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

Chapter 146
After the dance, Pei Qing looked at Song Qing'an who was panting slightly, and said, "Your body is a little weak, and you have to recuperate slowly."

Song Qingan secretly rolled his eyes.

He took out a folding fan out of nowhere, and tapped her head lightly: "But the princess is light, if you practice some lightness kung fu, it would be the most suitable."

Song Qing'an couldn't help becoming serious, and asked enthusiastically, "When will it start?"

"tomorrow."

Pei Qing paused, and added: "I'll come in person."

Hearing this, Song Qing'an suddenly remembered something again, squinted his eyes and said in a low voice, "Has Pei's palm print gone to court today?"

Pei Qing smiled indifferently, opened the folding fan with a "shua", and shook it slowly in front of her: "No."

Song Qing'an hooked his lips, and said mockingly: "Pei's palm print, don't die in front of me."

With a twist of Pei Qing's wrist, the folded folding fan suddenly came to her throat: "The princess should not even think about living alone."

Song Qing'an raised his head, completely exposed his neck to his eyes, and pushed forward provocatively.

"Pei's palm print is so inseparable from me, do you have to drag me with you even in death?"

"So what?"

Song Qing'an didn't expect him to admit it, so he choked on the words.The flush on his face from dancing had just subsided a little, and then faintly deepened.

Pei Qing raised her wrist, and the top of the fan slowly moved up along the gentle ups and downs of her neck, and finally patted her chin.

Song Qing'an's heart tightened, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

After a while, she suddenly smiled and said: "Pei Qing, then you are done."

Pei Qing raised the corners of her lips, noncommittal.

Song Qing'an raised his hand and gently pushed aside the folding fan against him, the smile in his eyes twinkled like stars, half provocative half asking: "Then can I go back?"

Pei Qing nodded slightly, and Song Qingan turned around and was about to leave. The next moment, the back of her neck was grabbed by a domineering force.

Her breathing was stagnant, and within a few breaths, Pei Qing grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back.

Song Qing'an's heartbeat hadn't subsided yet, when Pei Qing tilted her head up.

Her eyes widened slightly, leaving only the figure of the person in front of her eyes.

A light blue tendon bulged around Pei Qing's neck, extending down and sinking into the skirt of her clothes.

Between the lips, teeth and nose, there is aloe fragrance.

He hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to crush her, and his lips were soft and gentle, as if he was afraid of shocking her.

Song Qingan's eyelashes trembled, and he looked into his pitch-black eyes, gradually losing his focus.

Pei Qing lowered her eyelashes halfway, and deepened the kiss.

Her mind had long been dispersed, and she could only lean on him softly.The close-fitting dance clothes outline a slim silhouette, and the two of them, one white and one red, look thin and plump.

……

On the small table beside the couch is a teacup, which still contains unfinished tea.

This movement was apparently not noticed by anyone.

An arm suddenly hangs down between the tightly closed curtains.

Soon the other hand came out.

Then the weak hand was held, palms pressed together, fingers interlaced.

Crow-black and green silkweeds were scattered among the mattresses. Song Qing'an narrowed his eyes and looked at Pei Qing, and said in a low voice, "Pei's palm print... What should I do for making trouble?"

It was meant to be a questioning question, but her breath was messy, and she said it without any power, and even a little flattering.

Pei Qing snorted lightly, picked up a lock of her hair and twisted it between her fingers, and then swept the end of her hair across the side of her neck, watching her tremble slightly.

"That was also provoked by the princess herself first."

He gently lifted her up, and gently kissed the end of her reddened eyes, the drooping eyelashes concealing the faint madness in her eyes.

"It's true that I'm doomed...but the princess can't be alone."

Song Qing'an only saw his lips opening and closing, but the words he spoke were like a gust of wind, as light as a sigh.

But she didn't have the energy to figure out what he said.
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Zhu Yan poked her head outside the hall, wondering whether to enter or not, when a touch of white came into her eyes.

"Master Palmprint."

She quickly lowered her head and backed away, letting Pei Qing pass by.

"The princess is resting, you can come in later."

Pei Qing walked out with a word of non-salty advice, bringing a gust of wind.

Zhu Yan frowned in confusion, and realized something after a while, her cheeks turned red.She gave a low cough and walked away quietly.

In the sleeping hall, Song Qing'an lay softly on the couch, moving his legs at will.The white underclothes slipped off the bed because of her movement, she turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Why does Pei Qing have to go along with something every time...

Song Qing'an thought wildly, if she didn't know it was impossible, she would have wondered if Pei Qing was going to lower her head.

She lay on her stomach for a while, recovering her strength and clearing her mushy mind.

Pei Qing seems to be extra indulgent these days.

Although the courtiers were very dissatisfied with his administration, if he responded to the early court in such a negative way, wouldn't he be poked at the back even more?
Not to mention that he also took her out of the palace, and even announced in the daytime...

Song Qing'an was so bored that he turned over and lay on his back again.

The gauze was swaying in the corner of her vision, she thought for a while, and her heart that was about to melt gradually cooled down.

Pei Qing was never... someone who would be so indulgent.

It's more like he did it on purpose, to... draw out who?Or simply, to bury himself?
Song Qingan sat up abruptly, his pupils widened slightly,
These behaviors of his are really indifferent.

Although she didn't know what he was going to do, she also understood the danger.

Once the people's anger is too deep, new and old grievances will burn into a raging fire and completely swallow him.

Song Qing'an shivered suddenly.

"Bamboo smoke!"

She raised her voice, and there was a tremor in her voice that she didn't even notice.

Song Qing'an yelled twice before Zhu Yan hurried in.

"Princess, what happened?"

Zhu Yan came in almost at a trot, seeing that Song Qing'an was fine on the surface, he took her hand and pressed on her pulse.

The pulse under the fingertips was beating steadily, but it was a little faster than usual, but it was not abnormal.

"Zhuyan... I'm fine," Song Qing'an withdrew his hand and pulled the brocade quilt to cover himself, "Xiye..."

Zhu Yan knew what she was going to do as soon as she heard it, and said with a frown: "But princess, the second prince hasn't written yet."

Song Qing'an secretly clenched the quilt tightly and pulled out a twist.

After a long time, she gave her hand and sighed: "...Yes, I'm too impatient."

Anyway, Yening Achu is in Xiye, so it is up to him to decide whether he needs her or not, if she rushes to go... it will be nothing.

That restlessness disappeared like a puff of smoke, and she returned to her calm and watery appearance.

"You... go out for now, I'll lie down for a while."

"Yes."

Zhu Yan lowered her eyebrows and put down the curtain again, Song Qing'an's figure became blurred after that.

(End of this chapter)