I'm really not an official match [Wear the book]

Wang Lin put the thing in his hand in front of Zhuyue and raised it, then said: "My lord heard that His Highness is ill, so let me visit His Highness instead of him."

Zhuyue still stopped people outside, obviously his highness was fine when he went out with Song Sheng, but fell ill as soon as he came back.

When his Highness was in a coma, he kept pulling him and saying not to tell anyone that he had seen Song Sheng.

Doesn't this mean that the serious illness of His Royal Highness has something to do with Song Sheng?

In fact, Zhuyue has always disliked Song Sheng.

He knew how his highness felt about Song Sheng, and he wanted to go and persuade his highness, especially when the empress knew about it, so he couldn't watch his highness fall into deep trouble every month.

But it didn't work.

"Okay, I've received your wish." Zhuyue didn't pick up anything, but just glanced at Wang Lin coldly, and then began to issue the order to evict.

Wang Lin was speechless for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to push against the door: "Zhuyue, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

In the past, although the relationship between the Seventh Prince's Mansion and the Palace of the Great Highness was not very good, the relationship between these servants is still quite good.

Monthly temperament is also better.

They were half friends in private.

"Get out!" Zhuyue kicked Wang Lin, and then drove him out.

Wang Lin was carrying something in his hand, and he stood outside the Grand Highness's Lower Palace rather embarrassedly.

I only heard the imperial physicians coming and going say that His Majesty's illness is severe, and the cause cannot be found, and he doesn't know where to start.

Qi Lian is usually in good health.

All of a sudden, he couldn't afford to be so sick, and the hospital was in chaos, and he was at a loss what to do.

Qi Yu looked at Song Sheng who was staying at home without even asking a word, and felt that there was something wrong with Song Sheng like this.

No matter what, Song Sheng should ask a question.

Qi Yu looked at Song Sheng and asked, "Do you know that Qi Lian is ill?"

Song Sheng nodded: "I know."

"Why don't you ask the king about him?"

Song Sheng smiled at Qi Yu: "Although I'm worried about Your Highness, since the prince doesn't like it, I won't ask any more. Anyway, I can't go to see him in the palace, so it's useless to ask."

"Well, it's useless to ask. I heard that the imperial physicians in the palace are helpless."

Qi Yu's words were not too exaggerated, the imperial physicians in the palace really couldn't do anything about it.

This disease is menacing.

A group of imperial doctors discussed in Qi Lian Palace for a whole day, but they couldn't come up with any solution.

Song Sheng hummed calmly.

If it was cured by those imperial doctors so easily, then I would be too sorry for him going to the system to change things.

Qi Yu looked at Song Sheng suspiciously, and asked casually, "Did you know he was going to be sick?"

"Ah? What are you talking about, my lord? How could I know that His Highness is going to be sick." It has to be said that Song Sheng was still a little surprised when Qi Yu just finished speaking.

Regardless of whether this guy said it casually or not, it's too damn accurate.

"Really." Qi Yu glanced at Song Sheng, "You told me last time that you thought Chang Lin was the one who stole the disaster relief funds, and I also thought it was a bit similar."

Song Sheng: "If it's really Chang Lin, what are you going to do, my lord?"

"What's the matter with this king?"

Qi Yu's light and airy appearance reassured Song Sheng a lot.

How old is Qi Yu now, what strength can he have to compete with those people, it's better to recharge his energy and store up energy first in the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

"Yes, it's really not about the prince's business. What the prince needs to do now is to be alone."

Qi Yu responded.

A peach blossom floated down and landed on Qi Yu's head. Song Sheng lowered his head slightly, just in time to see the pink on Qi Yu's head.

Then he picked off the peach blossom on Qi Yu's head wickedly, put it on Qi Yu's ear, and laughed.

"nice."

Qi Yu took the flower off his ear with a blank expression, and then waved to Song Sheng: "Squat down."

"No... not too good."

"Squat."

Song Sheng sighed, he knew he shouldn't be so skinny.

Qi Yu stuck the flower in Song Sheng's ear: "It's beautiful."

"Really?"

"Ah."

He Xiao happened to pass by here, and saw Steward Song squatting in front of their lord, with a flower on his ear, smiling at his lord there.

Judging by his prince's expression, he should be quite happy too.

Otherwise, why is Steward Song the most favored in the Seventh Prince's Mansion?

After Wang Lin came back from the palace, Qi Yu found him in the study.

Song Sheng has given up struggling on the matter of trust, and it's fine if Qi Yu doesn't believe him, anyway, his main task is to put Qi Yu on the throne, and the other things are secondary.

"My lord, I was kicked out by Zhuyue before I went in. Zhuyue was not like this before."

Qi Yuruo thought about it for a while: "Go again and bring some more things, and say it's to make amends for Steward Song at the Seventh Prince's Mansion."

"what?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just go and do as the king tells you." Qi Yu thought for a while, and then gave Wang Lin a few more instructions.

Wang Lin carried those things and knocked on the palace door of His Royal Highness's palace again, blocking him out again every month.

Zhuyue looked at the ignorant Wang Lin, and said impatiently, "Why are you here again?"

"I will apologize to His Royal Highness on behalf of Steward Song of the Seventh Prince's Mansion."

Zhuyue: "I knew it was him! My Highness was fine before seeing him, how could he become so sick after meeting him!"

Wang Lin's eyes darkened slightly, and it turned out that it was exactly what his prince thought.

Fortunately, his prince valued Song Sheng so much.

"But, don't you want to know why Steward Song did this?"

"Why should I know? Murdering the prince is a capital offense! I'm going to tell the emperor."

Wang Lin clasped Zhuyue's wrist, pulled Zhuyue back, and whispered in Zhuyue's ear: "Your Highness should be very troubled because the emperor suddenly appointed him to accept the disaster relief case, right?"

"Our Housekeeper Song and His Highness are friends, so it's normal to do His Highness a little favor."

"So, month after month, you'd better keep your mouth shut, you know?"

Although Zhuyue didn't know what Wang Lin meant, he knew that Qi Lian was indeed anxious because of the emperor's edict.

But isn't this a good thing?

"This can't be a reason for him to poison my Highness."

"You can wait until your Highness wakes up before asking him about everything. If he really wants to convict Steward Song, then it shouldn't be too late, right?"

Zhuyue looked at Wang Lin angrily.

His Royal Highness would not convict Song Sheng if Wang Lin ate to death, that's why he said that.

But the month is pissed off.

Why!

"Remember? Don't tell anyone that your highness met anyone before he became seriously ill. It is estimated that your highness will not be sick for a few days."

When Qi Yu saw Wang Lin's hesitant expression, he knew what Wang Lin wanted to say.

"It's him, isn't it?"

"Zhuyue doesn't know, Zhuyue only said that His Royal Highness met Song Sheng before he became seriously ill."

Qi Yu said that he understood, and then sat quietly on the chair.

Nothing was said.

Ever since Song Sheng hinted that Chang Lin was the one who stole the relief funds, he felt that Song Sheng should know more than he imagined.

Now that Song Sheng knew that Chang Lin was the one who stole the relief funds, there was no reason why he wouldn't know why Qi Yin suddenly withdrew from there, so after Qi Lian's accident, the first thing he thought of was to say no. Shut up, Song Sheng who doesn't ask and doesn't worry.

But even so, he was still afraid that Song Sheng would do something dirty, so he asked Wang Lin to wipe his ass.

Qi Yu's eyes were gloomy and terrifying, there was nothing in front of him, but the hatred in his eyes was like Song Sheng standing in front of him.

Being able to take such a big risk for Qi Lian, the relationship between the two of them is really enviable.

"My lord, maybe we wronged him?" Seeing Qi Yu's silent expression, Wang Lin couldn't help explaining for Song Sheng.

Qi Yu smiled: "Where did so many coincidences come from? It just happened that he knew who got the relief funds, and just before Qi Lian became seriously ill, he went to see him?"

Wang Lin shut up all of a sudden.

Also.

There are so many coincidences.

"My lord, do you still remember what I told you before? Someone is looking into the affairs of those outsiders. I think this group of people may be..." Wang Lin felt that the words Steward Song It was too heartbreaking to come out, after all, it was obvious to all that his prince had a deep affection for Steward Song.

Qi Yu almost gritted his teeth: "Go and investigate!"

Qi Yu originally thought that everything was within his expectations.

It turns out that not everything is under his control.

When did Song Sheng know these things?Why would he know?How much does he know?

and also···

Does he know that the person behind is him?

As soon as Wang Lin went out, he saw Song Sheng happily walking over with a bowl of dessert. This time, without waiting for Qi Yu to speak, he walked over and looked at Song Sheng with displeasure: "Song Butler, I will take care of you personally in the future." I won't bother you about this, my lord."

Before Song Sheng could react.

Wang Lin pulled out a silver needle and inserted it into the bowl of dessert.

Song Sheng stared blankly: "No, Wang Lin, what do you mean? Are you worried about me being poisoned?"

he asked amusingly.

"Anyone who doesn't agree with us should be on guard." Wang Lin took what was in Song Sheng's hands, and then sent it to Qi Yu's study.

Song Sheng originally wanted to go there, but was stopped by the hidden guards who came down from the roof.

Song Sheng looked puzzled.

What happened to him?

At night, neither Qi Yu nor Wang Lin was in the palace.

For the first time, Song Sheng felt that he was out of place here.

What Wang Lin meant should be what Qi Yu meant, right?What does Qi Yu mean by that?What does it mean to be a person who is not of one mind with him?

"It's not good, Brother Song, hurry up and hide!"

He Xiao hurried in from the outside, Song Sheng frowned: "What's wrong?"