The bad ending of the book rushes to catch up with the plot, and the crazy criticism of awakening ta

These two words were not difficult to distinguish. He Congshuang smiled when he saw them, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

As long as Gongsun Rou has a plan for something, nothing will go wrong.

The banquet continued.

Song Qinghong suddenly felt a little dizzy, her body swaying, realizing that she might have been tricked again, she reached out and grabbed Shen Jiayu, saying weakly, "There's a problem, I'm dizzy."

After saying this, my whole body felt numb and I felt like I was going to faint at any moment, but I was still able to hold on.

Seeing her like this, Shen Jiayu came up with an idea. She turned to He Congshuang and said, "Miss He, I'm really sorry. My young lady can't hold her liquor well. She just drank a small sip and is now dizzy. I will take my young lady away first."

Her voice was very loud, and Song Qinghong could hear her words clearly even when she was in a daze. She immediately understood what Shen Jiayu meant. After she finished speaking, she fell on Shen Jiayu's shoulder.

How could He Congshuang let them go so easily? This was the result she wanted.

"Oh, sister, how can you not drink so much? It's my fault. My birthday party has just started, and there will be a flower viewing party in the afternoon. It would be a pity if sister Qinghong missed it."

"I have something important to tell Sister Qinghong. I have to tell her today. There are empty rooms in the courtyard. You can rest in the courtyard. Xiaolian, take Miss Song down to rest. Tell the kitchen to make a bowl of sobering soup. When Miss Song wakes up, you can give it to her."

He Congshuang never thought of giving the other party a chance to leave. She arranged everything directly. Even a maid like her would not dare to say no.

However, this maid looks familiar...

Everyone present could see that He Congshuang wanted to keep Song Qinghong, and some people helped He Congshuang to keep her.

"Miss He is so thoughtful. You should take Miss Song downstairs to rest. If we take the carriage back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, it will probably make Miss Song feel even more uncomfortable."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get off!"

Shen Jiayu was unable to cope with so many mouths alone. She remembered the pills she had prepared before coming here, and let Xiaolian and her companions help Song Qinghong to the side room.

Xiaolian led them through many twists and turns to the wing room.

With a creak, the door of the compartment was pushed open, and a strange smell wafted in the air. Shen Jiayu couldn't remember what it was for a while.

She looked up and saw that there were few things in the room, and it was clean and tidy, which made her feel relieved.

The smell in the air was so bad that even Song Qinghong, who was already unconscious, found it unpleasant and coughed a few times.

Shen Jiayu sniffed.

The room has a musty smell as if no one has lived in it for a long time. There must be something wrong with this room.

"May I know what this sister's name is?" Xiaolian asked as she helped Shen Jiayu put the dizzy Song Qinghong on the bed.

"Jia Yu." Shen Jia Yu responded.

Xiaolian bowed slightly, raised her hand and pointed in a direction, saying, "Miss Song must be feeling uncomfortable after getting drunk. I want to get some water to wash Miss Song, but there are not enough people in the mansion right now. I can't do it by myself, so I would like to trouble Sister Jiayu to lend a hand."

Shen Jiayu frowned. Anyone who left Song Qinghong at this time would be a fool. Xiaolian was trying to lead her away.

"It's okay. If you can't carry too much water, just carry it in two batches. My lady can't be without someone around. I'm sorry I can't help you. Thank you for your help."

She bowed and smiled at the other person and refused.

Xiaolian's face froze. She had never thought that Shen Jiayu would refuse so straightforwardly. Shen Jiayu's concern for his young lady did not seem to be fake.

This plan failed, and Xiaolian wanted to try another one. As soon as she opened her mouth and before she could say anything, Shen Jiayu came forward, took her hand and walked out.

"My lady needs to rest. Thank you for bringing her some water. Go and come back soon."

As he said that, he pushed Xiaolian out of the door and immediately closed it.

Xiaolian was turned away and felt very disappointed. Seeing that she couldn't persuade Shen Jiayu, she stomped her feet in anger and turned around to leave helplessly.

Then he walked over to Song Qinghong, whose face was flushed red, helped her up, handed the antidote for all poisons he brought from Qiongling Pavilion to her lips, and forced her to eat it. To be on the safe side, she also took one herself.

Wenrou carefully placed her head on the pillow, walked to the table, and pulled the corner of the table to move it slightly.

Sure enough, because no one has lived here for a long time, the tables and chairs in this place have rarely been moved. The floor at the legs of the tables is obviously newer than the surrounding floor. Even if it has been cleaned countless times, the surrounding floor is still not comparable to the floor under the corners of the table, and traces will still be left.

Shen Jiayu, who was squatting on the ground observing, was about to stand up when he heard some movement behind him. The person's footsteps were so light that one could not hear them at all if one did not listen carefully.

"boom--"

The door that was originally open was closed in an instant, and the man outside moved quickly and locked the door in a breath.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't reveal his identity, Shen Jiayu would have broken through the window and run away with Song Qinghong.

"Who is it? There's someone here! Why are you closing the door? Someone, open the door!" Shen Jiayu walked to the door and knocked mechanically, shouting for help at the top of his lungs.

This is the necessary process after something like this happens in the plot, and she is very familiar with it.

Naturally, no one would appear outside to talk to her, and no one would open the door for her.

Shen Jiayu continued shouting, and only sat on the ground when she was tired. She saw that Song Qinghong on the bed had woken up, but she looked at Shen Jiayu weakly and panicked. She wanted to ask something, but her mouth was so dry that she couldn't utter a word.

Shen Jiayu, who was slumped on the ground, shook his head at her, raised his hand and pressed his index finger on his red lips, signaling her not to speak.

Song Qinghong responded by blinking twice.

Shen Jiayu listened carefully to the sounds outside the house. Four people came outside, three women and one man.

"Is there anyone outside? There is someone in this room. Open the door quickly... cough cough cough... open the door..." Shen Jiayu pinched his throat and deliberately pretended that his voice was hoarse from shouting for a long time.

The sound is intermittent.

"You can do it now. Her voice is hoarse and she can't shout anymore. Go quickly."

Soon, the people outside were confused. Someone opened a hole in the window, and a thin bamboo tube was stretched out, and a puff of smoke floated in.

Shen Jiayu chuckled.

It turned out that this was their plan. They wanted to insult Song Qinghong in the most despicable way and ruin her reputation. This was simply going to kill Song Qinghong.

Everyone in the room knew that this smoke was not a good thing, so they held their breath and inhaled as little as possible.