Song Cheng was not sure for the time being, and he didn't want to speak too bluntly, so he said tactfully: "Xiao Jing is meticulous. I'm worried that she will not be able to withstand Qing'er's begging, so he secretly helped her out for advice."

Song Anle recently discovered Song Xiaojing's delicate thoughts, but after the accident of being violated, she was always depressed and she gradually became less and less, so she should not have the intention to give advice to Qing'er. Besides, she also knew the origin of the Song and Bai families and the royal family's life and death.

In addition, because of the origin of this, Song Xiaojing did not plan to find Gao Yuankang again and again, so she should have dissuaded Qing'er rather than help her under this consciousness. So Song Anle seemed to be clear and cheerful and said: "Don't worry, I believe Xiaojing understands the importance of it."

Song Cheng did not lose any solemnity. In his eyes, Song Xiaojing was not only meticulous but also understood the truth. She was also a very scheming person. Although she was never good at using her deep wit, her occasional awareness of action could not escape a keen vision.

After thinking for a long time, Song Anle still felt that it might be necessary for Song Cheng to know about Song Xiaojing and Gao Yuankang. After all, he is the head of the family and he has the right to know the inside story.

So Song Anle said again: "There is one more thing, I want to discuss it with you."

Song Cheng looked at Song Anle with an unknown face. Since Song Anle did not shed the sorrow on his face at all, he was curious about what else could trouble Song Anle so worried besides the matter of love.

Song Cheng said lightly again: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Song Anle suddenly remembered again that Song Xiaojing refused to let Song Cheng know about her scandal, so she hesitated again and put herself in her shoes. It was not easy for Song Xiaojing to think about it. On the one hand, she had her reputation and on the other hand, she was the person she liked. It was difficult for her to take care of so many things.

"Forget it, it's nothing big. It's late tonight, I'll discuss it with you another day." Song Anle relieved the melancholy in his tone and expression, and after he finished speaking, he stood up and meant that he was about to leave.

Song Cheng also stood up. Although Song Anle changed rapidly and seemed very natural, he knew her and knew that she had something to hide, but he did not intend to ask her because he knew that Song Anle's self-sustainment should be told, he did not need to ask her when he should tell him. Similarly, if Song Anle didn't want to tell him, she would have various excuses to swear, so he would not go to talk more.

Song Cheng nodded slightly and said calmly: "Then I'll take you back."

"No, I can go back myself."

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Because it was his home, and Song Cheng never worried about his home, he was not worried about the safety of Song Anle in addition to the road conditions. He also wanted to free up a little space for himself due to his psychological accumulation.

On the way back, Song Anle's emotions were still low at the bottom of the valley. Her tired body and mind seemed even heavier in the cold wind. Under the dim light, only she leaned on the ground and accompanied herself.

Perhaps because she felt too lonely, Song Anle suddenly remembered the chrysanthemums with her, but she did not come back with her. She stopped and subconsciously looked around. Although her vision was limited, it was not difficult to distinguish between close distance and there was no trace of people.

She wandered around in the same place for a while, it was almost late at night. According to the temperament of cuckoo, she probably wouldn't be late at night. She felt wronged and suffered from the cold. She probably had been waiting for a long time. She returned to the yard. Who told Song Anle to grant their habit of freedom?

Song Anle turned around and walked towards her yard, and glanced unintentionally. In the dim night, a dark shadow seemed to flash by. She just paused, but it was quiet. She thought it was her own illusion, so she didn't think much about it.

When she started again, she was hit hard by a cold and cold feeling. Her body suddenly became cold, but it was still silent. Perhaps it was because of the consciousness that was born in the coldness, so Song Anle couldn't help but become alert.

Just when Song Anle was unaware of her vigilance, she suddenly thought of Song Cheng’s prompt just now. It is said that Song Xiaojing was inexplicably going out of the mansion today. Although she was stopped by Treasure, her little maid still stayed out of the mansion for a day.

She recalled the direction of the shadow just now, and then looked at it in a blink of an eye. She suddenly remembered that Qing'er's residence last time, and Qing'er disappeared for no reason. Although she later learned that Song Cheng deliberately let them go, it was a matter of being in case.

The more Song Anle thought about it, the more something was wrong, and she became more and more uneasy, so she didn't dare to go straight to Qing'er's residence at all. Her intuition kept urging her, as if warning her about her unknown existence.

Because she was familiar with the road conditions on the mansion, Song Anle chose a small path to go forward, so she cut half of the journey from the main road. Although it was not very far, she seemed to have used it for a long time.

It was not until she was near the gate of Qing'er's courtyard that she relaxed a little, but her vigilant mind still refused to let go of her consciousness. Song Anle pointed to check the lighting status in Qing'er's courtyard;

The yard was dim and silence made people feel a little strange, but the night light state that was completely in line with the symptoms was inexplicably chilling. She stayed here for a long time and could not find a sudden slight notice to be wary, but she was reluctant to leave.

I don’t know how long I stayed, but in the silence of the night, Song Anle finally stopped being so vigilant. She tried to relax herself, but she vaguely heard a strange sound. She looked at the sound with a quick look, but did not find any vitality.

There was still a dim area in front of her, and even further away was the dark night. She suddenly felt a chill that she had never experienced before. It might be because of the weather, but her sensitive hearing and the sound just now were definitely not an illusion she had.

Song Anle thought for a while, and finally, after glanced around, she disappeared from the spot in the fastest and most natural manner;

A single life disappeared in the courtyard, which seemed even more silent. The dim lights were dazed and unstable in the night. A tall and straight figure walked out from the dark night;
Chapter completed!