"Girl, please sit down!" He beckoned, and a pretty girl stepped forward quickly.
The girl looked at the same age as Bai Zhi, with beautiful eyes, and she walked very lightly. It could be said that she fell silent, and her posture of holding a teapot and pouring tea was different from that of ordinary people.
It's not an ordinary girl to think about.
Bai Zhi sat motionless, raised her eyes and scanned Song Lang, just in time to meet his scorching gaze on her face all the time.
"I guess Princess Qianfang and Prince Qianhua should both be with you." Bai Zhi ignored his gaze and raised his eyebrows coldly.
Song Lang sat down in the pear wood chair beside her, took the tea from the little girl, and grinned.
The little girl just handed him tea, and seeing his warm and bright smile, her hand shook.
The hot tea in the tea cup was freshly brewed, and her hand shook, and the light yellow hot tea was spilled crookedly.
It happened to fall in Song Lang's palm.
The bright smile froze immediately.
Knowing that she was in trouble, the little girl hurriedly knelt down, kowtow again and again: "Master, please be forgiving!"
Song Lang put down the tea cup, threw the water away from the palm of his hand, and sighed, "How do you serve the white girl if you are so frizzy?"
The little girl turned her head again, and squatted towards Bai Zhi anxiously: "White girl, the slaves are not like this on weekdays, please ask the white girl to spare the slaves."
Bai Zhi felt amused, "You girl is so strange, you are his slave and not mine, and your hot tea is hot, so why should you beg me for mercy? Does this matter have something to do with me?"
Song Lang smiled and said, "Why don't you have anything to do? She is the girl I specially found for you, and she will be by your side to serve you in the future. You are her master. If you say forgive me, please forgive me."
Bai Zhi leaned her straight back into the chair, and hummed softly: "Song son, you can forgive her if you want to forgive, and not forgive if you don't want to forgive, why push to me?" A girl who was asked to monitor her , She wished to be driven away by him.
Song Lang seemed to see through her thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, since you have a kind heart, then you have all your thoughts." After that, he turned to look at the girl: "I haven't thanked the white girl yet."
The girl squatted her head towards Bai Zhi, the banging bang on the other end sounded weirdly scary.
"The maidservant thanked the girl."
The girl stood up after speaking, and stepped back respectfully.
There were only two of them in the study, and Bai Zhi asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, Princess Qianfang and Prince Qianhua, are they here with you?"
Song Lang raised his handsome eyebrows, a pair of black pupils stared at Bai Zhi's side face, with a playful smile: "Why do you think so? You should know if you want to come, I have blood and blood feuds with them, and killed them, both If I can avenge my loved ones and provoke war between the two countries, why should I let them live?"
Bai Zhi shook his head, "You are not as cruel as you said, Song Lang—" She turned her head to look at him, and there was a deep haze faintly floating in the seemingly clear black pupils.
"Song Lang, you never thought about killing Qianfang and Qianhua, did you?"
The smile on Song Lang's face gradually condensed, and annoyance appeared in his eyes, as if he was wearing a very suitable mask and was torn apart by someone a little bit, revealing his true face under the mask.
But such a true face was not what he wanted the world to see.
Seeing that he stopped talking, she continued: "People can do good or evil, but some people will never learn to do evil, Song Lang, you are such a person."