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In the time that Ting Zhu took him back home, Shen Kouqing had already prepared a few small dishes filled with porridge. Shen Kouqing intentionally sent some clear water to Song Yichen, so she stopped at the door for a moment before entering.

When the water left the room, the door closed behind them.

"Is that clear water?" Song Yichen took another look and asked.

Shen Kouqing nodded, and picked up a bowl of food for Song Yichen, then said softly: "The butler told her to go, and I kept her here. No matter how bad Qing Yan is, it is still Qing Yan's fault, it has nothing to do with Qingshui. "

"It's that simple?"

Shen Kouqing nodded.

But Song Yichen did not believe it.

However, Shen Kouqing didn't plan to say anything else. As if nothing had happened, she continued to feed Song Yichen as she calculated other things in her mind.

"By the way, how is the black hawk?"

Shen Kouqing paused for a moment, then said: "These are all superficial wounds, and are currently recuperating. After some time, they will completely recover."

Song Yichen frowned, "With the Black Hawk coming here, it will definitely alarm Song Yuanhui. I'm afraid that he already knows the Black Hawk's identity, and has come all the way here to find me."

"So what?" Shen Kouqing was still calm and composed, she added the best pickled vegetables with sauce and put it into Song Yichen's bowl: "If one's talent is insufficient to be someone who has great talent, forcing himself to be promoted will cost him his life."

Song Yichen's eyes shone with a bright light as he smiled.

Song Yuanhui was like a huge black cloud above the emperor's eldest grandson's residence. No one knew when it would fall, catching them off guard.

However, the Black Hawk had received half a letter that day and had no other valuable information.

Song Yichen barely managed to eat some food, and after Shen Kouqing helped him pulse again, he personally watched him drink the medicine, and then he gave up.

"Shen Kouqing."

Song Yichen suddenly called out to her.

Shen Kouqing was cleaning up the candied fruits that Song Yichen had eaten before. She was stunned for a moment as she turned her head to look at Song Yichen, confused.

"Why are you … So good to me? "

Shen Kouqing laughed: "What do you mean by 'eldest grandson'? It's my duty to serve you, my wife.

To others, it might be true, but to Shen Kouqing, it was definitely not so.

Even he was unable to see through this woman's thoughts. It was as though she was wearing an extremely good human skin mask. Even her eyes were completely covered, sealing his heart.

Shen Kouqing acted as if she did not hear it, packed her stuff and left.

However, the moment he closed the door, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Was she very good to Song Yichen? Why couldn't she feel it herself?

Ting Zhu accompanied Shen Kouqing to her room.

"Why does the Empress keep clean water today? Have you forgotten how she came here in the first place?" Ting Zhu pouted unhappily.

Shen Kouqing joked: "What, are you afraid that she will be separated from you?"

"The Empress is used to making fun of me!" Ting Zhu touched the tip of her red nose that was being pinched by Shen Kouqing, and frowned: "This servant is worried about the Empress, the water was sent by the Crown Princess. Since Qing Yan is not right in her heart, how can she be better, she did not have the chance in the past, and now that I am by her side, what if I am to hurt the Empress?"

Ting Zhu's worries were not without reason, but Shen Kouqing felt that it was unlikely. Water felt very clean to her, especially after everything that had happened, she was like her name, with eyes as clean as water.

This gaze made Shen Kouqing recall the scene when she had just entered the Palace.

Ting Zhu did not buy the maids in batches, but rather, she was a beggar that Shen Kouqing had met when she was leaving the house. When Ting Zhu had seen her, she had grabbed her sleeves without letting go, and Shen Koudan had even slapped her twice.

Shen Kouqing fell in love with Ting Zhu at first glance, and brought her back to the Palace. At that time, it was Ting Zhu's first time entering the Wuling Mansion, so everything looked fresh.

If he didn't have to give a reason, that would be it.

Shen Kouqing smiled inwardly, and held Ting Zhu's hand: "In the past, I always felt that something would happen, so I didn't put the two of them by my side. But now, I feel that Qingshui isn't this kind of person."

"Empress, this sort of matter cannot be judged by feeling. What if your judgement is wrong?"

"There's no doubt about it, there's no doubt about it." Shen Kouqing gently left these words behind and no longer said anything.

She raised her head to look at the moon, and it was as slender as a silver hook.

Shen Kouqing couldn't help but take a glance at Ting Zhu.

In his previous life, at the Seventh Night Feast, when Song Yuanhui left Supreme Harmony Palace and chased after him, Ting Zhu was still worried. However, he met the eldest son of the Right Minister, Wei Changling, and fell in love with him at first sight.

Unfortunately, later on …

As though fresh blood had spilled in front of his eyes, Shen Kouqing did not dare to recall his memories anymore.

"Ting Zhu..." She called out softly, with an indescribable hoarseness and vicissitudes, "Will you accompany me for the feast of the Double Seventh Festival in a few days' time?"

These words were exactly the same as what he had said in his previous life.

In this life, she would definitely not let Ting Zhu embark on the road of no return. She had to give her and Wei Changling a beautiful future.

When Shen Kouqing returned to her room, she found clear water smoking some wormwood. When she saw Shen Kouqing coming in, she immediately bowed, put down the grass in her hands, and walked out.

Shen Kouqing could not help but look at her a few more times.

If he remembered correctly, clean water used to be rough work, but he never would have thought that such a delicate work could be done with ease, as if he had done it many times before.

Ting Zhu glared at her hatefully, with a hint of warning in her tone.

Second Prince's Estate.

Ever since Song Yuanqi returned to the capital, there were a lot of people who wanted to pay respects to the envoy. All sorts of rare treasures were given to him, but Song Yuanqi did not even bother looking at them, directly asking the butler to register him as a official in the warehouse.

It was midnight when Song Yuanqi was busy with official business. Xiao Li Zi walked in.

"Your Highness, here is a letter for you."

Song Yuanqi didn't even raise his head as he coldly said, "Throw it away."

Xiao Li looked troubled, and said: "Your Highness, this was sent to you by General Fu Yuan, Li Zhiyao, please take a look."

After saying this, Little Li raised the letter above her head, took a few steps forward, and bent down.

The brush in his hand paused slightly, Song Yuanqi raised his head, his shrewd eyes moved slightly as he received the letter.

The two of them had never interacted with General Fu Yuan, they only exchanged greetings when they met. Although the two of them were generals, they could not be compared, so Song Yuanqi wanted to compete for the title of General.

Song Yuanqi opened the envelope and looked at it. The corners of his mouth twitched, but his expression still remained calm.

He glanced at the letter and placed it on the candle flame.

After about half a cup of tea's time, another voice came from inside: "Come in."

Xiao Li rushed in, only to see that Song Yuanqi had already written a letter, which he smoothly put into the envelope and passed to Xiao Li.