Chapter 591

Lin Chuyu is stunned. Seeing song Jiacheng staring at his face, his face is slightly black. As soon as the curtain cap falls, he turns around and stands behind the black wolf. At this moment, the black wolf receives Lin Chuyu's curtain cap and hands it to her.

"Miss Dongxia looks like..."

"Mr. Song is so impolite today!" The black wolf's face is cold. He doesn't want to sell the Song family any face. Does the Song family really think he is a philistine and the whole capital have to get used to him?

Although song Jiacheng didn't like the black wolf yelling at him like this, he knew that he would get this scolding just now. He immediately apologized and said, "I'm just in a hurry. I accidentally knocked down Dongxia girl's veil. I'm really sorry. I'll make amends in the future. Please forgive Dongxia girl and general black wolf."

Song Jiacheng's apology can be described as sincere, and in the eyes of the people present, he is just careless. Black wolf doesn't need to go up to the top line.

Lin Chuyu knew that song Jiacheng had a deep mind, and black wolf couldn't play with him here. After wearing the curtain and cap, she said faintly, "if so, we'll leave."

After that, Lin Chuyu left.

Black wolf understood Lin Chuyu's mind. Although he didn't like song Jiacheng as a hypocrite, looking at the people around him, he had to endure this tone and left.

And they all happened to ignore Xun Yang.

When Xunyang saw Lin Chuyu just now, his heart stopped. Although he knew that she might not be dead, now seeing her again still makes people feel sluggish.

Moreover, he could see that Lin Chuyu was not in a good situation now. Since she pretended not to know herself, she could not reveal herself.

After thinking about it, Xunyang dispersed with the crowd.

Song Jiacheng looked at Lin Chuyu's back and killed the carriage. Then he told the people around him and whispered, "follow up and have a look."

"I understand." The boy around him knew his mind best and immediately followed him.

Song Jiacheng can't help but call up his lips. The fourteenth princess in southern Xinjiang wants to get it. This "winter and summer" girl will be his sooner or later!

Lin Chuyu is sitting in the carriage, staring at the seemingly talented song Jiacheng. His heart is filled with nausea. Fortunately, he can see the man's appearance as soon as possible. Otherwise, if Liu Huang's elder sister marries him, it will be flowers on the cow dung.

But how did Xunyang come to Beiyan?

And look at his dress, it seems to be quietly, do not want to expose identity.

"Little sang."

"Don't worry, miss. I know what to do." Xiao sang should go down.

Just wait for the carriage to turn the corner, Xiao sang quickly snatches out of the carriage. A hand knife stuns the little boy sent by song Jiacheng. After tying him up and throwing him into the night incense pile, he quickly goes to inquire about Xun Yang's residence.

Song Jiacheng still doesn't know that the boy he went with has been solved. When he gets back to the Song family, he is still thinking about the plan he promised to turn Lin Huaiyu, the sixth princess, into Lou Fengqin's man.

At the thought of this, there was a certain irony in his mouth.

But as soon as he entered the Song family, he saw his mother, Mrs. song, coming towards him.

"Cheng er." When Mrs. song saw him, she was a little worried.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Song Jiacheng saw her worried and asked her.

"It's news from the palace that the emperor wants to see you and let you enter the Palace tomorrow." Song Fu is humane.

The Song family's prejudice is just about this, but also laughs at her: "there's nothing to worry about. It's about letting children's ministers go to the palace to meet the sixth princess."

Mrs. song would not have worried before, but now

Since Rouge told her clearly and secretly that song Jiacheng's mind was uncertain, she began to worry that sooner or later the Song family would fall in love with this marriage, but now Song Jiacheng doesn't accept discipline at all and won't listen to her as a mother.

Mrs. song can only advise: "cheng'er, since your marriage to the princess has been decided, my mother hopes you can think clearly. From then on, you can only be the son-in-law, and don't think about anything else."

"What does mother mean by that?" Song Jiacheng was slightly dissatisfied.

He studied hard in the cold window, striving to be the first everywhere, in order to be a vassal of the fallen flowers and willows?

He doesn't like song Jiacheng.

Mrs. song wanted to persuade him again, but song Jiacheng was too lazy to listen. He thought about Lou Yunsu, the charming Princess of the fourteenth before, the "winter and summer" he saw today, and his bright future in southern Xinjiang in the future. He didn't put Mrs. song's worries at the bottom of his heart.

Looking at him like this, Mrs. song sighed in her heart. She only hoped that her son would turn around and go to her little Buddhist hall to pray.

This box, Lin Chuyu and his party got out of the carriage, old lady Liang's face is still very white, it seems that they have not recovered.

Lin Chuyu prescribes some tranquilizer and asks Liang Jing to take her back to rest. Even Zhao Nianqing calms down and goes back without saying a word.

After they left, Lin Chuyu looked at Wei Ye on one side and said, "the eighth prince should go back and have a rest. You don't have to tell me if you have any words, but you know, I will help you.""Thank you, Chu Yu." Wei Ye looked at her deeply. When he made friends with her, he just felt like her. But he never thought that she would save his life one day.

Before Wei Ye stepped into the house, his steps stopped. He specially looked back at Lin Chuyu and said, "Chuyu, if you believe me, promise me that you will not contact with Bai Xue any more. The real Bai Xue is dead. She is no longer Bai Xue."

Wei Ye silently shed tears, mention snow, then heart like a knife.

Although Lin Chuyu didn't quite understand the meaning of his sentence, she knew that sooner or later she would find out for herself.

When Dongxia is ready to go in with Yingying in his arms, there is a bell ringing in the alley.

The sound of the bell is very abrupt. Several people turn around and see a lame Taoist in ragged clothes coming slowly in the dusk, holding a wooden stick with a cloth bag and a bell.

Every time he took a step, the bell on the stick would ring. It was not as pleasant as the bell usually heard, but with an evil cold.

Lin Chuyu saw that the old Taoist was still ragged and skinny in winter. After thinking about it, he motioned for cicada to give him some pieces of silver. Then he turned to go in. But the old Taoist opened his mouth at this time.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. When the first dream comes, it's empty. Girl, the big dream will wake up one day. It's over earlier. Follow me to practice

Hearing these words, cicada turned black and yelled, "what are you talking nonsense, old man?"

Lin Chuyu thought that he was a monk. He was always like this. He stopped talking and called cicada to go to the house.

The old Taoist watched her leave like this, and then looked at the silver in her hand. He said with a smile: "it's rare that you are so kind-hearted. Good intentions will be rewarded. But the samsara of heaven, no one can change

Then he walked forward slowly, but when Ming Chan was angry and looked back quietly, the old Taoist was just like when he came, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.