Chapter 3 Confession Bureau
In the years since she joined Lingxiao, she slowly used the resources at her disposal to transform the space bit by bit. Before she crossed over, her space already had a living room, a weapons room, a medical equipment room, a supply room, and a utility room. Except for the living room she prepared for herself, which was only 100 square meters, the remaining four rooms almost divided the entire space equally. Each one was huge. And each room was full of things.
So the first thing she did when she came across was to check whether her own space had followed her.
Shan Li watched her conjure things up and down, and it was no wonder that he fell into her hands. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this magic?"
Just now he said she was a female ghost, but now he thinks she has magical powers. Humph, man.
"This is my unique secret technique. Don't ask around. I'll get angry." Song Qingci did some stretching exercises out of habit. She was exhausted from all the traveling, fighting, and coercion and inducement she had to endure tonight. She wanted to rest now. She was really tired.
She sat down next to the bed, yawned, pointed at the mess in the room, and said to Shan Li, "I'm going to sleep first. You can take care of this place." Then she rolled into the bed with the wedding quilt in her arms and went to sleep.
"Oh, by the way. Let me remind you that you only have one chance. Don't try to do anything bad to me. If I catch you, I won't show mercy." Song Qingci's voice came faintly through the quilt. The reason why she chose to confess to him, in addition to the reason she said before, was also because of the memory of the original owner in her mind.
In the original owner's memory, Shan Li was a young general praised by everyone in Dachen. He defeated the Yan cavalry, defended the northern border of Dachen, and protected the people of Dachen.
Those who defend their country deserve more trust.
Shan Li clutched his wrists, which were red from being tied up, and looked at the person rolling around on the bed with the quilt. He said nothing for a long while, then turned around and walked out without any hesitation.
Only after hearing the door close and the person walk away did Song Qingci feel completely relieved.
She took out two sensors from the space, threw one at the door and placed the other beside the bed. After arranging everything, she continued to hug the quilt and went to sleep peacefully.
As soon as Shan Li stepped out of the gate of Chixiao Courtyard, he saw Feng Yi and Feng Er standing at the door and bowing to him, "Master."
''Go to the study.''
''yes.''
Shan Li's study is not a room, but a whole yard, and it is larger than an ordinary yard. He can study and practice martial arts here. The study is located in the northwest corner of the General's Mansion, next to the Chixiao Courtyard. From the outside, it looks like it is integrated with the Chixiao Courtyard, but inside it is two independent courtyards. This was personally supervised by the old General, which shows how much the old general loves his grandson.
In the main study room, Shan Li took off her somewhat messy wedding dress while instructing Feng Yi and Feng Er, "Tomorrow morning, ask the butler to select a new set of furniture and send it to Chi Xiao Courtyard, and also send a new set of tea sets."
"Don't send the maid we arranged earlier for now."
After changing into a moon-white robe, the red wedding dress was thrown aside. He looked at the clothes thrown on the ground for a moment, thought for a moment, and then ordered, "Wash them tomorrow and send them back."
"Yes," Feng replied. "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
"Let the Frost Team and the Snow Team go to investigate the Song Shangshu Mansion. I want to know everything."
"I checked it before," Feng Er whispered.
Shan Li glanced at him, and Feng Er immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "Please punish me, Master!"
"Go and accept the punishment yourself."
"Yes." Feng Er dared not disobey. If he went to accept the punishment himself, the most he would get would be ten military sticks. If the master punished him personally, it would be hard to say.
"Everyone, go down." Shan Li was quite shocked tonight, and he needed to be alone to think things over.
Feng Yi and Feng Er bowed and left.
The study suddenly became quiet. Shan Li reached out and touched his neck. The wound was small and not deep, and the blood had stopped flowing. For someone like him who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, this little wound was not painful.
He thought about it and took out the medicine from the shelf on the side and applied it on the wound.
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Song Qingci's biological clock did not let her go even after traveling through time and space. She woke up at five in the morning, which was the end of the Yin hour and the beginning of the Mao hour.
He stared with his lifeless eyes, which turned several times before they regained clarity.
I traveled through time. I traveled through time. Now I am in Dachen Country. I am in Dachen Country. Song Qingci brainwashed himself twice in his heart.
Hearing the sound inside the room, the maids waiting at the door, led by a nanny, pushed the door open and entered.
"To~~" Nanny Zhang, who was originally planning to say "I pay my respects to the young general and his wife", stopped talking abruptly after saying just one word.
The smile also froze on his face.
Oh my god, this room~~ has it been robbed?! Looking around, only a stool and a bed were still intact.
Is the shattered piece of wood under the window a dressing table? Is the one with only the base left a screen? Is only half of the fine colored glass bead curtain left? Is the jade vase broken into pieces?
Not only Aunt Zhang, but also the maids carrying the washing utensils were shocked. They didn't know where to look for a moment.
Song Qingci looked at everyone with a smile without saying a word.
At this time, a slightly old male voice said at the door, "I am Shan Huairen, the steward of the General's Mansion, and I am here to pay my respects to the young lady. I am here on the orders of the young general to deliver new furniture and other things to Chixiao Courtyard."
At this time, Nanny Zhang finally found her expression and voice. She bowed to Song Qingci and said, "Young Madam, please move to the side room to wash up."
Song Qingci readily followed the advice and followed Nanny Zhang to the side room.
Butler Shan kept his head down and didn't even look at Song Qingci. The rules of a wealthy family are good. Song Qingci complained in his heart.
Seeing Song Qingci leave, several strong maids came into the house, and then began to clean up the broken furniture in the house without looking around. They cleaned up very quickly. As soon as the things on this side were cleared out, another group of people brought in new things. When Song Qingci finished washing and changing into new clothes and entered the wedding room, it was already brand new.
The new furniture made Song Qingci feel much more comfortable. Finally, the house was no longer filled with red.
Ordinary people may think that red is festive and auspicious, but Song Qingci has always felt that red represents killing and blood.