My wife is weak

Chapter 14 Song Ying
"you lose."

The sword edge glowing with cold light touched the young man's throat, drawing a trace of blood, but did not move forward half a point.

Song Yan smiled, his voice was hoarse, "Being able to pass the seven moves under your hands has made a lot of progress, hasn't it?"

The man withdrew the sword in his hand and did not speak again.

Because what the young man said was right, at the age of 15, the young boy with short hair can live seven strokes under his hands, this Ling Jing can be regarded as No.1.

The two walked out of the dark secret room together and came to a feminine room.

Sitting in the room was a man wearing a yellow dragon robe, who was the emperor of Ling Kingdom.

"For the wound on your body, take the medicine and go. General Long is going back to Beijing soon, so you should be back too."

After finishing speaking, the emperor walked towards the door, and the moment he pushed the door, Song Yan called out to stop him.

"Father, after I return to Beijing, I can make my own decisions about the marriage."

When the man heard this, his back paused, and he replied with a somewhat suppressed voice: "That's natural, this is what your mother and concubine said a long time ago."

Without waiting for Song Qiao's answer, the man left, but the more he looked at it, the more he seemed to be fleeing in a hurry.

Song Yan saw it and smiled, with a sneer in his smile.

Concubine Mu, have you seen this? This man owes you, and he is still afraid now.

"Third prince, the wound medicine is placed on the table, and the subordinates should go out first."

The man who had just fought with him disappeared after putting down the wound medicine.

The wound medicine was sprinkled on the wound, and the sting was extremely painful, but Song Yan did not change his face, new and old wounds intertwined on his back, as if he was telling an extraordinary story about this young man.

Great Prince's Mansion.

The incense smoke in the incense burner curled up, and the fragrance filled the whole room. The pretty woman only had a thin layer of red gauze on her body, curled up weakly and bonelessly in the man's arms, holding a fruit in one hand, Put it in the man's mouth.

How many men want such a scene.

There was a knock on the door, but the man didn't shy away from it. He still held the woman in his arms and said "come in" lazily.

When the knocker came in, he bowed his head and bowed without looking at the woman in the arms of the man.

"Prince, side prince and concubine."

When the eldest prince Song Jing saw the person coming, his eyes were dimmed, and after a few words in the woman's ear in a seductive voice, the woman walked out with her waist twisted.

"Go ahead."

"As in previous years, the emperor brought the third prince to the residence of the late imperial concubine Mei. The third prince stayed for a day, but came out again covered in scars."

Song Jing picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Send someone to follow up, find an opportunity, and see if he is really injured. You don't need to kill him, but you have to make him suffer."

"Yes."

Only Song Jing was left in the gorgeous room.

Does the emperor hate Song Qiao, or is he protecting him?It's really hard to guess this person's heart!
But this throne, he really wants to get it...

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor. Song Jing directly picked up the wine jug placed on the table, and poured it directly into his mouth.

so……

Whether it is the second and third children who seem to be indifferent, or the fifth child whose mother clan is extremely powerful, he has to say sorry.

This throne, he must have it, and he has to decide it.

Walking barefoot on the red carpet.

The wine spilled on it wet the red carpet, but made the color even more dazzling, so red...

Like dried blood.

It makes people look dark.

(End of this chapter)