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Chapter 113: The whereabouts of Mrs. Wen

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    "Couldn't the Fourth Prince see my feelings for you at all?"

    Song Ruochu's eyes were red: "I would rather die just now, and I want to keep my innocence for the fourth prince, and my marriage with Zhao Yuqing, I also fought with all my heart, so that one day I can stay by the fourth prince's side."

    "You don't have to be like this."

    Yong Ming'an looked down at her: "So what if I know? My mind will never change. Zhao Yuqing is actually a good person. Marrying him is not a bad treatment to you. If you regret it, I can help you connect."

    "I¡­¡­"

    Seeing that he completely misunderstood what he meant, Song Ruochu couldn't help sighing: "It's my wishful thinking. I'm not worthy of the Fourth Prince, nor Mr. Zhao."

    She turned sideways and saluted: "Don't bother the fourth prince to send me back."

    It was already night when Song Ruochu returned to the Chu Mansion, Wei Yitong heard the news from Jia Er that she had run out, and saw her come back in such a disheveled state, he was very scared, and he grabbed her and kept caring about her.

    Song Ruochu adjusted his mentality, shook his head and smiled at Wei Yitong: "I'm fine, I just met a few guests from Zhaoyun Pavilion on the road today, and they tried to touch me, but I have already solved it, even though I was injured a little bit.  "

    She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her bruised arms.

    Wei Yitong's heart ached, her face was full of guilt, and she hurriedly asked a doctor to check her pulse.

    In fact, she made those injuries herself, in order to arouse Wei Yitong's guilt.

    Seeing that Wei Yitong was playing tricks, she hurriedly said: "Madam, teach me to read and write, play the piano, play chess, call and paint."

    "Do you want to learn these?"

    Song Ruochu nodded: "I was humiliated by those guests today to know how bad I really am, especially compared with the famous eldest lady in the capital. Although I am not your biological daughter, I don't want to lose face of the Chu family."

    Wei Yitong sighed, his eyes full of distress: "Since you insist on learning, then I will invite Mr. to come to your house to teach you from tomorrow."

    Chu Yunluo didn't know what happened outside, and was reading the letter from Qu Fangge in his room.

    Tianqu Fangge has been acting as a messenger between her and Gu Moxiao these days, and all their plans are also constructed in these letters.

    "The whereabouts of Mrs. Wen have been found. It seems that it is time for us to start the process."

    She wrote a reply letter with a pen, and attached some medicines, and said to Qu Fangge: "When you go back, help me take this medicine back, and tell him to take it once a day after lunch.  The poison has a relieving effect."

    Taking too much medicine will lead to tolerance, and the effect will not be as good as before, so over the years, Chu Yunluo will replace him with new prescriptions every once in a while. The last time he changed the medicine was half a year ago. This time, the medicine she used was even worse.  If he was more aggressive, he was a little worried that Gu Moxiao's body would not be able to bear it.

    Qu Fangge was lying on her bed, without looking at her: "Let me sleep for a while, I have to fly around to deliver messages for you almost every night, and I am not so tired when I perform tasks in Jiangyun Pavilion.  "

    Chu Yunluo heard that he was quite resentful, so he took out a white porcelain bottle and threw it beside him: "This is a tonic I newly developed, taking one pill will keep you energetic, and you won't feel tired even if you don't sleep for three days and three nights.  "

    Instead of taking it, he snorted coldly: "You rely on your superb medical skills and don't take me seriously, so I won't take this medicine. I'm not that stupid. I didn't sleep for three days and nights to pass on those things to you.  A sour letter." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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