But later, Brother Hu Zi disappeared completely in the memory of the host, replaced by countless betrayal men.

Yan Ge didn't know how the people in front of her looked at her camouflage, and she took a step back again and settle down and said, "General, my name is Song Zijun."

After waiting for General Wu Wei to speak, she lowered her voice and said, "The girl in General's mouth must be Chu Ji in Prince's Mansion. The general is so affectionate that she still remembers her, but she had suffered from illness in previous years. His death was a pity. "

"Shaojun." Qi Jiadalang's voice also lowered. He almost pleaded generally and hurriedly said, "Shaojun, I know it is you. Do you have any troubles like this, what do you want to do, Whatever you want, I can help you, if you want to leave the Prince's control, I can also help you, Shaojun, you ... "

He took a step forward, trying to capture the words, but the words took two steps back to distance him again.

"General Wu Wei, you admit the wrong person." Yan Ge met his eyes, only compassion and sympathy on his face: "General Wu Wei's infatuation admired Zijun, but the beauty is dead, the general is nothing else, even for my sake People in Song should also take care of their bodies. "

Qijia Dalang's lips closed tightly, the next moment, he suddenly rushed to the words.

Yange's fan was closed, the fan's pointed dagger came out of the sheath, and her fan hit the Qijia Dalang to shake her hand.

I thought this guy would dodge, but I didn't expect that the dagger cut through his wrist, and he didn't avoid it either, pinching Yange's wrist or turning it over.

Blood dripped from the wrist like silk thread, but he didn't care, just looking at the words and continued to say, "Shaojun, I don't recognize the mole on your wrist. If you still want to justify, I will tear my clothes and look at you Carry your birthmark. "

Yan Song looked up and stared at him.

Qijia Dalang bowed his head slightly, the coldness in his eyes gradually softened in the eyes of Yan Song, his throat rolled, and he whispered, "Shaojun, don't deny me."

Yange sneered, and his eyes rolled angrily: "Chu Ji in the Prince's Mansion is dead, and the person that the general is longing for has already become a pile of bones. If the general insists on treating me as the person in the general's heart, it would be better to kill me now. "

This affectionate look in Yan Ge's eyes, not half touched, only feel cold, if really love, why the host never appeared in that life.

"General, I am a talent that Prince Edward fancy and wants to cultivate. I am like a fish in Prince Edward House. I can get what I want and I need. Even if I ca n’t get it, there is a Prince to help me. I am jealous that I am a prince, so do you want to separate me from the prince? "

"General, although I'm not talented, I still have the backbone." She turned her fan, and pointed her dagger at her own neck. "If the general is determined to compare me with Chu Ji, if he really wants to take off my official uniform I'd rather step over my body first. "

Qi Jia Dalang finally lost in Yan Ge's decisive but scornful eyes.

He slowly let go of Yan Ge's hand, his voice was bitter: "I have no other meaning, Qi owes you a lot, I just want to help you."

The words were unmoved: "The Qi family owes Chu Ji, and I am Song Zijun, and I have nothing to do with Chu Ji."

Qi Jia Dalang did not speak.

Yan Song escaped his restraint and turned to go, but the sky was dark and she was unfamiliar with the road. She was tripped and slipped to the side by a pebble.

Qijia Dalang busy reached out and embraced the words in a timely manner.

"What is this general?" The prince's leisurely voice sounded at this moment: "I thought the general was busy, and I never thought it was to enjoy the scenery with the beauty, but this palace interrupted you."