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

Chapter 124
Pei Qing flicked her fingers around her hair.

"Princess……"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't, Pei Zhangyin wants to say this, doesn't he?"

Song Qing'an raised his head, raised his eyebrows and said mockingly.

Pei Qing scoffed: "It's good that the princess knows."

"But Pei Zhangyin, I've told you so much, if you don't tell me something, wouldn't it be too much of a loss for me?"

Pei Qing looked at Song Qing'an whose eyes were burning brightly, as if the sad and uncontrollable her before was just an illusion.

"Does the princess really want to listen?"

Pei Qing coiled her hair slowly again, and brushed the ends lightly over her cheek.

"really."

Song Qing'an was scratched so badly that he shrank his neck and hid back.

Pei Qing frightened her: "I know that everyone in our family is dead, even so, does the princess want to listen?"

"Then let me be your exception."

Song Qingan held his hand tightly, and smiled lightly.

Pei Qing snorted and fell silent.

He raised his hand again, half of the lamps and candles in the hall were extinguished again.

If Pei Qing did this before because Song Qing'an was crying so hard that the lamps were too bright to avoid dazzling; then now, it is purely selfish.

Song Qing'an moved aside calmly, and pulled off the ribbon that tied the curtain.

Pei Qing pretended not to notice her small movements, and only pulled her back.

"Then our family... let's talk to the princess."

For more than ten years, the past that had been buried in his heart had rotted due to too long a suppression, turning into poisonous water, eroding him little by little.

The so-called "information" that Liu Quan found out about He Xiu brought back his very unpleasant memories.

Song Qing'an restrained his smile, and heard Pei Qing speak slowly.The low and soft voice is cold, like a cold poisonous snake passing by.

His birth into this world was a sin.

His mother was a famous oiran 20 years ago.

After finding out that she was pregnant, her mother spent most of her savings and asked the old godly woman to allow her to give birth to a child.

She named him Pei Qing, Pei, which was her former surname.

When he was three or four years old, he was sent away from the capital to a village on the outskirts of Beijing.

Pei Qing inherited her mother's beauty, but her overly prominent appearance was regarded by the villagers as a monster.In addition, he knows things early, has a cold temper, and doesn't know how to curry favor with others, so the villagers don't like him even more.

People looked down on his mother's identity, and embezzled the silver remitted by her mother.

Gossip and gossip from the village would always reach his ears.

"I don't know who his father is, and his mother is..."

Whenever this point is mentioned, there will be a burst of contemptuous and ambiguous laughter.

Outside the house, the young Pei Qing listened with a cold face, twisting off the head of the mouse that jumped by with one hand.

He lived a life of exclusion and bullying for two years.

Only the old village head treated him well, even though he only provided him with a place to settle down, food and clothing.But at that time, Pei Qing kept it in his heart. This little kindness was the light that supported him.

However, when someone came from the palace, the formerly kind old village chief smiled flatteringly and pushed him out.

Pei Qing looked at the broken silver in the village chief's hand and the grandson in his arms, and understood everything.

With a "poof", something went out in my heart.

The days after entering the palace to purify were inhumanly painful. Several virgin boys were lying in a room almost naked like animals, the wounds on their bodies were so painful that people trembled all over.

At that time, Pei Qing's dreams were full of the faces of the villagers.And every time I woke up from the dream, I would feel pain like a knife.

Fate also favored him from time to time, for example, he recovered smoothly, for example, he finally became the palm seal of the supervisor of ceremonies in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Become the sharpest knife in the hands of the emperor.

Pei Qing has killed countless people along the way.He has long forgotten most of them, but he still remembers a few.

One is the old eunuch Zeng Xiao missed him, and the other... is the people from that village.

"Let me guess...Pei's palm print certainly didn't make these people die easily?"

Pei Qing pursed her lips and smiled, with some blood: "Naturally."

Those people are as stupid as ever, and they don't hesitate to swing knives at those around them for their own survival.

Of course...they were all dead.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his breath tinged with excitement.Those faces begging for mercy in fear are like present, that land is watered by the blood of the people he hates.

"... Now that the princess knows about it, do you regret it?"

Pei Qing spoke slowly, and her palm pressed against her neck in a menacing manner.

Song Qing'an laughed, how did he get this habit of choking people's necks?

She clearly felt that although Pei Qing was aggressive, his killing intent was subtle.The hand on the neck was too cold, and it was still trembling slightly.

He was afraid, afraid that she would hate him because of it.

She put her hand on her neck, and said softly: "I never do things that I regret. Therefore, if I really want to regret the palm of Pei, I only regret that I didn't meet you earlier."

Pei Qing seemed to be stiff, so she easily took his hand away.

Song Qing'an knelt up and sat up silently. In the dark environment, the breathing of the people around him was amplified.

"Pei's palm print."

She read softly, put her hand on his shoulder, and pushed back.

Pei Qing was unprepared and was pushed down on the couch by her.

Song Qing'an immediately leaned over, her long hair fell down like water, and lay softly on Pei Qing's body.

Before Pei Qing could react, she lowered her body and tentatively covered his lips.

She made progress little by little in the temptation, and the fragrance of the freshly bathed body was intertwined with the agarwood on Pei Qing's body.

But this kiss is so bitter...

Song Qingan blinked, and the corners of his lips slipped salty and moist.

In the darkness, Pei Qing stared at her with dark eyes, feeling helpless for a moment.

"Princess……"

He seemed to sigh, and then the world was spinning. Song Qing'an narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't understand why he was lying on the couch.

The people in front of him kept approaching, Song Qingan couldn't help closing his eyes.The warm softness covers the eyes, and it is split when you touch it, and it goes down a little bit.

He kissed her eyes and the wet tears on her face.

Song Qing'an's breathing gradually became heavy, and when Pei Qing was about to get up, she suddenly stretched out her arms, hooked his neck and hugged him back.

Heavy gauze curtains floated down behind, and the wind shuttled through them, and the soft red gauze swayed slowly, drawing a beautiful arc.

Song Qing'an hugged him hard, as if he was afraid that he would walk away.

"Princess, look at me."

Song Qingan's eyelashes trembled, and they opened slowly.

Pei Qing looked into her eyes so closely.

He tried to find some loathing and fear, but found nothing.

In her eyes, there is only his reflection.

This kiss was not contaminated with any desire, it was pure comfort, like two wounded little beasts licking each other's wounds.

Song Qing'an seven years ago, and Pei Qing 14 years ago, have found someone who can accompany them.

The hole in my heart seemed to be being filled by something.

Two dissimilar aromas are intertwined and entangled in one place, circling around the palace room.The candle flames flickered, and candle tears dripped down one drop after another, gradually condensing into one piece under the lamp holder.

The sound outside the hall gradually subsided, only occasionally one or two unknown little sparrows twittered past.

The mountains, rivers and stars all sleep in this night.

(End of this chapter)