didn't cherish such a precious opportunity at all.

If she was at the foot of the mountain, she might have thought the same as them, but after meeting Rong Xuan.

Her reverence for the Son of God was like running water, disappearing in an instant. She could never connect Rong Xuan with the Son of God whom she needed to revere.

If anyone knew what she did to Rong Xuan, they would definitely tear her to pieces.

Fortunately, the chaotic situation did not last too long, and the divine servant in charge quickly dragged Song Shutong to a room on the second floor.

She poured a cup of white tea for Song Shutong. Song Shutong looked at the tea, his fingertips moved slightly, and began to wonder what she meant by pouring white tea.

Now that we have entered autumn, white tea has a cool nature and is most suitable for those with strong stomach fire, and it tastes like silver and snow.

When we were at the Song residence, whenever my mother served someone white tea, it was very likely that she would leave that person alone for a while.

But this is not the Song Palace after all, and each place has its own rules.

The divine servant in charge had no idea of ​​Song Shutong's inner thoughts. After pouring a cup for Song Shutong as a symbol of respect, he couldn't wait to pour himself a cup and drank it up quickly.

I've been busy since I woke up and haven't even had a glass of water to drink. Now I can finally take a break.

The decent smile on Song Shutong's lips slightly cracked after he saw the man opposite him drinking three cups of tea.

But after all, he had already understood the virtues of the people in this holy mountain. He raised the teacup, slightly moistened his lips, and adjusted his facial expression.

After finishing his tea, the man opposite took out a booklet and spoke at a slightly faster pace.

"Song Shenshi, I wonder if you came to the government hall today because something went wrong in the temple, or if the Son of God has any instructions."

Song Shutong's originally sincere smile became a little thinner after her question.

A group of people looked at the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but they didn't expect that he would bully the idiot.

Although I am not happy, when dealing with both sides, it is important to be polite before using force, and I have to give face to both sides, otherwise it will inevitably be inconvenient to get along with each other in the future.

Song Shutong took another sip of tea. When the manager opposite saw Song Shutong like this, she felt her spine tighten for some reason.