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

Chapter 73
Pei Qing must be very busy these days, and Song Qing'an is not too bored to look for him.

She has heard about Chunshou's incident, and it seems that it has only been a few days. This time... she wants to confirm one thing.

"I didn't disturb Pei's palm print, did I?"

Song Qing'an sat beside Pei Qing, leaning on the desk with his elbows, resting his cheek on one hand, and looked at Pei Qing's profile with a smile.

Pei Qing didn't even lift her eyelids, she just stared at the outline on the memorial.

"The princess is here, can our family drive the princess away?"

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh, no longer speaking, just staring at him in a daze.

In fact, as long as she lowered her head a little, she could see what was written in the memorial book.

But from this point of view, it was just a few words, and Song Qing'an didn't want to take any risks.Compared to peeking by himself, Song Qing'an felt that it was more reliable to inquire from Pei Qing.

So Song Qing'an had nothing to do, so he looked at Pei Qing.

It was a bit late at this time, Pei Qing had already removed her hair crown, and her hair was half tied up.His eyelashes drooped, the bridge of his nose was straight and straight, his thin lips were lightly pursed, forming a clear and distinct profile.His hand holding the pen showed blue veins due to his paleness, and as he exerted force, the blue veins bulged slightly from time to time, and the thin lines continued.

like a fairy...

This hand is so beautiful...

Song Qing'an was thinking wildly to herself, she was not some kind of girl who knew nothing about human affairs.In fact, most of the aristocratic girls in Beijing were taught about the affairs of the boudoir by their mothers or nuns early on.

Thinking of the failure of her attempt to sacrifice herself last time, Song Qing'an was inevitably a little depressed.

It shouldn't be because I dislike her... If I dislike her, why would I kiss her.

Besides, looking at Pei Qing is not someone who has scruples...

Song Qing'an subconsciously bit her lips, and for some reason, her cheeks were dyed red inch by inch.

Looking sideways, Pei Qing saw the unnatural blush on Song Qingan's face, and felt surprised.

He suddenly leaned over and stretched out his hand towards Song Qingan. When the latter realized it, the back of Pei Qing's hand was already on her forehead.

"Princess Wuji, why is your face so red?"

Song Qing'an blinked, and slowly realized what Pei Qing was talking about.

Hearing this, her face turned red again.Song Qing'an intuitively felt that his face was hot, so he covered his cheeks with slightly cool hands, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "It may be that the room is a little hot, and it will be fine in a while."

Pei Qing reached out again and touched the hand on her face.

"It's rare for a princess to only warm her face but not her hands."

Song Qing'an could not help being annoyed when she heard that Pei Qing was mocking her.She also knew that her reasons were lame, but she couldn't tell the truth... Maybe she blushed when she saw Pei's palm print...

"Pei's palm print made fun of me," Song Qing'an frowned, pretending to be wronged.

Pei Qing knew she was faking, but she couldn't deny her beauty.So Pei Qing didn't go into her lies, but just said: "The princess is weak, she needs to take good care of herself." He paused meaningfully, and looked her up and down without concealing his gaze.

Song Qing'an's expression was slightly stiff, and he unconsciously looked down at the neckline, and immediately reacted, when he raised his eyes angrily, they bumped into Pei Qing's faintly smiling eyes.

How did you fall into his path!

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with anguish.

Pei Qing closed her eyes, stopped teasing her, and just asked: "Will the princess also stay at our house tonight?"

"As long as Mu Zhi is willing."

Pei Qing snorted softly, as if hearing something interesting: "It's so comfortable to sleep here in our house, and the princess is so nostalgic."

The smile on Song Qing'an's lips faded a little, and he muttered in a low voice: "Maybe not..."

"what?"

Pei Qing has good hearing, so she heard it, but she asked again.

"It's nothing."

Song Qing'an and him smiled nonchalantly, folded their hands on their knees, and sat upright: "I will stay here with Mu Zhi."

There was an eerie silence in the study for a moment, and the two looked at each other, knowing each other.

"The princess didn't fall asleep at all last time, did she?"

Although it was a questioning sentence, Pei Qing's tone was firm.

"That day Pei's palm print...didn't sleep...?" Song Qing'an pursed her lips and spoke with some difficulty.

Pei Qing didn't answer, but this was the most obvious response.

Song Qing'an covered her lips and smiled lightly: "This is really..."

The corners of Pei Qing's lips curled slightly, and she went to read the memorial again.

"It seems that the princess and our family don't like to share the bed with others."

"It's okay." Song Qing'an raised his cheeks and looked at Pei Qing again, "Pei's palm print and I will get used to it after trying more."

Pei Qing's pen tip was slightly condensed, and the cinnabar color was blurred on the paper.

"Princess speak carefully."

Song Qing'an leaned forward, her chair was very close to Pei Qing's, so she leaned directly on Pei Qing's shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around Pei Qing's neck, pressed her cheek against his, and lightly rubbed her lips against Pei Qing's earlobe.

"But Pei's palm print...we have already given it to each other in private..." Song Qing'an closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "I and Pei's palm print, what else can we say?"

Pei Qing's face was calm. If it wasn't for the slight redness in his ears, Song Qing'an would really think that he was indifferent.

"If you want to ask a princess, just say it."

Pei Qing's voice was still clear and cold, Song Qing'an sneered, thinking that he would really catch it.

"Pei Zhangyin also knows that this is the first time I have gone to Spring Hunting in these years..."

Song Qing'an seemed distressed: "I haven't been there for a long time, and I have forgotten some things. Can you tell me about Pei's palm print, what should I do in detail?"

Pei Qing put down her pen, and explained the spring hunting process to her in a rare and gentle voice. After all, this matter can be big or small, and it will be bad if Song Qingan does something wrong at that time.

Song Qing'an listened carefully, the spring hunting will take about ten days, and the competition with Xiye will be in the last few days...not only the hunting results of the two parties, but also the martial arts competition.

She had a lot of back and forth in her mind, while she wanted to find out what Pei Qing said, but at the same time she was worried that she would be seen out.

"Pei's palm print, is that match important?"

"Important?" Pei Qing repeated it casually, and lazily said, "Probably important." It's just a matter of Daliang's face, whether he wins or not...it has nothing to do with him.

Song Qing'an suddenly said "Oh" and stopped talking.

"Is the princess worried about the Second Highness?"

After thinking about it for a while, Pei Qing understood the reason for Song Qingan's question.

She obviously wasn't someone who cared about Liang's face, so she asked about this only because there were people she cared about.

"Probably some."

Song Qing'an gave an ambiguous answer, she straightened up and walked to Pei Qing's side, folded her arms and lowered her eyes, lazily looking at the things spread out on his case.

Pei Qing noticed it naturally, but it was not an important matter, so she let her watch it.

"It's been a few days since my brother came back. I'm worried that some people will be restless."

She didn't want to hide it from Pei Qing, let alone it was not something she could hide.

Pei Qing answered vaguely, then raised her eyes to look at her: "You don't have to worry about this princess, the Second Highness has already settled it."

As he spoke, he took out one of the stacked letters on the case and handed it to Song Qing'an.

The latter took it and looked at it, and found that it was the roster of the contestants.

She carefully looked back and forth a few times, but she couldn't find Song Qinghuai's name, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qing'an then smiled at Pei Qing: "Thank you, Mu Zhi."

"Thank you for what our family is doing."

Pei Qing looked lazy, leaning on the back of the chair with half-closed eyes.

"Liu Quan, come in."

(End of this chapter)