Empress please be more ruthless

Chapter 17 Canonization
Song Qingtong said again: "According to my will, Yunjin will be granted the honorary title of noble lord, and given the title of Hua, which means prosperity and splendor. Let's see who dares to say that he is not worthy to serve me!"

There was an uproar in the imperial garden, and Zhu Chengen was a little annoyed, "Your Majesty, Imperial Attendant Yun's consecutive promotion to two levels is inconsistent with the etiquette, and I will not accept it!"

Song Qingtong was waiting for this sentence, his complexion sank again, his eyes were so sharp that he could almost kill people, "Etiquette? Is there any etiquette for you people to gather around here? You can't lift your shoulders, you can't lift your hands, Eat and drink by your face, and eat and drink all day long!"

There was a dead silence in the garden for a moment, Song Qingtong seemed to hear the sound of grinding teeth, but it was impossible to just grind the teeth and no one spoke, did they become soft-tempered after being kept in captivity for a long time?She still has to work harder.

Then he scorned: "Hmph! A bastard is a bastard. If you don't succeed in literature, you can't succeed in martial arts. You will never achieve anything in your life!"

Hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, Song Qingtong's words were too harsh. Most of the people present were the sons of officials above the sixth rank who were selected when the empress ascended the throne, and most of them were concubines. It is rare to see Ji Yunhe with a straight red seedling like this.

Finally, one person couldn't take it anymore, jumped up from the ground, and said angrily: "Who said bastards are useless! If the emperor hadn't forcibly selected us into the palace, I'm a good man, so I don't need to stand around here to watch the quarrel. Kind of boring?"

As soon as this remark was made, all the young masters unanimously agreed, and there was a sense of excitement for a while.The eunuch shouted at the top of his voice, "Shut up! Do you want to rebel?"

Song Qingtong held back his smile, and looked at the young master. He was tall and burly, wearing a black brocade robe, with a straight nose and square mouth, and an upright face. Fifth son, Master Attendant Lu Feijiang."

Song Qingtong nodded secretly, as expected, he was [-]% like Lu Chen, and he looked like a father.

His face was even more disdainful, "Hmph! What use can you be? It's just an embroidered pillow!"

At this time, Lu Feijiang had made up his mind to die, and said loudly: "If the emperor gives me a chance, I, Lu Feijiang, am willing to prove it to the emperor! I'm afraid the emperor won't dare!"

All the sons also echoed and spoke out one after another.

Song Qingtong was about to burst out laughing in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. It was really hard, and he seemed to have made a lot of determination, "I will be afraid of you? Huh! Right now there is an exam in the official department, and I can Give you a chance, so that you can give up!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone didn't remember Xie En, and they all jumped up and cheered. A smile flashed in Song Qingtong's eyes, and she could leave the rest to Lin Kuang. As far as she knew, Lin Kuang's only younger brother was also in the palace. , I will do my best when I think about it.

Ji Yunhe left the Imperial Garden quietly. He was more and more shocked by the Queen's deeds. He had no choice but to raise supplies. He wanted to be perfunctory, but that clever and beautiful smiling face always appeared in his mind, and he felt that he couldn't let She was disappointed. He hardly closed his eyes for the past three days, looking for relief supplies everywhere. When he handed over the thick booklet recording the supplies to her, seeing her bright smile, he felt that the hard work of the past few days was not in vain. !
But today, she opened his eyes even more, and finally realized that it was a lie that she left him to sleep with him that night, and it was true that she asked him to raise relief supplies. Thinking of this, Ji Yunhe couldn't tell whether he was ashamed or annoyed. I feel hot on my face.

Two days later, Song Qingtong stepped into the side hall of the bedroom for the first time. Although she had never visited Song Zhaoye, she paid close attention to it every day.Just now, the imperial physician reported that Song Zhaoye's wound on the root of his tongue had basically healed and would not affect his speech function, so Song Qingtong rushed over.

It was dusk at this time, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the window, and the room was dyed yellow. The maids came over to light the lamps. Song Qingtong said: "No need." This kind of light is just right, Song Zhaoye is the queen of this body. Uncle, the empress didn't even let her own uncle go, which made her feel very ashamed.

Walking slowly to the bed, Song Zhaoye put on a piece of clothes and sat on the head of the bed, his eyes were downcast, his complexion looked good, and his slender face was peaceful and serene.

Song Qingtong glanced back at Yu'er and Chengying who were following closely behind, "You all step back, I want to talk to the emperor alone."

Cheng Ying was a little hesitant, Song Qingtong narrowed her eyes dangerously, if it was yesterday, she might not dare to face Song Zhaoye alone, but today is different, she has finally mastered the first form of Xuanyang Kung Fu!It's only been five days, so it's worth showing off!When she gathered her inner strength and shattered a stone slab, she felt so excited!
However, if Song Qingtong knew what Chengying was thinking, he probably wouldn't be excited.Chengying was thinking, alas, the queen is so pitiful!In the past, as long as the queen slapped casually, ten thick stone slabs piled up together would be smashed to pieces. Seeing her turn her back and tremble with her shoulders, she must be crying because of the blow. Your majesty, don’t be too hard-pressed, otherwise we will all die. I have to be buried with you.

Facing the power of Song Qingtong, Yuer and Chengying had no choice but to withdraw.

The palace door was closed, Song Qingtong glanced at the slightly thin figure in front of him, secretly thinking, how to win him as a partner, this is a difficult problem, he must hate her to death, right?
"Why save the orphan?"

Song Zhaoye's voice was clear and pleasant, it was an indistinguishable neutral voice.

"I don't want my uncle to die."

Hearing this, Song Zhaoye's lips curled up into a beautiful arc, his smiling face looked very soft, his eyes were as warm as spring, like a blooming lily, Song Qingtong couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

But he didn't notice, a flash of calculation flashed in Song Zhaoye's eyes, and he shot quickly and grabbed Song Qingtong's wrist. Song Qingtong immediately reacted, and instinctively wanted to shake off his restraint. Qingtong couldn't stand still, and threw herself into Song Zhaoye's arms. Song Qingtong was about to struggle, but Song Zhaoye yelled, "Don't move!" Then, he gasped because of the pain.

Song Qingtong didn't dare to move. He seemed weak, but he didn't expect such strength.What does he want to do?Want revenge?The wrist was clenched in pain, and she yelled in a low voice: "Let go of me, I have something to discuss with the emperor!"

The strength in Song Zhaoye's hand didn't decrease at all, and he frowned, "What he said is true, your martial arts are really useless." Saying that, he let go of his hand.

(End of this chapter)