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

Chapter 125 One day

When Xi Guang gradually filled the sky from the east, Song Qing'an poked his head out from under the brocade quilt.

Her dimples were blushing, perhaps because she was suffocated by the quilt.

She had just turned over and moved to one side when a long arm wrapped around her and pulled her back.

"The princess is awake now?"

Pei Qing leaned her chin on her smooth shoulder, narrowed her eyes, and said lazily, "It's still early, let's rest for a while."

Song Qing'an yawned at the right time, forced himself to wake up and said, "Pei Qing...it's time to go to court."

"Not today."

Pei Qing curled her lips, and buried her neck happily.

Song Qing'an was tickled by his rubbing, flinched and hid for a while, then turned around and hugged him.

"Those ministers..."

"Our family is going, aren't they the same?"

Song Qing'an half-opened one eye, with a lazy and weary expression, like a satiated fox: "How long will Pei's palm print last?"

"Follow the princess's will."

"is it?"

Song Qing'an squinted his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said indiscriminately: "Then Pei's palm prints should stay here today."

"No."

Pei Qing said softly, seeing that she was about to change her face, he changed the subject: "Does the princess want to leave the palace?"

Song Qing'an suddenly opened his eyes, and his sleepy eyes were clear for a moment: "Really?"

"When did our family cheat the princess?"

Pei Qing lowered her eyes, and there was a tenderness in her eyes that he hadn't realized.

"In one month, it will be the princess' birthday."

He followed her hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Does the princess have any birthday gifts she wants?"

Song Qing'an's still dull mind turned around before he could barely recall.

Yes... indeed, it's almost my birthday.

It's just that a birthday hasn't been celebrated in several years, and even the wedding ceremony is arranged by Zhu Yan, which is extremely simple.

She almost forgot about it, but Pei Qing remembered it without thinking about it.

Song Qing'an thought for a while, then half-jokingly said: "Is everything okay?"

"Yes."

She squinted her eyes again, with a malicious expression on her face: "If I say I want the throne, will I give Pei's palm print?"

"If the princess really wants it, there's nothing wrong with it."

"That's all right... If I really sit in that position, I'm afraid I will piss off several veterans."

Song Qing'an sneered, the rebellious words seemed like an extremely common joke among the two of them.

Pei Qing gave a light "um" and said lazily, "That means they don't know how to compliment."

"Of course they don't know how to praise, otherwise why would he still be in this position."

Song Qing'an muttered to himself, and moved closer, leaning against him comfortably: "Then I'll sleep for a while, and... go out of the palace later."

"Ah."

With indulgence in her words, Pei Qing carefully combed her temple hair.

……

"Cui Zhu, Mr. Palm Print...has he left?"

Zhu Yan stood outside the hall, wanted to enter but dared not, seeing Cui Zhu walking by, she hurriedly grabbed her to ask.

"It seems... not?"

Cuizhu looked at the closed palace door in surprise, and hesitated in a low voice.

"That……"

"Sister Zhuyan, if the princess has an order, she will definitely call you. Right now... it's better not to go in, just in case..."

Zhu Yan lightly "hissed", nodded, and took a few steps back.

"By the way, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Yan frowned, and looked at Cui Zhu suspiciously.

"I'll ask Eunuch Liu to help me bring the letter to my family."

Cuizhu touched the tip of her nose, then took out a letter from her sleeve and raised it.

Zhu Yan raised her eyebrows and didn't ask any more questions.

The people in the palace are not fatherless like her, and it is the most common thing to ask someone to contact the family or send something.

Cuizhu blessed her body and walked out of Mingguang Palace.

Zhu Yan turned back to look at the closed palace door, sighed leisurely and walked away.

They should be ordered to deliver the breakfast later, and... they should be avoided, lest some unlucky ones come to them.

Zhu Yan thought about it, her face turned serious, and she cleared her throat to give a lecture.
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"How is the situation in the palace?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, Your Majesty...is still confused."

Lin Yuan pondered over his words, thinking about how to tell the whole story.

Song Qinghuai frowned.

"Isn't it better before?"

"Your Highness...that was the case, but...but yesterday, the princess went to visit His Majesty. Afterwards, His Majesty..."

"You mean, is this matter related to Qing'an?"

"The subordinates didn't have such intentions, maybe... maybe it was just a coincidence."

Song Qinghuai paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, sighed for a while, "If I don't believe it, she must be resentful."

Linyuan bowed his head in silence, also thinking that Zhuyan may not have heard from Zhuyan for a long time.

"By the way, that thing...is there any whereabouts?"

Song Qinghuai tapped the table and asked softly.

"Your Highness." Mentioning this matter, Lin Yuan's expression was a bit subtle, "The people in the palace said...they had almost found it, but a few days ago, that thing suddenly...suddenly disappeared."

"Gone?"

Song Qinghuai's tone was the same as usual, with only a slight rise in the end, which didn't seem to be a surprise.

The back of Linyuan's neck felt cold: "Yes... they said, it seems... as if it was taken away by someone."

"Being taken away..."

Song Qinghuai repeated it in a low voice, until Lin Yuan was sweating, knees softened and knelt down.

"This subordinate is ineffective, please punish him, Your Highness!"

Song Qinghuai's brows were still elegant, but the hostility surging in his eyes forcibly tore away the gentle mask.

"Who do you think it could be?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while, then hesitantly replied: "Could it be... Your Majesty?"

"He is sick now, how can he divide his energy?"

Song Qinghuai flicked his sleeves: "I'm afraid there is someone else."

"Your Highness, could it be... the princess?"

Song Qinghuai paused, and after a while said slowly: "It shouldn't be, I'm keeping it from her, she won't know."

"In that palace, no one should know."

Lin Yuan said and raised his head: "Your Highness, maybe the news is a bit off, why don't you choose a day to go to the palace to find it?"

"No, there will be one more."

Song Qinghuai narrowed his eyes, and his voice gradually sank: "...Pei Qing."
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"My mother told me before that on the first day of marriage, I want my lover to comb my hair."

Song Qing'an was sitting in front of the dressing table, her three thousand ink hair was draped obediently.She looked into the mirror, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and beautiful.

Pei Qing stood behind, combing her hair with a comb.

Following his movements, Song Qing'an chanted softly, like a Jiangnan ditty.

"One comb to the head, two combs to the tail, three combs to white hair and eyebrows..."

"Isn't concubine Shu from Beijing?"

Song Qing settled down: "...well, my mother once said that she grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, and was taken to Beijing by her grandfather before she was born."

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows clearly, no wonder she had some Wu accent when she read the words just now.

"Princess, would you like to read it again?"

Song Qing'an raised his chin lightly, intending to tease him, so he took Qiao and said, "What if I say I don't want to?"

Pei Qing lowered her eyes and sneered, and pulled at her hair: "Then twist the princess's hair."

Song Qing'an immediately held his heart, frowned and pretended to be pitiful: "Is Pei's palm print willing to treat me so cruelly...?"

She is wearing plain clothes, she is as graceful as water.Pei Qing laughed angrily, poked the back of her head with the comb handle, and threatened: "Princess..."

"Hey...that's what I said."

Song Qing'an was poked so hard that his head tilted, and he covered his head and begged for mercy.

Pei Qing then withdrew her hand in satisfaction, and continued to gently comb her hair.Song Qing'an read every word, looking at all kinds of reluctance, but a smile leaked from the corners of his eyes and brows.

(End of this chapter)