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The moment Song Qingyu was talking, 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 over. Song Qingyu's footsteps became unsteady, and she let out a cry of alarm when suddenly, a pair of large hands supported her. At the same time, her Kernels landed on that person's palm.

"Thank you."

Song Qingyu pushed him away, and seeing the Kernels in his hands, she smiled gratefully and raised her eyes.

After he finished speaking, Song Qingyu's limpid eyes smiled along with hers, as if they carried along bright 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 butler quickly explained to Zuo Linyu, "Seventh Prince, this is our mansion's young miss."

Hearing that, Song Qingyu's face was filled with shock, he immediately took half a step back, "This humble one did not know that Seventh Prince had arrived, and did not intend to barge in."

"No problem."

Zuo Linyu said, he did not know who the young lady in front of him was. Young miss Song Yiyan, he remembered that she did not look like that.

However, the Kernels in her hand was as soft as she smiled sweetly. 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.

He thought again, could this be the Song Qingyu who was betrothed to him?

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

"Thank you, Seventh Prince."

Song Qingyu wanted to cupped his hands in gratitude, but when he released his hands, the Kernels fell to the ground. Song Qingyu's beautiful eyes slightly knitted together.

Song Qingyu picked up the Kernels, then turned and bowed, "This humble one will take her leave."

The corner of Zuo Linyu's mouth raised slightly. The girl in front of him was actually angry, and angry to such an extent that she did not conceal it at all.

Originally, because she was raised in the countryside, Zuo Linyu only thought of her like a village girl. Now that he saw her, this Song Qingyu seemed to be interesting.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

When Song Qingyu was far away, Ah Nan asked in a trembling voice, "Miss, why were you angry just now? That was the Seventh Prince. Such a good opportunity. "Why did you leave in anger?"

Song Qingyu's voice suddenly sunk, "Ah 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? "

"Ah Nan, do you trust me?"

Ah Nan kept up with Song Qingyu's footsteps, "Ah Nan is stupid, but what Miss said must be true."

Song Qingyu smiled lightly. In this life, not only would she not like Zuo Linyu, she would also make him suffer greatly, and let him experience the feeling of being abandoned!

The moment Song Qingyu returned to his room, what happened just now had already spread throughout the entire Song Palace.

Song Zhentian was so angry that he wanted to beat this bad girl to death. She actually left without waiting for Seventh Prince's permission in front of so many people.

"Prince, A Yu doesn't understand etiquette, so don't take things to heart." Song Zhentian explained, while gesturing for the servant at the side, "Hurry up and get the girl to come over, then you will personally apologize."

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

Zuo Linyu raised his brows, why did he become so sick when he was still alive just a moment ago?

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

"My daughter doesn't understand ?"

Song Zhentian had not finished speaking when he was interrupted by him, "Since you're sick, this prince still needs to visit you."

"This ?"

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

Song Qingyu was picking red plums outside the courtyard. A red plum blossomed outside the Wangqing Yard, and she had Ah Nan bring over a bench to pick the most flourishing one.

Zuo Linyu stood on the long hallway and watched as Song Qingyu's back was facing him, but he couldn't reach that bunch of red plums. After watching her work hard for a long time, he had already 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 Old Master are here. "

Hearing that, 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.

Seeing Song Qingyu startled, and then immediately after, they seemed to calm down a lot, but their voices sounded a bit guilty, "Speak, I'm sick. so they don't have to come. "

Zuo Linyu raised his brows, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

It 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?"

How could they arrive so quickly? Song Qingyu trembled in fear, and was about to greet them. He had completely forgotten that he was still standing on the wooden bench. He slipped and grabbed a bunch of red plums.

Zuo Linyu frowned, and caught her. The petals of the Plum Blossom were grabbed by Song Qingyu and thrown into his arms. The fragrance was faint.

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

When Zuo Linyu saw her, he was so scared that his face turned pale.

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

Song Zhentian looked at Song Qingyu's reason for being forceful, 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 her so frightened, with a leap, Zuo Linyu retrieved the branch she wanted and placed it in her hands, "Miss Song, are you feeling better now?"

Song Qingyu looked at the flower, took it over, and then looked at the furious Song Zhentian.

Zuo Linyu's initially stern brows relaxed at this moment, "Originally, Master Song invited this prince to tour the garden. If Miss Song recovers, can we go together?"

Song Qingyu opened his mouth, "I ?"

Seeing that Song Qingyu wanted to reject, Song Zhentian immediately and fiercely glared at her.

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

Only now did Song Zhentian realize that Zuo Linyu was not angry at all, but instead had a bit of concern for him. Otherwise, he would not have saved him just now. He finally felt relieved.

Originally, he was going to accompany them. However after a while, Song Zhentian intentionally left the matter to the two.

When Father Song left, Song Qingyu exclaimed while holding his stomach, "Seventh Prince, my stomach hurts so much, I might not be able to travel the garden with the prince."

Zuo Linyu bent over to see her acting, "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 Qingyu was shocked, and immediately knelt down, although it looked like he was apologizing, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, "It's clear that the prince was teasing me in front."

"So you really are pretending to be sick?"

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

Zuo Linyu burst out in laughter, "Can this prince apologize to you?"

Song Qingyu was startled, then looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Zuo Linyu saw that her eyes were really beautiful, shining like the stars, "This prince has never apologized before, what do you think I should apologise for?"

"I'm sorry."

"Say what?" Zuo Linyu raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry."

Song Qingyu immediately came to his senses, and fiercely glared at Zuo Linyu, "Let's wait and see." He then got up and left.

The instant he tilted his head, in a corner that no one noticed, a trace of a mocking smile flashed across Song Qingyu's eyes.

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