shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 14 Jade Waist Slave

When all the noble ladies praised his calligraphy one after another, Song Qing'an felt a little guilty for no reason.

Pei Qing is worthy of being the person who sits in the palm of the supervisor of ceremonies, and even knows the small script with hairpin flowers that noble ladies often write.

But the hairpin lowercase script he wrote was different from that written by the lady, and between the lines, there was a hint of vigor.This makes Song Qing'an's "hairpin small script" different from other noble girls.

Liu Qiyun also stepped forward hesitantly, she knew very well that there could be no other people in the imperial garden.

So... this poem and words should really be written by Song Qing'an.

Liu Qiyun boasted on the face, but her heart became more and more heavy.

Sure enough... Sure enough, it was the right decision to remove her earlier.

She is so clumsy, God knows what she is plotting.

Liu Qiyun's heart was full of alarm bells, and she wished she could go back to the palace to pass on the letter to Liu Xiang.

Song Qing'an was only humble on the sidelines, and when faced with several people's questioning, she also answered them one by one, and gained some goodwill.

The final leader was given to Sheng Shining, but everyone knew that the real leader should be Song Qing'an.

Song Qing'an was not worried about this result.She had no intention of being the so-called leader, as long as she could leave an impression in the hearts of these noble ladies.

As long as they know how Song Qing'an is, within a few days, all of them in Beijing should know.

Song Qing'an seemingly unintentionally glanced at Liu Qiyun, but saw that her face was slightly stiff.

Song Qingan lowered his eyelashes to hide the smile in his eyes.
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"Princess, do you want to take a bath today?"

After returning from the snow feast, Zhu Yan took off the cloak for Song Qing'an, and asked a casual question.

"Today... no, these few days, I don't need it for now."

Zhu Yan raised her head in surprise, since she could use hot water at will, the princess bathed almost every day.

Song Qing'an originally turned his back to Zhuyan, but now he turned around, as if he was afraid of what Zhuyan would see: "It's still a bit cold in the Lianfang Pavilion, I'm worried about catching cold after bathing, so I'll bear it for a few days."

"Oh..." Zhu Yan also felt that there was some truth in hearing it, and nodded with a vague understanding, and went to the side to put away the cloak.

Song Qingan let out a breath, but his face turned red.

The reason for not taking a bath...of course it is not because of the cold.

"I hope that when our family meets the princess next time, this rose will still be there."

Pei Qing's words seemed to be in her ears, and at that time Pei Qing was helping her put on the clothes one by one.

She was clearly the one being served, but her face was flushed with shame, and she didn't even dare to raise her eyes.

Thinking of this, Song Qing'an couldn't help but suffocate.

What a shame!

"Bamboo smoke!"

Song Qing'an raised her voice and said, with some annoyance she hadn't noticed in her words: "Quickly pass on the food!"

At dinner time, Zhu Yan kept looking at Song Qing'an while preparing dishes for her.

It's so strange... The princess usually doesn't have much appetite, why did she eat so much tonight?

Song Qing'an's face was calm, probably because she felt that what she was chewing was not food, but Pei Qing.

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At night, Zhuyan was about to serve Song Qingan to sleep, but was urged by the latter to retreat first.

The inner hall was finally empty, Song Qing'an brought a small bronze mirror to the couch.She peeped out from the curtain, then retracted her body, and pulled up the curtain with a "shua".

Knowing that no one is looking at her, Song Qing'an's face is still red.

She unbuttoned her jacket, turned her head, and used the bronze mirror to see the pattern on the back.

When Song Qingan saw the arrogant word "Qing", the corners of Song Qing'an's eyes twitched, and he spat in a low voice.

She stopped looking at it and put the bronze mirror aside casually.

There still seemed to be aloes on the clothes, escaping bit by bit in the tent.

"As for this... the princess will give it to our family."

The small water-red coat was crumpled into a ball and squeezed pitifully in Pei Qing's palm. The word "reward" is deliberately emphasized, with full of banter.At that time, Song Qing'an didn't even want to take a closer look, so he nodded in response.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even if the tie of the little coat was broken by..., it is really impossible for her to wear it again.

But it shouldn't...it shouldn't be given to him!

In the bed with the curtains closed, there was a muffled sound suddenly.
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The Shangyuan Festival is approaching, and the palace is getting busy day by day.The day of the canonization ceremony was set on the day of Shangyuan.

After the ceremony is complete, Song Qing'an will go to Zhen Guo Temple to pray for the country overnight.

And the next day was the day when the Xiye Mission entered Beijing.

When Song Qing'an knew this, he was in Pei Qing's study.There were scattered memorials and letters on the ground, and the table case was cleared to a blank.

She leaned on the table, and the coolness penetrated from the place where her skin touched.Behind her, Pei Qing was writing, drawing the other half's butterfly wings on her back.

The back was wet, cold and itchy, and where the pen tip passed, it aroused a fine pimple.Song Qing'an tried his best not to pay attention to what was behind him, but in the silence all around, the senses on his back became extremely sensitive.

She could almost imagine what Pei Qing drew.

After about another stick of incense passed, Pei Qing put down her pen, and slowly leaned over to Song Qing'an's ear.

The pressure behind her suddenly increased, and Pei Qing's voice rang in her ears: "The princess is very obedient, our family... is very satisfied."

While talking, Pei Qing's fingertips moved across her back ambiguously from top to bottom.

Song Qingan naturally knew what he was talking about.

Except for the half of the butterfly wings... Song Qing'an simply didn't wear it this time in order not to be robbed by Pei Qing this time.

She still remembered that when Pei Qing found out, she let out a muffled laugh.

Song Qing'an silently held grudges in his heart, and thought viciously, in the future, he would definitely paint all over Pei Qing's body.

Pei Qing straightened up and sat down on the chair leisurely.The ink was still wet, Song Qing'an had no choice but to put on his clothes for the time being.She stood with her back to Pei Qing, and asked in a muffled voice: "Does Pei's palm print believe me now?"

"Our family has never said we don't believe it."

Pei Qing avoided the heavy one and tapped lightly on the armrest with her knuckles.In the pitch-black eyes, Song Qing'an's graceful figure was reflected.

A pair of bright red butterfly wings are painted on its sphenoid bone, and its waist is slender and too full to hold.

I think that if the jade waist slave had become a refined human form, it would probably look like this.

"Princess, don't worry, isn't there still some time?"

Since Pei Qing couldn't see her expression, Song Qingan pouted.

But there is some truth to it... For her, there are all kinds of difficult things, perhaps for Pei Qing, there is only one sentence.

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"I heard that His Majesty intends to marry Daliang and Xiye."

Pei Qing and Song Qing'an said they were not in a hurry, but when they entered the Chongming Palace that night, he mentioned this matter to Emperor Liang.

At that time, Emperor Liang had just taken the cold food powder, his clothes were half uncovered, and his complexion had already started to turn red.

"I do mean that."

Pei Qing lowered her head slightly, and never bent her back: "Is there anyone for Your Majesty?"

Emperor Liang pulled his clothes to fan the wind, and said: "I have already discussed with the noble concubine, let the third princess go."

"Forgive me for talking too much, has your majesty ever seen a real person, is it appropriate for the three princesses to get married?"

"This..." The effect of Hanshi powder gradually began to show, and Emperor Liang began to feel hot all over.He hesitated for a moment and said, "Not yet."

Pei Qing lowered her eyes and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Your Majesty should announce the real person. If it hurts luck, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

"Yes Yes."

Emperor Liang responded briefly, and under the effect of Hanshi powder, he began to walk quickly in the palace, and the palace people all around retreated.

Pei Qing moved aside to let Emperor Liang pass, and at the same time winked at the eunuch beside him.

After a while, a white-haired old man followed the eunuch just now into the palace.He raised his head cautiously, seeing that Emperor Liang had no time to take care of him, he looked at Pei Qing.

Pei Qing glanced sideways slightly, her eyes were as cold as a blade, the old man lowered his head again, and walked a few steps into the hall.

"Poverty kowtows to His Majesty."

(End of this chapter)