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

Chapter 89 Regret
The twilight is all together, and the candles in the hall are long.The dim candlelight reflected on Song Qinghuai's face, Song Qing'an stared blankly at his elder brother in front of him, his words just now echoed in his ears.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

She blinked, lowered her head and thought silently.

Brother is asking her what...

Song Qinghuai was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for her response.

After a long time, Song Qing'an said in a low voice: "Brother, is Pei's palm print still safe?"

She answered the wrong question, but Song Qinghuai understood the meaning.

His fists tightened and then loosened, and he replied in a deep voice after a while: "Linyuan went to check, and the poison has been cured."

Song Qing'an nodded slightly, and the inexplicable worry in his heart slowly dissipated.

"Brother, I don't regret it."

She smiled lightly and answered softly.

Song Qinghuai sighed, and pressed the center of his eyebrows quite tiredly.

"Why him?"

"Brother, do you believe in...fate?"

Song Qing'an's hand hidden under the brocade quilt caressed the jade ring Pei Qing gave her, and made a sound.

Song Qinghuai looked at her with complicated emotions.

"I think brother is the same as me, you don't believe it?" Song Qing'an smiled softly, and there was a stream of autumn water in his eyes, "But brother, I seem to believe it."

"If it wasn't for fate...how could I have met him?"

Song Qing'an stared at the candle lamp in the corner, as if lost in memory: "Brother, he did save my life."

……

After listening to Song Qing'an's narration, Song Qinghuai couldn't help pressing his forehead.

There's no need for Yue'er to make up this matter, so Pei Qing really saved her...

"By the way, brother, did those assassins ask anything?"

It turned out that when Song Qinghuai met those people, he captured some of them alive and went back for interrogation.

When mentioning this matter, Song Qinghuai's eyes darkened: "Those who talk hard, it will take some effort." But when he looked at Song Qing'an, his eyes softened again: "Don't worry, I will definitely find out This matter."

Song Qingan's eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes: "Brother, I suspect this matter... There are two people making trouble."

Song Qinghuai's brows moved slightly, and Song Qing'an continued to say: "Those people I met first... were indeed after me. But after that... Although they also came aggressively, they didn't take action for a long time."

"Like...waiting for someone to show up."

Song Qing'an said slowly while thinking about it.

"Brother, what is the poison on the dart?"

Song Qinghuai had no choice but to say, "Dongchang keeps a tight lid on this matter, so we really can't find out about it."

"However, there is one thing that Lu Chuan never showed up."

It's dangerous over there...

"Never mind."

Song Qing'an stretched out his hand to Song Qinghuai, and when the latter held her, Song Qing'an tightened his grip and said, "Don't worry, brother, what happened today...I will try my best not to let it happen again."

"It's also my carelessness... Maybe it's a little ostentatious, to attract someone's attention."

"Yue'er, I told you that you don't need to participate in these things."

Song Qinghuai sighed softly, but never let go: "If something really happened to you, how should I explain to my mother."

Speaking of Concubine Shu, both of them were silent for a moment.

"Have a good rest, I'll ask Zhu Yan to come in."

Song Qinghuai swallowed the words swirling around his lips, got up and called Zhuyan.

"Brother."

Song Qing'an stopped him when he walked outside the bead curtain.

"Brother, be careful."

The tall and straight figure from behind paused for a moment, and then disappeared behind the bead curtain.

But she saw it, saw Song Qinghuai slightly nodding her head.

Song Qingan closed his eyes and buried himself in the brocade quilt.

"Princess!"

Zhu Yan came in small steps, and wanted to say something, but seeing Song Qing'an's tired face, she kept silent.

However, Song Qing'an still opened his eyes and looked: "What's the matter?"

"The princess' injury..."

When Song Qing'an first came back, only the imperial doctor was left in the inner hall, and later Emperor Liang and others came.Zhu Yan has been waiting outside, unexpectedly the last person to see her.

"Just that, it doesn't matter."

Song Qing'an's expression was relaxed, Zhu Yan looked at her suspiciously for a while, and then he didn't lift the quilt to check for himself.

"Princess, do you think it has something to do with Xiye? If there is...the servant girl..."

Speaking of Xiye, Zhuyan's words were full of gnashing of teeth.Song Qing'an laughed and shook his head: "They did do something wrong, but it has nothing to do with this matter."

In the current situation, Xiye is still weaker than Daliang, so he will not do anything to murder Princess Daliang.

What's more, killing her alone would do far more harm than good.Xiye Wang is not such a fool, even if he is, Yening Achu will stop him.

The most they dared to do was to attract the tiger to Yening Alan, and then they worked together to capture the beast and win back the city.

It's a pity... Now they really have to bear the blame.

"Zhuyan, I'm tired."

Zhu Yan understood, tucked the quilt for Song Qing'an, and then silently put down the gauze curtain.She blew out several lamps and candles, leaving only a few sporadic ones on the side of the couch and in the corners.

Through the heavy curtains, Song Qing'an heard Zhu Yan's footsteps and gradually exited the inner hall.

The brocade quilt is soft and comfortable, naturally comfortable.Song Qing'an thought of the body that hugged her for no reason.

It was so scorching hot... It was like a fire, trying to burn her up.

She hated the smell of blood the most, but at that time she personally gouged out the flesh and blood on his back, but she didn't dislike it in the slightest.

It's terrible...

Song Qing'an's eyes were half closed, and he looked at the ceiling vainly.

The faint candlelight outside shone on the gauze, burning like large clouds.

The place covered by the gauze moved slightly, and before Song Qing'an could see clearly, the person had already fallen into a familiar embrace.

Song Qing'an reacted slowly, her nose was filled with a strong herbal smell, slightly bitter.

"Pei's palm print..."

She said helplessly, allowing the other party to pull her around and face him face to face.

"Pei Zhangyin's body is still not healed, so he came to the boudoir at night, it's too..."

"It's just a flesh wound, it's nothing."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Pei Qing opened her eyes and spoke nonsense.

If it was daytime, Song Qing'an would definitely see his paler complexion than usual.

When Lu Chuan came to see him, he was almost frightened to death, and it took half his life to get rid of the poison.

After Pei Qing woke up, Lu Chuanqian urged him not to move around.

Obviously, it was impossible for Pei Qing to listen to Lu Chuan's words.

"If it's really a flesh injury, will Pei's palm print still pass out?"

Song Qing'an chuckled, if she hadn't known that Pei Qing was weak now, she would not have dared to be so provocative.

But Pei Qing's hand pinched her waist threateningly, and Song Qingan shut up in time.

"What does the princess remember?"

Pei Qing's tone was as usual, lazy.Song Qing'an wrapped his good arm around his neck, carefully avoiding the wound on his back: "It was dangerous at that time... I don't remember anything."

"But there is one thing I remember, and I will never forget it in this life."

Song Qingan stroked the back of his neck lightly with his fingers. Under the dim light, it was difficult to see the expression of the person in front of him: "It was Pei's palm print... that saved my life."

"Now...my life is in the hands of Pei."

The voice was hidden between the soft quilts, Pei Qing didn't make a sound, but pulled her closer.

During these days of getting along, she has roughly figured out what Pei Qing likes to hear.

Song Qing'an waited for a while before hearing Pei Qing whisper: "Princess...don't forget what you said."

　The next chapter is locked again (sorrowful), the treasures wait patiently, and I will release it today
　　
　
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