Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 771 Belonging, Chaos

A battle surrounding the Ministry of Punishment silently disappeared, and Song Xun was deprived of his merits and dismissed as an official. When he was released from prison, he was so thin that he almost lost his appearance. There was nothing visible on the surface, but his chest and abdomen were full of blood and bruises.

Su Rao didn't order anything.

I couldn't stand his cruel tactics these years, and he had offended many people. No one from the Song family came to pick him up. Song Xun could only endure the pain and go back to the house.

I only found out this time.

The Song family was in a difficult situation, and the second prince seemed to blame him for this defeat, and his officials spared no effort to target the rest of the Song family.

Seeing that it was the second An Guogong's mansion.

After Song Jinyu's death, Song Daiyan attempted to seek private mines, and the criminals deceived the emperor. His majesty thought of the Song family's hard work, so he lenient the net and did not implicate him.

For this reason, the Song family donated a lot of silver taels to show their loyalty when rebuilding Jizhou.

The storms and waves have survived.

A ship capsizes in the gutter, a piece of news, a few whips, put all the management in vain, and end in disaster.

Song Xun regretted not being at the beginning.

During these days in the prison, he pondered carefully, only then did he realize that every step Su Rao took was actually calculated in advance. The Nalan case received the attention of both the East Palace and the Second Prince, and it was difficult for her to be caught in the middle.

The best thing to do is just jump out.

She needed a springboard, and at this moment he bumped into it, the prince would not let go of any chance to counterattack, and he would firmly grasp the bait she threw out.

In this way, the contradiction was transferred from Nalan's to him.

Stepping on his flesh and blood, they uncovered Nalan's case. The evidence in this case is conclusive, and once it is revealed to the public, it will be an irreversible defeat.

Winning or losing is fixed, and there is no need for the Ministry of Punishment to judge.

Since then, she, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, has been at ease since then, and she also took advantage of the opportunity to erase his thorn in the side, the thorn in his flesh...

What a sinister calculation.

Song Xun believed that he had been immersed in the court for several years and had seen many open and secret battles, but few people could see the situation so clearly and make use of it...

No wonder Fu's profound heritage is still falling apart in her hands.

evildoer!

Song Xun didn't dare to have any thoughts of becoming an enemy. After discussing with his father, he decided to leave Beijing temporarily to avoid disaster, and wait for the situation to calm down in the future before making a comeback.

Here, the East Palace and the second prince are fighting like a raging fire.

Since Su Rao went to see Song Xun in the prison that day, she spent the rest of her time in the mansion except for handling official duties in the Ministry of Punishment.

Yan Yun went up and down with her every day.

The officials of various ministries were dumbfounded, and they were talking about their newlywed life in private, but the two of them were very low-key and had little talk.

Zhimo Courtyard was particularly quiet.

In the past, there were still Zhu Yan and the others going in and out, but since the two got married, they tactfully retreated outside, and occasionally when they had something to report, they would first stand in the court and ask.

Only after getting approval can we enter.

Xiao Nan is no longer clinging to Su Rao, besides studying, she also takes the shadow thorns as a training partner, the school grounds of the Wangfu are very lively every day.

The only bad thing is that Master Qingdeng has left.

He left a letter for Su Rao, and decided to continue wandering the rivers and lakes. He didn't say when he would come back. Su Rao was sick for two days, and soon cheered up.

She knew that Master loved freedom by nature and didn't like restraint. This time it was because of her marriage and the Supreme Emperor that she stayed in Shengjing for such a long time, so she should do what she wanted.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yan Yun held the scroll in one hand, and played with her fingers in the palm of the other. Su Rao lay on his lap on her back, her eyes wandering, as if in a trance.

He put down the scroll, and pulled back Su Rao's wandering thoughts with one sentence.

Su Rao said honestly: "I was wondering where Master is now..."

"His whereabouts are uncertain, it is difficult to figure out."

Yan Yun looked down at her, the long hair on her shoulders poured down with her movements, and the end of the hair brushed Su Rao's nose, itching, she subconsciously reached out to push it away, but found that hand was still pinched by him.

Su Rao flexed her fingers and scratched his palm, signaling him to let go.

The Shizi ignored it, and used his free hand to gather his hair behind his shoulder, "Okay."

Su Rao was amused for a while, he seems to be very fond of her recently...

After careful calculation, except for going to the yamen, the rest of the time they are either on the bed or on the couch...

His hands were not playing with her fingers, or rubbing her waist...

The warm fingertips lingered on the skin, gradually warmed up, and wandered around aimlessly, as if clusters of flames were ignited wherever they passed.

Like now.

He finally let go of his hand, and climbed onto her waist, gently kneading and twisting slowly, circling her lower abdomen through the clothes.

"Su Lingling, are you sleepy?"

His tone was soft and slow, no longer cold, but sticky and low, with a silent bewitchment, the hand fell with the voice, and gradually increased the strength.

Su Rao was numb from his messy hands, quickly held him down, and said solemnly: "I'm not sleepy."

"But I think you seem sleepy..."

"I do not……"

"Then let's take a break."

Yan Yun threw the scroll onto the twig next to her, leaned over and picked her up, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked slowly towards the bed.

Su Rao clung to his neck, seeing the darkness accumulated in those eyes, her throat rolled unconsciously, "Yan Xiaoyun, it's daytime."

"I know."

Putting her carefully under the brocade quilt, Yan Yun put his hands on her face and smiled lightly, "Can't you rest during the day?"

He pressed his forehead against hers, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly against hers, his breath intertwined, his chest trembled slightly, as if he was enduring it.

Su Rao looked up angrily, "Yes, then you have a good rest, I'll go out first."

He made a gesture to get up, but he deliberately pressed his body against her, and said vaguely: "You accompany me..."

"Do not."

The cold and self-sufficient elder son now looks at her as if he were looking at a piece of meat. He is not satisfied and covets her even more.

That's all at night, it's daytime!
Su Rao decided not to pamper him like this, Yan Yun saw her refusal flatly, looked sideways and struggled for a moment, "Is it really not possible?"

"No."

"then you go……"

Yan Yun rolled over from her body, turned around with her sleeves in his arms, and turned his back to her, curled up slightly, looking rather miserable.

Su Rao's body lightened suddenly, and then she looked sideways, only to see a figure from the back.

"Yan Xiaoyun."

She poked him lightly, Yan Yun didn't move or make a sound, Su Rao half sat up and stared at him, annoyed and funny.

After a while, he lay down again.

The whole person leaned against his back, put his hands through his waist, hugged him from behind, buried his head and said in a low voice: "Okay, I really can't do anything about you."

She slipped her hand into his palm.

"Here, let's play for you."

Yan Yun: "..."

He slowly closed that hand, his fingers completely enveloping her little by little, his back pressed against her soft delicate body, with exquisite curves, every inch of perception was magnified in his mind.

Her body was warm and soft.

When it was embedded in his arms, it was a small one, but when holding him from behind like this, it gave him an indescribable sense of security...

Sure enough, only by her side is his belonging.

Yan Yun slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)