This woman will be her best weapon if she uses it well.

Of course, Yang Xuqiuye would not let Song Jingyun help in vain.

The combined value of Shi Lin and Wang Yingying is enough to make her give up 10% of the profits of Dongli Restaurant.

But what she didn't know was that even if she was allowed to give anything to Song Jingyun, he was very happy.

Yang Xuqiu thought of the first thing he had when something happened was him. Isn’t this just treating him as his own person?

"Follow this and find it as soon as possible."

Song Jingyun handed the address and portrait he copied to the shadow guard next to him, and he was reluctant to give it to others by Yang Xuqiu's writing.

Wang Chengdao: "Young master comes back soon, so why not take a good rest first."

During this period, Song Jingyun went to the border.

Cao Yi has a very tough temper, and it took him a lot of effort to conquer Cao Yi.

"Is Cao Yi okay in the secret guard camp?" Wang Cheng knew the ability and arrogance of the general, and only a person like Song Jingyun who is more powerful than him could truly convince him.

Song Jingyun said: "Everything is fine."

He has competed with military generals in many games, and Cao Yi is no less than him, whether it is a sand table battle or a two-person competition.

He still wants to thank Yang Xuqiu for sending him a capable general.

"By the way, I heard that the Yang family has not been very calm recently."

Although Song Jingyun has not been in Kyoto these days, his level of informedness cannot be underestimated.

Wang Cheng's expression was not good: "Yes, I heard that Miss Yang's mother was very ill this time. Miss Yang served in front of the bed every day.

Even though she wanted to hire people, Yang Xuqiu naturally wrote down her life experience in the letter.

Yang Xuqiu was so anxious to find Wang Yingying this time, it seemed that she was very angry.

Song Jingyun frowned slightly, "Recently, all relations have been paying attention to it. Any information related to the second wife of the Yang family will be reported to me directly."

"yes."

"Also, let them find this woman as soon as possible." So that he can meet Yang Xuqiu as soon as possible.

"Yes, I heard that Miss Yang has asked someone to inquire about the trip to the third prince in the past two days. I don't know why." Wang Cheng was always paying attention to the news about Yang Xuqiu, and naturally it was not just because of Song Jingyun's instructions.

"She has her own reasons for doing this. If you have any news here, just tell her."

"yes."

Three days later, Yang Xuqiu had finished it early in the morning.

Bai Ji just got the news from Wang Cheng that Song Jingfeng is going to Bai Tuo Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings today.

This was originally done by the prince, and it was not Song Jingfeng's turn, but the prince's wedding date was about to come to an end and he had no time to get married, so this matter naturally fell on Song Jingfeng.

Whether Gao Xinrong can escape the curse of his previous life depends on whether today's affairs can be accomplished.

Gao Xinrong was still not very at ease, "Can this really work?"

Yang Xuqiu sorted out her scarf, "We have to try it even if there is only one in a thousandth chance. I hope you can become my sister-in-law."

Under the scarf, Gao Xinrong blushed. She had already learned about Yang Xiuheng's feelings for her in the letter.

If a man has feelings for a woman, she will have the intention. This marriage must be done no matter how hard it is.

In the largest temple in Baituo Temple, Song Jingfeng had just finished a ritual.

"If I had known that this blessing ritual was so troublesome, I might as well leave it to Xiaoliu for doing it."

The prince originally intended to let Song Jingyu do it, but the queen means orderly and orderly, and Song Jingfeng is the right candidate. It seems that the queen and Song Jingyu and his son are not as close as before.

Song Jingfeng walked out of the palace, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Fugui beside him: "I heard that Xiaoliu said that a few young girls had just arrived in Qianchunlou. You go back to the palace to report first, I'll go and take a look and you'll go back immediately."

Fugui looked embarrassed. He was sent by Song Jingfeng's mother, Concubine Qing, to stare at Song Jingfeng and return to the palace immediately after finishing his business. "Prince, let's go back. You are about to get married. Always lingering in the fireworks and willow alleys is probably not good for your reputation."

Fugui said his head a little shivered. Sure enough, Song Jingfeng slapped his head with a palm, "When is it your turn to take care of your affairs?"

Besides, Gao Xinrong is not the woman he wants to marry.

If Song Jingfeng is stopped, he is afraid that he will be beaten. If he doesn't listen to Concubine Qing, he is afraid that his life will be explained.

Before Fugui could stop him again, two middle-aged women came towards him.

"Did you see it just now? That Miss Gao is really scary."

"Yes, how can you get married with such a face?"

"It seems that the doctor cannot cure it, so he came here to pray to God and worship Buddha."

"Oh, it's so pitiful."

Song Jingfeng was naturally not bad at martial arts, and he could hear the conversation between the two clearly.

Suddenly he stretched his arms and blocked the two of them: "The Miss Gao family you mentioned is Gao Xinrong, the daughter of Gao Xiang."

The two of them were a little surprised when they were stopped by a strange man, but they still calmed down and said, "That's it."

"What's wrong with her face?" Although he didn't like Gao Xinrong, if Emperor Qingfei pressed him, he would be obedient. After all, Gao Xinrong's appearance is not bad, and he won't suffer any loss if he marrys it.

One of the women hesitated for a while and saw that there was no one around, he said, "Miss Gao is just disfigured. The gauze she brought with her was blown up by the wind just now, I just reached a point. You didn't see her face. Tsk tsk, I'm going to have nightmares when I see her."

"Where is she now?"

The woman pointed and said, "It's right in front of the Bodhisattva Hall."

Song Jingfeng frowned. No wonder the emperor has always urged him to nod in his marriage recently. Could it be that Gao Xinrong ruined his face and wanted to rely on him, so that her father urged the emperor?

If he married such a woman, wouldn’t his friends laugh out loud?

This doesn't work!

He took a big step towards the Bodhisattva Hall. Fugui followed him closely.

Song Jingfeng has a bad temper, so don’t cause any major events that cannot be turned back.

In the Bodhisattva Hall, Gao Xinrong bowed piously and must bless her with all her wishes.

She shouted: "Please bless the Bodhisattva so that my face can be better."

Just finished speaking.

"Gao Xinrong." Song Jingfeng rushed to Gao Xinrong, and Yang Xuqiu, who was originally standing aside, came forward immediately.

Seeing Song Jingfeng's impatient appearance, I guess the words of the two women she arranged just now worked.

"What is the Third Prince doing?" Yang Xuqiu smiled, and the coldness in his eyes could not be ignored at all.

Song Jingfeng ignored Yang Xuqiu's words and stretched out his arms and wanted to take off Gao Xinrong's veil.

Gao Xinrong had been on guard and protected his veil tightly, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that both of them were so nervous, Song Jingfeng believed the woman's words just now.

"My father intends to marry you. You are my wife who has not passed away. Can't I just take a look at your face?"

Such people are too extreme and need to be careful.
Chapter completed!