Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

As usual, Song Le was dragged into the bushes by Lu Xingfu, it was ridiculous to be sneaky like this.

Facing Shang Lu Xingfu's slightly raised sword eyebrows, Song Le couldn't help but smile, his eyes crooked.

The palace people waited at the corner, but they didn't find it.

Song Le carefully handed him the purse he sewed a few days ago, which contained a few ingots of silver.

"what is this?"

Lu Xingfu didn't take it, glanced at the simple purse, it was beautiful, but there were no patterns.

Song Le said in a soft voice after deliberation: "I think you need more or less... to live a better life when you are in the palace."

When Lu Xingfu heard the words, he fell into silence, and there was a gloomy look between his brows.

She didn't show any sympathy, but just like this, she still touched his scales.

"No need." Lu Xingfu said indifferently.

Such a circuitous and twists and turns, is it fatal to say one more sentence?

Song Le raised her eyes in surprise, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

Lu Xingfu felt a burst of impatience: "You should go."

"unnecessary."

Her voice was a bit cold, but when she was talking about Lu Zhizhi, she was extremely doting and gentle, and she often joked.

"...Well, I'll give it to you when I sew it up, don't take it away."

He also made fun of the fact that Lu Zhizhi had broken off her beloved Xifu Begonia a long time ago just to make her happy.

"...?" What did Lu Xingfu say to her?

"I don't need it." Lu Xingfu only said this, and prepared to leave with a gloomy expression.

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Accompanied by one person, followed by several palace people, Song Le tilted his head to listen to the empress.

The three sat down in the gazebo, and a palace official brought a plate of fresh and tender lychees.

Back in the study, such a good mood lasted until the afternoon.

"I said bring it." Lu Xingfu's face was cold, and he didn't bother to explain.

Song Le was confused by this unexpected turn: "Huh?"

Song Le was taken aback: "Why?"

Song Le was very embarrassed by the words.

Lu Xingfu stared at her blushing cheeks for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Thank you."

"it is good."

Song Le's hand that was handing out the purse was still there, unable to advance or retreat, so he had to withdraw his hand, and called him to apologize in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Ah Xing... I won't be like this in the future, don't be angry."

He turned back again and reached out to her: "Bring it."

Song Le had no choice but to give him the purse in a daze.

Song Le: "..."

After pouring, Lu Xingfu grabbed the empty light green purse and said coolly, "This, I'll take it."

Seeing that he poured all the silver taels into her palm, Song Le couldn't hold it with one hand, so he put both hands together to catch it.

But when she saw this, she became bolder again, and said seriously and shyly, "Ah Xing, I can sew other things for you, which look better."

If it weren't for the slight redness of the white earlobe, Song Le would really be intimidated by his cold appearance again.

"I'm a little tired, sit down."

Hearing her hastily showing weakness, Lu Xingfu pressed his thin lips with his back to her, and stopped in his tracks.

But thinking so, Song Le still blushed unconsciously: "Well, ah, good, it was originally for you."

It was rare that Lu Zhizhi's queen mother came over and invited her and Lu Zhizhi to accompany her to stroll around the imperial garden.

But when he thought that this was also Lu Xingfu's mother, he held back his sense of humor, and didn't know what it was like in his heart.

The woman took one in her slender hand, stretched her eyebrows and said after tasting it: "Not bad."

Then he picked the most red and tender one for Lu Zhizhi, Meimu said softly, "Try this quickly."

Lu Zhizhi was a little embarrassed when Song Le looked at him. After taking it and eating it, he met the woman's expectant eyes with a smile and said, "It's so sweet."

This is nature, the rice branches in lychees are extremely sweet, glutinous and tender.

Song Le maintained a smiling face, eating absent-mindedly, but suddenly felt Lu Xingfu's strong presence——