Empress please be more ruthless

Chapter 20 Leng Junxie Returns

Song Zhaoye chuckled, and retorted: "The prime minister, as a foreign minister, who enters the inner court without the emperor's permission, shall be punished by beheading."

Chu Tianmo snorted coldly, "The real prime minister is His Majesty's prime minister, who has the right to enter and leave the inner court."

Song Zhaoye did not show any weakness, "This king is the prince of a country and has the right to intervene in political affairs."

Song Qingtong's head turned back and forth following the words of the two, seeing Chu Tianmo's eyes spitting fire, Song Zhaoye still "smiling sweetly", Song Qingtong's palms were dripping with sweat.My good emperor uncle, if you want to seek excitement and seek death, you don't need to plot rebellion at all. You don't need much, as long as you stand in front of Chu Tianmo with a smile and quarrel, he can help you achieve your wish.

The war is about to break out. In order not to hurt her little fish, Song Qingtong felt that they should make things right for them, blocking the light with her hands and raising her face, "Oh, the autumn sun is so poisonous, it makes people dizzy. Xiangfu, the emperor Uncle, shall we talk somewhere else?"

Before the two of them could answer, Song Qingtong wanted to leave, but Song Zhaoye grabbed her and said with a smile on his face, "Wait a minute, let's go together!"

As soon as the words were finished, a strong wind came from behind him, Song Zhaoye's eyes flashed, and at the same time he turned around and slapped Chu Tianmo's palm, Song Zhaoye couldn't help but take two steps back.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chu Tianmo moved forward, his clothes in the wind, and instantly stood beside Song Qingtong. Song Qingtong felt that Chu Tianmo seemed to be floating over, and his feet seemed to have no strength at all.

Good work!Could this be the legendary Lingbo Weibu?
Song Zhaoye narrowed his eyes and said contemptuously, "The Prime Minister is also doing sneak attacks!"

Chu Tianmo glanced at Song Zhaoye with a menacing gaze, lowered his head and said to Song Qingtong, "Your Majesty, today is the seven-day period."

Qinghe Palace dark room.

Song Qingtong sat cross-legged on the jade bed, Chu Tianmo was behind her, same as last time, with both palms resting on her back, exercising energy, faintly felt a weak air flow in Song Qingtong's body, Pei Yuan in the water mirror Danguo's real name is well-deserved, but even so, the possibility of her wanting to practice Xuanyang Kung Fu to the tenth position within a year is very slim.

After half an hour, I will receive my work.

Chu Tianmo sighed, "The emperor's heart is still not cruel enough."

Of course Song Qingtong understood what he was referring to. In fact, it was not difficult to dispel Chu Tianmo's misunderstanding of Song Zhaoye, but Song Zhaoye forbade her to tell the truth. Have you ever thought that there might be someone else who poisoned you?"

Chutian Mo looked at Song Qingtong with burning eyes, and said, "Fa Luan, I have already sent someone to investigate, and the suspicion can be ruled out."

"Father Xiang has checked it?" Song Qingtong's heart was shocked, and he asked again, "What is his origin?"

Chu Tianmo said: "This man's secular name is Du Huan. His ancestral home is Yanzhou, Shandong. Both his parents died since he was a child, and he was raised by his tribe. Because of his delicate and beautiful life, he was sold into a brothel at the age of 14. Just over three months ago He escaped, was bitten by a snake while passing by the Ganlu Temple, and was rescued by Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yuan didn’t want to accept him into the temple, but he told Cheng Yuan about his experience, Cheng Yuan took him in mercifully.”

Song Qingtong was confused, how could this be possible, could it be that Song Zhaoye was lying, no, she could tell whether a person was lying or not.

"How can Xiangfu be sure that Fa Luan is Du Huan?"

"The real minister ordered someone to take his portrait to the brothel in Shandong. After being identified by the old bustard, it was confirmed that it was Du Huan."

Song Qingtong remained silent. Although Chu Tianmo spoke convincingly, the woman's intuition told her that Fa Luan was seriously suspected.

Chu Tianmo took Song Qingtong's expression into his eyes, she didn't believe him!There was an inexplicable sourness in his heart, and even he himself couldn't explain why.

On the eighth day of August in the second year of Fengyuan in the Northern Qin Dynasty, General Leng Junxie returned to Beijing in victory.The empress personally led civil and military officials out of the palace to greet her.

Song Qingtong wore an exquisitely designed imperial crown and a crimson embroidered dragon robe, with a calm and dignified demeanor. Leng Junxie wore white python arrow sleeves, and his gait was vigorous and full of tension. The two entered the inner court hand in hand.

At this time, the night fell, and the Yong'an Hall was full of lights and festoons, and it was very lively.

Amidst the sound of congratulations, Song Qingtong and Leng Junxie sat down in the large throne at the same time. Song Qingtong's underwear was already wet with sweat, and the hand tightly held by Leng Junxie was hot. It was not her body temperature. .

Tilting his head and squinting at Leng Junxie beside him, he has a wide-shouldered, slender-waisted fan-faced body, a muscular body, a healthy wheat-colored skin, thin lips and sharp eyebrows, and small but expressive eyes. Ham gazed at himself affectionately.

Song Qingtong hastily bowed her head and took a sip of wine. After traveling through these days, she has been despised and treated coldly by men. When she suddenly received such a strong signal of love, Song Qingtong felt a little uncomfortable for a while. At the same time, she also clearly realized that, Leng Junxie's love was definitely not aimed at her.

Seeing Song Qingtong lower her head shyly, Leng Junxie couldn't help being in a good mood. She laughed heartily twice, clenched her hands even tighter, Song Qingtong frowned secretly, can't he be gentle?This hand must have been pinched green by him.At this time, the maids shuttled back and forth, offering wine and food.Not long after, the neatly arranged low carved lacquer tables on both sides of the main hall were filled with delicious delicacies.

All the officials sitting at the banquet were officials of the third grade or above. Song Qingtong made a short welcome speech and announced the beginning of the banquet.The drums were playing loudly, the sleeves were flying, and the atmosphere in the hall was warm. The ministers stepped forward to toast one after another. Leng Junxie drank one by one cheerfully. After taking a sip, an intoxicated smile appeared on his face, as if what he drank was not the wine, but the beauty in his eyes.

Song Qingtong felt that she had been swallowed by him alive, and was thinking about how to get out, but Leng Junxie lowered his head and put his mouth close to her ear, his voice was full of ambiguity and smelled of alcohol, "Tong'er, we will leave early tomorrow morning, let's rest early tonight."

The strong smell of alcohol, accompanied by the hot and humid breath, reaches deep in the cochlea, and itches all the way to the bottom of her heart. Song Qingtong hurriedly moved her body back, but in Leng Junxie's eyes, this turned into a desire to greet or refusal, secretly said, Tong'er When did you become twitchy?But the appearance of her youngest daughter's house looked very special, and he wished he could eat her right away.

At the first table under the throne, Dongfang Rui said at the right time: "It's getting late, and the emperor is also tired, so I'll take my leave."

(End of this chapter)