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Even though Song Zhentian was angry at Song Qingyu, if he were to fall into the hands of the Ninth Prince, it would definitely not be a good thing. Song Zhentian was furious at Song Qingyu, but if Song Qingyu fell into the hands of the Ninth Prince, it would be a bad thing.

"Ninth Prince, this unfilial daughter of mine came from the countryside. She doesn't understand the rules and doesn't intend to offend the Ninth Prince."

The ninth prince slightly raised his gaze, and a bright light could be seen in his lazy eyes.

"But why does This Prince feel that there is someone who wants to oppose This Prince? They must have intentionally knocked over the teacup. This prince is now parched and tongue-tied. Could it be that Lord Song intends to discipline this prince? "

"This official does not dare," Song Zhentian's body trembled slightly as he felt an invisible pressure. He immediately instructed the mama beside him, "Hurry up and let the young miss come in to receive her punishment."

His voice had barely faded when the First Lady's face lit up with excitement.

This time, even the madame could not save Song Qingyu.

In this room, the two nuns lifted the curtain. Song Qing was holding a teacup, dressed in a long snow-white dress, and holding a delicate porcelain teapot. Beside the teapot, there were a few teacups with dead corners.

She slowly approached and gave a slight bow.

"This humble girl greets the ninth prince, father, and mother."

Song Zhentian saw that Song Qingyu looked even better after dressing up a little. However, it was quite a pity to contradict the Ninth Prince today.

The ninth prince slightly raised his eyes and sized it up, "You're the one who broke this prince's tea?"

His voice was slightly high-pitched and extremely pleasing to the ears. With a threatening force, Song Qingyu could not help but slightly raise his gaze. Rumor has it that the ninth prince had an extraordinary appearance.

She glanced over. How could that not be extraordinary? It was as tranquil as an immortal, and as moving as a devil's evil. He had a sharp nose, delicate facial features, and a tall body.

His black eyes were clear and deep, without a hint of emotion in them.

He was in a position of power, and had the deterrence of those in a position of power.

Such a person's gentle question gave Song Qingyu an indescribable feeling of shock and fear. Song Qingyu even felt that there was no doubt that he would become the Crown Prince!

"Yes." Song Qing Yu stopped looking and nodded slightly. He then handed the tea tray over. This servant's movements were slow as he served tea. I feel a little cold. If this Dong Ri were to let the Ninth Prince drink cold tea, wouldn't that mean our Song Residence was disrespectful? It's fine if she did something wrong, but if she were to blame the Song Residence, the Song Residence would suffer grievances. Coincidentally, the Empress Mother bestowed Longjing tea. So this commoner personally made tea and sent it to the Ninth Prince, hoping he would calm his anger. "

The ninth prince's gaze landed on Song Qingyu, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"In that case, present it."

Song Qingyu stepped forward slowly and placed the tea tray down. A young maid immediately walked up to him.

The Ninth Prince lightly raised his eyebrows, "What, Miss Song, isn't it to pour tea? Or would you like this prince to pour tea for himself? "

The young maid stood on the spot. Song Qingyu was also stunned. Song Zhentian immediately winked at her. Song Qingyu did not understand, but it was as if he had a premonition that the ninth prince was here for her.

However, this seemed to be the first time she had seen the ninth prince.

"What is it? You don't really want to move? "

"Qingyu wouldn't dare." Song Qingyu took another step forward. She wore thick clothes with wide sleeves, but in reality, it was not easy to pour tea. As she poured tea, she raised the sleeve of her right hand.

When Nannan looked at him wanting to help, she suddenly felt a wave of gaze causing her to withdraw her hand in shock. She looked up and saw that the Ninth Prince was not looking at her, but her heart was beating rapidly and her body was trembling.

Song Qingyu had no choice but to pour a cup of tea in a sorry state. This Ninth Prince was difficult to deal with. When she was sure that the temperature wasn't too hot, she passed it over.

"This prince seemed to have seen your sleeves flash past the tea."

Song Qingyu trembled slightly. It was impossible for her to be so cautious. She then whispered, "The ninth prince is wrong."

"This prince isn't mistaken. This cup of tea is dirty."

He fell to the ground.

The first wife could see that the ninth prince was clearly making things difficult for Song Qingyu. Since this was the case, she frowned, "A Yu, since you are dirty, pour the ninth prince a fresh cup."

Nannan had a worried expression, this matter of pouring tea and passing water was not the work of the Young Miss. Why did the Ninth Prince obviously embarrass the Miss?

Song Qingyu was unwilling to accept this outcome.

Just as he was about to continue, the Ninth Prince spoke softly, as if it was a pity: "This is the West Lake Longjing. This year's rain is not good, and the harvest is not as good as the previous years. Miss Song, you can't waste it."

Song Qingyu's expression changed slightly.

Did that mean he let himself drink it?

Although the tea was not dirty, he said it was dirty and let her drink it in front of so many people. Her patience soon ran out!

Song Zhentian saw that Song Qingyu had stopped and immediately glared at him, "Ah Yu, this is good tea, just listen to the Ninth Prince's words. This year's harvest was indeed not good. This is the empress dowager's reward. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingyu picked up the cup and looked at Zuo Linyi, enunciating clearly, "Ninth Prince is so diligent and frugal, even I admire you."

He finished it in one gulp.

Zuo Linyi's eyes revealed a faint smile. It was like a painting that had been splashed with ink. His appearance was uncontrollable. "Miss Song, please refill a cup for this prince."

Song Qingyu wanted to kill the man in front of him. Suddenly, he looked down and saw a guard standing behind Zuo Linyi. There was mud at his feet. The others were clean.

When she was in the garden and saw a shadow flash by, that person must have been in the garden. The snow had not dried yet and the soil was still wet. Could it be that this was the person I saw before?

She held back her doubts and slowly poured another glass.

Zuo Linyi had also noticed what she had noticed. He could only inwardly curse his subordinate when he had failed to accomplish anything!

Song Qingyu passed it over.

"Miss Song, you're really not very meticulous. Why did this prince see your clothes fall off again?"

"Not this time."

"This prince said there is." The ninth prince looked at her and gently smiled, "You should drink up, Miss Song."

Song Qingyu's expression changed slightly.

This repeated over and over again until the fourth cup. Song Qingyu's stomach churned uncomfortably. After drinking so much tea, she could no longer drink anymore.

Fortunately, she had tied a handkerchief to her sleeves. What was shameful about that? The most important thing was to send this living ancestor away. Besides, he really couldn't drink tea anymore.

But when she respectfully handed it over, the ninth prince looked at her sleeve being tied up. Her eyebrows curved.

"Seeing how happily Miss Song is drinking, I'll reward you with this cup of tea."

The First Lady was truly vexed when she saw this. With his right hand holding the hairpin, he was quite satisfied.

Song Qingyu's bright eyes could hardly contain his rage. Nannan sensed that she could only dry pull at her clothes. Song Qingyu clenched his fists as his expression returned to normal.

Zuo Linyi, I will remember this debt!