The 99th Bowl of Soup Dream (9)

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on Qing Huan. Whether they knew her or didn't, they all looked at each other. They looked at Fei Di and then looked at her. They couldn't figure out that these two eight-poles are irrelevant. How people get involved. Fei Di called the white-clothed boy my son, that is to say... the think tank next to King Xijiang was actually Fei Di's person?

"Protect the prince!"

I don't know who yelled first, and the sound of the "chucking" weapon was sharp and loud, all pointing at Qinghuan, staring at her nervously, for fear that she would do a violent attack on the King of Xijiang.

Qing Huan raised his hands, and the swords were all raised and aimed at her, but she did not expect that she just put down the sleeves that she didn't know when she rolled up, her expression calm. On the contrary, the king of Xijiang had a cold voice: "Take away the weapon to this king."

"But the prince——"

"If he wants to kill me, will he wait till today?" Song Jin was not a fool, and would not be fooled by Fei Di's words. "The person kneeling on the ground can do anything to murder the first emperor's false ruling. If he just called this king, would you also take up weapons and aim at this king?"

Not to mention whether he doubts Qing Huan at all whether he is bad in his heart, just the maintenance that he didn't even think about is already fascinating. Zhou Lao breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that the prince would kill the young man if he was irritated. If Xijiang can have today, and they can have today, it is the young man who brought it. No matter what is wrong with his identity, don’t ask. Killing people for reasons is too ruthless.

But after thinking about it, Zhou Lao felt that he was unreasonably worried. Such a cruel prince was something that happened just after the palace changed four years ago. Although his temperament is cold now, he is not killing a merciless person. On weekdays, these two people are like brothers, how can they turn each other into enemies just because of Fei Di's words.

Next, Song Jin was no longer ready to listen to the waste of the emperor’s nonsense, and bluntly announced the other party’s charges and went to jail-he would not let the three emperor uncle die easily, the pain of the emperor grandfather, those who were cruelly harmed by him All of the pains must be recovered one by one.

It's just that his mood wasn't very good either. After asking someone to drag the Fei Emperor down, he threw away the sword in his hand without saying a word, took Qing Huan's hand and left. Knowing that the two of them must have something to solve, Mr. Zhou took the initiative to take over the next thing.

Qinghuan was dragged along the way. She walked a little bit slower, but Song Jin was anxious. Later, he simply carried her up and quickly reached an East Palace where he once lived. The palace members in it had already been emptied. the two of them.

His black eyes burned: "Is what he said is true?"

Qinghuan didn't answer and asked, "How about the real? How about the fake?"

"..." Song Jin was silent for a while. "If it's fake, it's good, you're still my best friend, my brother, but if it's true..."

"If it's true, how?" Qing Huan asked. "Are you going to kill me? Or are you going to torture me?"

Song Jin frowned when he heard it. "I'm in your heart, that's the kind of person who doesn't care about feelings?"

"Emotional things, whether they are present or not, are always inferior to hatred." Qing Huan smiled, and found a place to sit down freely, "Hate is always greater than love."

As a result, Song Jin blushed suddenly: "What, what love! Don't talk nonsense."

She just said casually. She didn't expect him to be so sensitive, Qing Huan smiled: "The Emperor is sinful and must be punishable. The prince can do things with his heart, no need to think about how you and I are in the past, just take revenge. Yes, isn't that what the prince always wanted?"

My eyes are covered by hatred, I can’t break free, I can’t love, I can’t wait, I can’t forgive, I can’t let go.

Isn't it all him?

Song Jin always felt that there was something in her words, but he didn't have to think about it right now: "I will never kill you, let alone harm you."

"Then the prince wants to?"

"you answer me first."

He must ask her if she is Fei Di's child, Qing Huan nodded: "Yes."

Next, she actually saw a relieved expression on Song Jin's face-what is this operation? How could it be this expression? Could it be that too much stimulation leads to mental disorders?

"Since you are his child and he owes me, should you pay it back?" Song Jin grabbed her hand abruptly. "My requirements are not high, I want you to be with me."

Qinghuan: "..."

"Don't worry, I won't bully you, and I won't be the emperor. When the situation is stable, we will go back to Xijiang and live there." Song Jin analyzed his own thoughts, his expression looked like Seriously, Qing Huan believed that he had not transferred his hatred to her at all. These four years of mutual support and warm companionship were finally not in vain. He now understands that she is innocent and cannot be treated like that.

He is different from before.

So Qing Huan laughed and told Song Jin: "Actually, I lied to you. I am not Fei Di's child." Seeing him, it seemed that he had something to say. "Of course I lied to him. He didn't know that I had nothing to do with him."

How could it matter, who can give birth to what she is? She just met Fei Di when he first arrived in this world. At that time, he had just ascended the throne. She met him during a private visit in Weifu. She told her a specious story-Fei Di was the prince when he was young. Among the inconspicuous and unremarkable shortcomings, one of them is that he likes to be merciful everywhere. She told him that she was the child of a Jiangdong woman who was married to him overnight, and she took out Fei Di’s token—she bought it from a pawnshop. It is estimated that someone in the palace had dirty hands and feet and stole things. Come out and sell money.

Fei Di didn't even know how many women he had fortunate to create an incompetent appearance when he was young, maybe there are his children everywhere in the country. He nodded to show that he knew, but didn’t mean to recognize her, and then Qing Huan proposed that he wanted to go to Xijiang. Then the Fei Di came to be interested, immediately agreed, let her enter the palace, and told her if she could complete the task, then Take her mother to the palace and seal her concubine.

But when she went to Xijiang, there was no news. Fei Di probably thought she was dead, and didn't even look for her. Quan did not have her. After all, he has many children, one more and one less, it really makes no difference.

Song Jin, who had thought he had a chance to win, was suddenly disappointed. Qinghuan smiled and looked at him: "It turns out that the prince has that kind of idea about me, it's really not good..."

Before he could finish the words, people were overwhelmed. The thick carpet was quite comfortable lying on, and the smile was slightly reduced. He held Song Jin's chest down with his hands: "What is the prince?"

"I don't care about those. When the uncooked rice is cooked into cooked rice, it doesn't matter what your identity is." Of course, you can no longer refuse him. Today is his opportunity to practice what he has learned! As the saying goes, it's better to say it. He has already said that idea. If she refuses, neither of the two friends can do it. It's better to leave her behind and leave her behind. You can talk about the other things later.

Qing Huan almost laughed. She lay still on him, letting this man tear her belt off, and untidy her clothes. Song Jin kept thinking about the steps he had prepared in his mind, and finally touched Qing Huan's robe with his hands. Well, his chest was soft and plump, exactly as he had imagined. ?

Wait?

soft?

full?

Qing Huan finally moved. First she slowly pushed the man away from her body, then tidyed up her clothes, and looked at the torn waist with a little distress. At this moment Song Jin suddenly returned to his senses, and he took a breath-this breath was very happy, Qing Huan looked at him for a long time, he got up, stepped back a few steps, and looked like a monster. Looking at her, his eyes first started from her face, and then scanned all the way down, finally moved up, and stopped at the place where he had only accidentally felt it.

Qing Huan knotted his robe at random, and said pityingly: "The eighteenth style of the prince's Dragon Yang, I'm afraid I will see it for nothing. But, Wang..."

People just ran away like this? ? ?

Qing Huan was stunned, because Song Jin actually ran away, his skill was good, and his speed was fast, and he disappeared in an instant. Qing Huan shook her head and walked out of the East Palace. On the opposite side, we greeted the old Fan who learned that she had been taken away by the king of Xijiang to make peace. Seeing that she was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The prince is still sensible."

Sane? I'm afraid it's not necessarily true.

"I saw the prince rushing away just now, what happened? He has always been self-sufficient, and he seldom loses his attitude like that." Fan Lao asked. "Are you okay? The prince didn't do anything to you, right? Don't worry, even if the prince wants to kill you, my old man won't let it!"

Qing Huan secretly thought, maybe your old man will be gloomy at the same time.

She never said that she was a man. She only called herself a niche and wore men's clothing. No one stipulated that a woman could not call herself a niche or wear men's clothing, right? It was their misunderstanding, but she could not blame her. Moreover, the women's clothing in Dazhou is very cumbersome, and it is far less convenient and easy to wear than men's clothing.

Soon, everyone knew that Fei Di was talking nonsense. Mr. Meng was not his son at all. It is estimated that this servant is dreaming. what? You ask why they are so sure? Of course, there is no father in the world who doesn't know whether his child is a boy or a girl! People like them can't see the excuse. After all, Mr. Meng has no pierced ears and is full of heroic spirit, but the Fei Di didn't know how to scold him every day in the prison for being a rebellious son?

No matter how you scold it, it should be a bad girl, right?

The prince is really a chicken thief. He must have known it a long time ago, but he maliciously concealed it from others for so long because of the fact that there are few women in Xijiang, afraid that people who can't find a wife will rob him? Unexpectedly, the prince's mind is so narrow! This was about to get married, but they told them that the mortal Meng they admired was actually a girl!