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

Chapter 151 Thunderstorm
Weiyang Palace.

Holding the gift list, Dongruo walked into the hall with small steps: "Your Majesty, this is the list of congratulatory gifts for Princess Zhaoding's birthday banquet, please have a look at it."

Jiang Zhi was slightly surprised, reached out to take it and looked at it, and said, "It's been decided so early?"

"Reporting to your mother, Master Zhang Yin set the time limit tightly, so they... have to make a decision quickly."

Jiang Zhi sneered and said mockingly, "What is he so interested in?"

This is not what she should answer, so Yi Dongruo just lowered her head and answered silently.

Jiang Zhi quickly scanned the list of gifts from beginning to end, they were all ordinary congratulatory gifts, nothing particularly outstanding.only……

"What about the Second Highness?"

Jiang Zhi raised her eyebrows in a strange way, and looked at it carefully again, making sure that there was no sign of Song Qinghuai.

"The servant girl sent someone to ask, and the Second Highness said to prepare carefully, and then send it separately, so it will not be listed on the list."

Jiang Zhi snorted lightly, as if she had guessed the answer, so she didn't ask further.

"They are brothers and sisters."

Jiang Zhi sneered lightly, and put down the gift list.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rituals asked... what do you want your Majesty to give?"

"Me?" Jiang Zhi said slowly, as if thinking for a while, then smiled, "I will think about it again, you should send the list back first."

"Yes."

Dong Ruo respectfully blessed her body, took the gift list and retreated.

"Birthday banquet..."

Jiang Zhiwu muttered to herself, but she didn't know what she was thinking, and a strange light flashed in her pair of Jianshui autumn pupils.

"It's been a long time since the palace has been so lively." She said something as if sighing, then got up and walked into the palace.
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The sky has been gloomy, and at night, the dark sky was torn apart by the blinding white light, followed by a few muffled thunders.

Song Qingan nestled on the couch, her face was very ugly.

She wasn't afraid of those electric lights, nor was she afraid of the thunder that exploded from time to time, but... the weather always reminded her of not-so-good things, so she hated it.

Zhu Yan calmed down her movements knowingly so as not to arouse her irritability.

"Bamboo smoke."

She called out suddenly, and opened the hanging curtain: "Go and invite Pei's palm print."

"Master Palm Print?" Zhu Yan was stunned, "What's the matter with the princess?"

Song Qing'an pondered for a moment, frowned and said: "Just say... I'm afraid of thunder, please come and accompany me."

At this moment, there was a blast of thunder, and Zhu Yan was speechless for a moment as he watched Song Qing'an who was calmly playing with the incense ball on the pillow.

After a long time, she replied, "Okay."

Watching Zhuyan go out, Song Qingan shook the incense ball lightly, put it down again, and got down on the couch barefoot.

The original carpet on the ground has been removed due to the warm weather, and when you step on the floor tiles barefoot, a little bit of coolness will come from the soles of your feet.

Song Qing'an walked to the window without realizing it, leaned over and blew lightly, and blew out the candle.

She walked slowly through the four corners of the hall, extinguishing the candles one by one.As the candlelight dimmed, the sky flickering outside became more and more obvious, and the hall was suddenly bright and dark. Song Qing'an was dressed in plain clothes, almost like a ghost.

Somehow she kept thinking of that dream.

Song Qing'an let out a soft "tsk", and suddenly thought, if the high platform cannot be built, is it possible for this dream to come true?
As soon as this thought passed, Song Qing'an felt a little ridiculous.But... there was another voice in her heart asking her to give it a try.

In the end, she only kept one, so that she could go back to the bed smoothly.The soles of the feet were completely cold, Song Qing'an held the small lamp in his hand, carefully got on the couch, and finally extinguished the dim light.

There was muffled thunder in my ears from time to time, but no rain fell.

Before Pei Qing came, Song Qing'an simply sat on the couch with his knees hugged, curled up, buried his cheeks between his knees, and quietly thought about the possibility of obstruction.

It is necessary to raise taxes, but there is not enough money... Can she let this decree be withdrawn?

If so... the resentment towards Pei Qing will be lighter, right?

Song Qing'an sat with his head buried in his head, immersed in his own thoughts, never noticing the noise in the hall.

She miscalculated the speed at which Pei Qing came here, so when Pei Qing suddenly lifted the curtain of the bed, Song Qing'an raised her head in astonishment, her face blank for a moment.

It just so happened that the thunder light was flickering outside the hall, and the inside of the hall was also flickering, making her face pale.It turned out to be a fake and it made Song Qing'an feel a little frightened when he saw it.

She didn't react for a while, she blinked slowly, looking at it as if she was petrified.

Pei Qing frowned slightly, a little surprised.

When her maid came, he thought it was just her trick.

Now it seemed...was she really afraid?

"Pei's palm print?"

Song Qing'an called softly, she had already turned the corner, so her eyes became more timid: "Why did Pei's palm print come here?"

Pei Qing snorted: "Didn't the princess invite our family to come? Why did you forget it when you turned around?"

"I thought...Pei's handprint is busy, so it shouldn't come because of my trivial matter."

Song Qingan maintained the knee-hugging posture, and even curled up a little more.

Thunder roared and rolled in the sky, Song Qingan shrank his shoulders at the right time, and rubbed against the couch.

Pei Qing has always been dressed in white recently. If it was said that he always seemed to be hiding in the dark before, then these days, he is too conspicuous.

Out of the corner of her eye, a white corner of Pei Qing's clothes was also on the couch.

The silver cord in the sky streaked across, illuminating the dark inner hall pale.After only one breath, there was a sudden explosion of thunder, like thunder falling in the courtyard.Even though Song Qing'an wasn't afraid at first, he was also very shocked by this blow, and subconsciously grabbed Pei Qing's sleeve beside him.

There were rustling noises outside, and the rain finally fell.The continuous sound of rustling rain also soothed her restless heartbeat. The smell of rainwater gradually came from the hall. Song Qingan smelled it, and her heart was already at peace.

But she didn't let go, and completely wrapped Pei Qing's arm in her arms.

"The princess is so scared, why doesn't she light the lamp?"

Pei Qing looked sideways at the person beside him. Song Qingan curled up and hugged him tightly, looking only a little bigger.

Like a rabbit.

For no reason, Pei Qing thought of Suyou, that rabbit who pretended to be dead when he saw him.

Song Qing'an muttered in a low voice: "I know I'm afraid of this, so I want to go to bed earlier... so I can hide."

Pei Qing was hugged by her, the rain outside was getting louder, coupled with the occasional thunder, it seemed to blot out the sky.It seemed that in this world, there was only this small place and the two of them.

"Pei Qing..." Song Qingan lowered his eyes and whispered, "Can you hug me?"

He didn't make a sound, but responded silently with actions.

The wet smell of the rain was replaced by the dry and desolate agarwood, and she leaned in his arms safely, playing a fragile girl who was afraid of thunder to her heart's content.

Song Qing'an leaned into his arms again at the right time, and stretched his hands over his waist and abdomen without a trace.

However, Pei Qing pinched her wrist.

Song Qing'an immediately held him with his backhand, crossed his fingers, and tightened them tightly as if afraid.

Pei Qing only hooked her lips and said nothing.

Song Qing sighed in relief.

Sure enough... still can't do it?

(End of this chapter)