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Just as Song Qingyu was speaking, the sound of footsteps came from afar. He was coming around a corner. She walked in a hurry and directly crashed into it.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew past. Song Qingyu's footsteps became unstable as she cried out in alarm. Suddenly, a pair of large hands supported her. At the same time, her handkerchief landed in the palm of that person.

"Thank you."

Song Qingyu pushed the handkerchief away and smiled gratefully.

After she finished speaking, Song Qingyu's limpid eyes smiled at her as if it was accompanied by a resplendent starlight. Her blushing face just a moment ago made her look even more playful. Now, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

When she saw the person in front of her, she was perplexed again. A pair of big eyes seemed to ask, who is this person in front of me?

The steward quickly explained to Zuo Linyu. "Seventh Prince, this is the eldest miss of our household."

Hearing this, Song Qingyu's face was filled with shock. He quickly regained his composure and retreated half a step, "This humble one did not know that the Seventh Prince had arrived, and did not intend to barge in."

"No problem."

As Zuo Linyu spoke, she didn't realize who this young lady in front of her was. Eldest Miss Song Yiyan, he remembered that she did not look like that.

However, the handkerchief in her hand was soft, just like her sweet smile. She had stopped laughing. He was still a little afraid of himself.

She unconsciously took half a step back. If other girls were willing to get close to her in such a situation, she would actually retreat. He retreated so calmly, it wasn't on purpose.

Then, he thought, "Could this be Song Qingyu, who was engaged to him?"

He gently raised the handkerchief in his hand and placed it in her palm.

"Thank you, Seventh Prince."

Song Qingyu wanted to thank him with both hands, but when he let go, the handkerchief fell to the ground. Song Qingyu's beautiful eyes slightly frowned.

Song Qingyu picked up the handkerchief and turned to pay his respects, "This humble girl will take her leave."

The corner of Zuo Ruyu's mouth lifted slightly. She was so angry that she didn't even try to conceal it.

Originally, because she had grown up in the countryside, Zuo Linyu had always thought of her as a village nun. Now that he saw her today, this Song Qingyu seemed to be rather interesting.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

When Song Qingyu was far away, Nannan tremblingly asked, "Miss, why were you angry just now?" This was the Seventh Prince. Such a good opportunity. "Why did you leave in anger?"

Song Qingyu's voice suddenly became heavy, "Nan Nan, that is my enemy. Furthermore, many people around him are intentionally approaching him, so the only option is to do the opposite. "

"Ah?" Miss, what are you talking about? It's an enemy again, and it's on purpose? "

"Nannan, do you believe in me?"

Nannan followed closely behind Song Qingyu, "Nannan is stupid, but Miss must be right."

Song Qingyu smiled gently. In this life, not only would she not like Zuo Ruyu, but she would also make her suffer greatly and let him experience the taste of being abandoned!

When Song Qing and Yu just got back, what happened just now had already spread throughout the Song Residence.

Song Zhenyuan really wanted to beat this unfilial daughter to death so badly. He didn't even wait for the Seventh Prince's permission to leave before leaving in front of so many people.

"Prince, A Yu doesn't understand etiquette, so don't take things to heart." Song Zhentian explained as he gestured to the maidservants by his side, "Hurry up and bring that girl over. Then, you can personally apologize."

The maidservant looked embarrassed, "Just now, this servant went to invite you, Miss …" Miss … Said she was sick. "

Zuo Linyu's eyebrows shot up. Why did he suddenly become so sick when he was still alive just a moment ago?

Song Zhentian's complexion turned even more purple. It was this girl who did not give him any time to worry.

"My daughter doesn't understand …"

Before Song Zhentian could finish, he was interrupted by Zuo Linyu, "Since you're sick, this prince wants to go visit you."

"This …"

Song Zhentian did not dare to refute the Seventh Prince's words.

Song Qingyu was picking red plums outside the courtyard. There was a red plum blossoming on a tree outside the Wangqing Courtyard. She asked Nannan to bring over a stool to pick the most flourishing flower on it.

Zuo Linyu stood on the long corridor and watched as Song Qingyu's back was turned towards her, but she couldn't reach the red plum blossom. She had been working hard for a long time, and had wanted to see what she would do.

"Who would have thought that the maid would come forward to report first?" Miss, the Seventh Prince and the Old Master have arrived. "

Hearing this, an undetectable smile flashed across Song Qingyu's face. She had accompanied him for three years, but she couldn't understand him anymore. She knew he would come.

Everyone saw that Song Qing and Yu was shocked and then seemed calmer, but her voice was a little guilty, "Speak, I'm sick." so they don't have to come. "

Zuo Yuanyu raised an eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

They had already frightened Song Zhentian. This unfilial daughter! How audacious!

"If Miss Song was sick, why didn't she rest in her room and come out to pick red plums?"

He actually arrived so quickly. Song Qing Yu trembled in fear and was about to bow. He completely forgot that he was still standing on the bench. He slipped and grabbed a bunch of red plums.

Zuo Ruyu frowned and caught him. The petals of the plum blossom were caught by Song Qingyu, scattering all around. The fragrance was faint.

Song Qingyu quickly broke free from his embrace. Blessed body saluted.

When Zuo Yuanyu saw her, she was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"This humble girl is sick. Seeing this red plum …" "It will be better."

Song Zhentian looked at Song Qing and Yu Qiang's reason and his face turned purple. He still didn't know how Zuo Linyu would punish her. Originally, the engagement of these two people couldn't be destroyed so easily.

"Seventh Prince, my little girl …"

Seeing how frightened she was, Zuo Yuanyu leapt up and picked the one she wanted before handing it to her. "Miss Song, it's better now."

Song Qing and Yu looked at the flower and took it. Then they looked at the angry Song Zhentian and said with a fake smile, "He might have recovered by now."

"Originally, Lord Song invited this prince to tour the garden. If Miss Song recovers, can we go together?"

Song Qing and Yu opened their mouths, "I …"

Seeing that Song Qingyu wanted to reject her, Song Zhentian quickly glared at her.

Song Qingyu lowered his head and said in embarrassment, "I am extremely honored."

Only now did Song Zhentian realize that Zuo Linyu wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, she seemed to care deeply about Song Qingyu. Otherwise, she wouldn't have saved him just now. He finally felt relieved.

Initially, he was just accompanying them. After a while, Song Zhentian pretended to have something on as he let the two of them accompany him.

Once Father Song left, Song Qingyu cried out and clutched his stomach, "Seventh Prince, my stomach hurts so much that I might not be able to travel with you."

Zuo Linyu bent over to see how she was faking, "You are Song Qingyu."

Song Qingyu was at a loss, "It's me."

"You've teased this prince time and time again. Do you think this prince is a fool?"

Song Qing Yu was shocked and quickly kneeled down. Although it was an apology, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, "It was obviously the prince who made fun of me."

"So you really are pretending to be sick?"

Song Qingyu was speechless. He lowered his head, still not convinced. She bit down on the words, "I'm not pretending to be sick."

Zuo Linyu giggled. "This prince will apologize to you, won't it?"

Song Qing was stunned and looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"

Zuo Linyu's eyes were as beautiful as the stars as she gazed at her. "This prince hasn't apologized yet. Tell me, what do you usually say when you apologize?"

"I'm sorry."

"Say what?" Zuo Ruyu raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry."

Song Qingyu came to his senses and glared at Zuo Linyu, "We'll see." He then got up and left.

The moment he tilted his head, in a corner that no one noticed, Song Qingyu's eyes flashed with a mocking smile.

The servant girl at the side was dumbfounded again. This time, the young miss didn't even say she was going to leave. He had left the Seventh Prince in the garden.