Chapter 897: Maid Nanshan

During Jiang Fulai's round trip, Song Ci had already learned from it the argument of the savage son, so he no longer had to worry or ask more questions.

Anyway, she is a little actor in the future, and she is definitely not as good as a politician who has been in the court for more than 20 years. As the saying goes, there is a tall man holding her back. An old lady who has been living for a few years is just about to enjoy her grandson and enjoy her old age.

"There is another thing, Mrs. Don't bother me." Jiang Fulai opened his words with a smile on his face.

Song Ci showed a questioning look, but saw him put two fingers on his palm and patted it twice. Then a girl walked in from outside, combed two buns, and dressed like the few big maids around her.

But this girl was not as good as those big maids. She had a white skin, but her skin was a little dark. Of course, in Song Ci's opinion, it was not black, but a healthy wheat color. Her eyes were black and round, like grapes, with a squinted corner of her lips, and there was a clear dimples.

When she came in, she leaned over and bowed to Song Ci. Unlike the etiquette in the mansion that had been specially trained in rules, she was a little carefree and proud.

"I have met the grandmother of the Lady in Nanshan."

Song Ci blinked and looked at Jiang Fulai. What do you mean?

Jiang Fulai gave a wink at Madam Gong. The latter walked to the door and left the many maids who were working in front of the door, and he himself guarded the door himself.

"The Prime Minister said that even if you agree with your wishes, you can't be careless. You have to add some people to serve you. Nanshan is a person who was transferred by Qian Yong. He is good at martial arts and poisoning. He has practiced his skills since childhood. If there is anything wrong with food, you will know that from now on, I will be with you to serve you in close proximity and have a meal and tea with you..."

A smart person can understand the meaning of the other person's words just by just a few words. Nanshan is the personal bodyguard assigned to her Song Ci, and he can also test poison, just like the eunuch in the palace who tests poison for the Queen Mother.

When Song Ci understood, she inexplicably got goose bumps all over her body, densely packed.

Isn’t it because I feel that it’s too cruel to ask a little girl to test her for poison, but I feel that I’m in danger at any time?

"Well, could the boss just clicked it out. You Ranyuan's two are spies, undoubtedly, want to harm me?" Song Ci's mouth was a little dry.

Jiang Fu saw her eyes showing a shock and said quickly: "No, it's not. Although the two of them have sorted out twice, they haven't found out that something is wrong. The prime minister ordered people to go and sort out again. He called such a person just in case." He paused and lowered his voice: "The prime minister revealed that the wife of the Fan family is probably not going to last for the winter year this year."

Song Ci's heart tightened. The old lady who could fight with her three years ago and entered Kunning Palace together, had already died in just a few years?

"If the wife of the Fan family passed away, the direction of the court would definitely change. Even if there was no Youranyuan, she was afraid that other people would rush to fish in the water and disrupt the water in the Song Mansion, so she made such arrangements." Jiang Fulai explained.

Song Ci pulled the corner of her mouth, knowing that this was for the overall situation, but she was panicked in her heart. While she was panicking, she also felt the importance of this identity, just like the politicians in later generations who were protected by top-level protection. Perhaps this is the reason?

Suddenly I felt a little unhappy. Who would have thought that I might be assassinated at any time?

Song Ci said: "I understand."
Chapter completed!