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When Song Yanjun heard Song Zhenzhen's words, his heart softened slightly, and he patted her on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, sister, Miss He is gentle and kind, you will definitely get along well, let's not talk about it, I have to prepare a dowry for my brother. "

Song Zhenzhen pinched her fingers into the flesh, trying not to let her emotions leak out.

Gentle and kind?

Big brother is so sure of He Zhiyan's character, when did they meet?

"Brother is busy, let me help you."

Song Zhenzhen said with a cute smile.

"No need." Song Yanjun shook his head without hesitation: "It would appear that I am too insincere if I pretend to be someone else. Zhenzhen is also a woman, and I must hope that my future husband will value and cherish you."

The smile on Song Zhenzhen's face was almost unbearable, and Song Yanjun's words were more like a sharp arrow piercing her heart, causing dense pain.

She never looks forward to her future husband, the only person she wants to spend the rest of her life with is the person in front of her.

Song Zhenzhen hated all the women who wanted to dominate Song Yanjun, but the relationship between brother and sister was a gap she couldn't overcome no matter what.

Song Yanjun didn't know what Song Zhenzhen was thinking, so after saying this, he told her to go back quickly, then turned around and left.

Seeing the back slowly disappearing in front of her eyes, Song Zhenzhen couldn't hide the ferocious look on her face anymore.

Liu Xiang walked to Song Zhenzhen's side at this moment, glanced at the study room and whispered: "Miss, let's go back first."

As Song Zhenzhen's most trusted confidant maid, she has been serving her since childhood, so the deepest secret in her master's heart is naturally clear.

Hearing Liuxiang's voice, Song Zhenzhen came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and left.

He Xiong sent He Zhimiao to a nunnery overnight to let her become a nun, claiming that she died to prove her innocence.

And the little servant who ruined He Zhimiao's innocence was killed by him long ago. How could he accept his daughter marrying a young servant as a dignified censor, and the future Marquis of Wu'an? .

If it wasn't for the fact that He Zhimiao was his own flesh and blood, He Xiong would have wiped her neck to make her really die.

That night, under He Zhimiao's craziness, he was stunned by He Xiong, tied his hands and feet and threw him into the carriage, and sent him to a nunnery outside the capital. Well, this is the lady from the official family who has made a big mistake, as long as her life is saved and she will not be asked to leave the nunnery for half a step.

He Xiong thought that when Song Yanjun heard the news of He Zhimiao's death, he might calm down the anger in his heart. After all, his apology was sincere, but the next day when he went to the morning court, he was thrown into a daze by Emperor Chengde. up.

"He Aiqing, you wrote the note on the impeachment of the Eighth Prince?"

When He Xiong heard this, he was instantly shocked, and looked up at Emperor Chengde in a daze.

"Forming cliques for personal gain, being corrupt and perverting the law, assisting the evildoers, and robbing civilian women... Oh, it's hard for you to go to such lengths to list these crimes."

Emperor Cheng De's words floated into his ears, and it was like a few huge boulders fell on his head with a "bang bang", which made him choke his breath in fright, and almost fainted from fright.

thump--

He Xiong knelt in the center of the hall in horror, and kowtowed: "The emperor's lesson, I didn't follow this Taoist scripture."

Is he crazy? Knowing that the emperor dotes on the eighth prince, he is desperate to impeach him.

Emperor Cheng De narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot sharp eyes at He Xiong, his voice was as deep as rolling thunder: "This is your handwriting, your seal, and you told me that you didn't do it? Do you look like a fool? "

(End of this chapter)

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