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Although Song Zhentian was angry at Song Qingyu, it was not a good thing for Song Qingyu to fall into the hands of the Ninth Prince. He still hoped that Song Qingyu would marry into the Seventh Prince Palace, and if anything happened to Song Qingyu, it would be a small matter to offend the Ninth Prince as well as the marriage that lost the imperial edict.

"Ninth Prince, this disobedient girl is from the countryside. She doesn't understand the rules and doesn't intend to charge into Ninth Prince."

Ninth Prince raised his eyes slightly, a glint hidden in his lazy gaze.

"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 slightly trembled as he felt an invisible pressure. He immediately instructed the mama beside him, "Hurry up and let the big miss in to receive her punishment."

Just as he finished speaking, First Madam was filled with excitement.

This time, even the Old Mistress would not be able to save Song Qingyu.

In this room, two senior servants lifted the curtain. Song Qingyu held a teacup, dressed in a snow-white long dress, and dragging an exquisite porcelain teapot in her hand. Beside the teapot, there were a few teacups with dead angles placed on them.

She slowly approached and gave a slight bow.

"This humble girl pays her respects to Ninth Prince, Father and Mother."

Song Zhentian saw that Song Qingyu looked even better after dressing up a little, but it was such a pity that he had to go against Ninth Prince.

Ninth Prince raised his eyes slightly and sized him up, "You're the one that broke this prince's tea?"

His voice was slightly raised, extremely pleasing to the ears, and carried a kind of deterring force. Song Qingyu couldn't help but slightly raise his gaze. It was rumored that the Ninth Prince looked extraordinary.

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.

This kind of person, with just that light sentence, had given Song Qingyu a kind of invisible shock and fear. Song Qingyu even felt that there was no doubt that he would become the crown prince!

Song Qingyu retracted his gaze, slightly nodded, and handed over the tea tray. This servant's movements were slow as he served tea. I feel a little cold. If this Dong Ri lets Ninth Prince drink cold tea, wouldn't it be our Song Residence being slow? 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 humble girl personally made tea and brought it to Ninth Prince, hoping he would calm his anger.

Ninth Prince's gaze fell on Song Qingyu's body, with the intention of asking more questions.

"In that case, present it."

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

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

The young maid stayed where she was, and Song Qingyu was also startled. Song Zhentian immediately winked at her. Song Qingyu didn't really understand, but it was as if he had a premonition that this Ninth Prince was coming for her.

But this seemed to be the first time she had seen this Ninth Prince.

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

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

When Ah Nan saw that she was about to help, she suddenly felt a gaze and retracted her hand in shock. She looked up, and it seemed as if Ninth Prince wasn't even looking at her.

Song Qingyu could only drink a cup of tea awkwardly, as he did not break the rules. This Ninth Prince was hard to please, when she was sure it was warm enough, 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.

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

He fell to the ground.

First Madam could tell that this Ninth Prince was clearly making things difficult for Song Qingyu. Since this was the case, she frowned, "Ah Yu, since you're dirty, pour Ninth Prince a cup."

Ah Nan said with a worried face, the matter of pouring tea and passing it over to her, no matter what, was not the young miss's doing. Why did the Ninth Prince obviously make things difficult for the young miss.

Song Qingyu was a little unwilling.

Just as he was about to continue, Ninth Prince spoke softly, as if it was a pity: "This is the West Lake Longjing, the rain this year is not good, and the harvest is not as good as in the past year. Miss Song cannot waste this opportunity."

Song Qingyu's face slightly twitched.

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, even if it's good tea, you just have to listen to Ninth Prince's orders. This year's harvest was indeed not good. This is the empress dowager's reward. "

The moment he finished speaking, Song Qingyu picked up the cup, looked at Zuo Linyi, and enunciated his words clearly, "This humble woman admires Ninth Prince for being so diligent and thrifty."

He finished it in one gulp.

The corner of Zuo Linyi's eyes revealed a faint smile, it was as if a painting made out of ink had been poured, it was extremely beautiful, "Miss Song, pour another cup for this prince."

Song Qingyu simply wanted to kill the man in front of him. Suddenly, he lowered his head and saw mud at the feet of the guard behind Zuo Linyi. 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 the things that she had noticed. He could only curse in his heart when his subordinates failed to accomplish anything!

Song Qingyu handed it over again.

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

"Not this time."

"This prince said there is." Ninth Prince looked at her and laughed softly, "Miss Song, drink this."

Song Qingyu's gaze changed slightly.

By the fourth cup, Song Qingyu's stomach was already churning uncomfortably. After drinking so much tea, she had long since run out of steam.

Fortunately, she had used the Kernels to tie up her sleeves. It was nothing to be embarrassed, 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, Ninth Prince saw that her sleeves were tied up. Her eyebrows curved.

"Seeing how happy Miss Song is drinking, I will reward you with this cup of tea."

Seeing this, the First Madam was truly vexed. With his right hand holding the hairpin, he was quite satisfied.

Song Qingyu's bright eyes could not contain his anger. Ah Nan felt that he could only dryly pull her clothes. Song Qingyu faintly clenched his fists, as his face regained the calm and tranquil look that he had always had.

Zuo Linyi, I will remember this debt!

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