"Yuchen" Jin Zhi walked into the room first, Song Yuchen was sitting next to the bookcase writing, and there was a cup of hot tea on the table next to him.
Hearing that Yin Yulin was also here, Song Yuchen's expression was not as relaxed as when he saw Jin Zhi just now.
Yin Yulin stepped into this room for the first time, and he couldn't help frowning, as if something was wrong, and then saw a cup of hot tea on the table, and saw the piece of paper full of words on Song Yuchen's table, and turned around to look at Changsheng again.
"Come in and sit."
Song Yuchen vaguely sensed Yin Yulin's reaction and quietly beckoned them in.
"Okay."
Jin Zhi didn't think much about it, "Yuchen, we just came to see how you are now, I haven't seen you for the past few days, I still think" "Do you think I'm seriously ill" Song Yuchen didn't panic at all, just casually moved the cup of hot tea in front of him, opened two more cups, lifted the teapot and poured hot tea, "When I woke up in the morning, my throat was indeed a little uncomfortable."
Let Changsheng boil some medicinal tea with Chuanbei and pipa, you don't mind. ” "Of course I don't mind."
Jin Zhi looked at his face, "Yuchen, although you look a lot better, your complexion is still a little worse, you have to pay attention." ” Song Yuchen didn't speak, and nodded his head with a smile.
"Yuchen, really, it's nothing."
Yin Yulin asked cautiously.
Song Yuchen looked up at them, but just chuckled, "It's okay." ” After sending Jin Zhi and Yin Yulin away, Song Yuchen closed the door, and the smile on his face suddenly faded.
"Yuchen, what's wrong" Aunt Wan appeared behind Song Yuchen.
"Yin Yulin must have found out."
Song Yuchen was very sure that Yin Yulin's reaction just now had already shown that he had noticed the strange atmosphere in this room, and at that time, he solemnly asked himself that sentence after hearing Jin Zhi's words "Why, how could it be."
Aunt Wan didn't believe it, "This Yin Yulin, is he really so capable, I hid well just now, how could I be discovered." ” Yes, Aunt Wan hid well, how could she be noticed by Yin Yulin.
Yin Yulin came to visit him with Jin Zhi today, and it was impossible to carry the magic weapon with him, "Could it be that he has really practiced to such a good situation, you can't stay here." ” It was too dangerous to let Aunt Wan stay.
Yin Yulin had already sensed that something was not quite right in his room, perhaps Song Yuchen looked sideways at Aunt Wan, but where could he send Aunt Wan.
"Yuchen, if you're embarrassed, let me go."
Aunt Wan felt sorry for Song Yuchen for her, if the person Yuchen said was really so powerful, wouldn't it be troublesome for Yuchen to continue to stay.
"Not necessarily."
Song Yuchen sat down uneasily.
"Yin Yulin, he shouldn't expose me so quickly."
Maybe Yin Yulin didn't know that he and the demonic aura in this house were actually together, Yin Yulin couldn't know Aunt Wan, he just sensed Aunt Wan's breath, so he asked himself if there was anything like this.
Yin Yulin was still unsure what was going on in the Song family "Yuchen, I will be a burden to you."
Aunt Wan said.
"Burden" Song Yuchen sneered, "You have always been a burden to me. ” Just this sentence choked Aunt Wan speechless.
Aunt Wan inexplicably agreed with Song Yuchen's words, if Song Yuchen didn't have a mother from a humble background like her, then she wouldn't have fallen into such a dilemma now.
"I know" "Shh Song Yuchen interrupted Aunt Wan and motioned for her not to speak yet, and he heard footsteps wandering outside the door.
I wondered if it was Yin Yulin who sent the golden branch away, turned back and quietly walked to the door, and the moment she opened the door, Aunt Wan immediately disappeared.
"Emerald" However, to Song Yuchen's great disappointment, the person wandering outside the door turned out to be Xiaocui, the servant who was waiting by Mrs.
Song's side.
"Father-in-law."
Xiaocui's face was panicked, and before she could figure out how to talk to Song Yuchen about it, Song Yuchen suddenly found out.
Song Yuchen looked at Xiao Cui and was very puzzled, he had nothing to do with Xiao Cui, but he had only met a few times when he met Mrs.
Song, so when Xiao Cui appeared outside his door, Song Yuchen still couldn't think of the reason why Xiao Cui found him for a while.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
Xiao Cui didn't open her mouth, nor did she open her mouth, and the dilemma was all written on her face.
"Childe" "Come in and talk about it."
Song Yuchen opened the door, invited Xiaocui into the house, and pushed open the window again.
The light shone into the room, and suddenly it brightened, "What's wrong?"
"Childe, something is not quite right with Madame these days."
Xiao Cui said hesitantly, she wasn't sure whether she should tell Song Yuchen these words, but she didn't know who to discuss with except Song Yuchen.
Since Song Lao Wu and his wife lived in a separate yard nine years ago, he rarely paid attention to the big and small things in the house, and handed them all over to Song Yuchen to take care of himself.
"It's not right, what's not right" Song Yuchen remembered that when he saw Mrs.
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Song yesterday, he vaguely just felt that Mrs.
Song's face was not very good and she looked tired, but she didn't feel that Mrs.
Song was sick, and when Xiao Cui said this, she thought that she had ignored Mrs.
Song's condition.
"Madame has a box that I like very much, and some time ago at night, I don't know what happened, and it broke when it fell to the ground."
Xiao Cui said, "Madame's mistake probably started at that time, she was very uneasy and always said something, but when the slaves and maids approached, Madame didn't say anything. ” "Box" Song Yuchen asked.
He has never entered Mrs.
Song's Buddhist hall, and Mrs.
Song's food and daily life in the past nine years have been in that Buddhist hall, as for the box that Xiaocui said, he has no impression.
At least, nine years ago, he didn't remember that Mrs.
Song had such an important box.
Song Yuchen's eyebrows showed some confusion, "What kind of box is it?"
"It's a square, rosewood box, and the carvings on it are very delicate and weighty.
Mrs. usually cares about it," Xiao Cui tried to recall, wanting to describe the appearance of the box to Song Yuchen.
"What is in that box" Song Yuchen really didn't have any impression, of course Mrs.
Song had such a box "I don't know."
Xiaocui said, "All along, Mrs. has been with her to take care of herself, never fake others, once Mrs. had a headache and fell ill, Ping'er just wiped it when she cleaned the room, Mrs. stopped her very nervously, and scolded her."
The slave has never seen the lady in such a hurry."
"There is such a thing," Qingwu said strangely :