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

Chapter 135 Concealment
But maybe... There is not much time left for her to think.

Song Qing'an got out of the car early and entered Mingguang Palace through the small gate.

"Bamboo smoke."

She called out casually, and Zhu Yan immediately walked out of the hall.Song Qing'an originally wanted to ask if there was any accident yesterday, but stopped when he saw Zhu Yan's face.

Zhu Yan's expression was too weird, as if he was holding back something, he wanted to say it but he didn't dare to say it.She called "Princess" in a low voice, and then couldn't help but wink.

Song Qingan's face turned slightly cold, realizing what had happened.

"Who?"

She asked in a low voice, but Zhu Yan shook her head, only walked to her side as if to help her.

Song Qing'an frowned, and walked towards the hall.

"Brother came so early, what's the matter?"

Seeing Song Qinghuai who was like a sword in the inner hall, Song Qingan's heart tightened, but he still smiled as if nothing had happened.

Song Qinghuai's eyes seemed to glance over her earlobe unintentionally, and then said lightly, "Where have you been?"

"I'm a little bored, so I went out for a walk." Song Qing'an said as if nothing had happened, while sitting beside him, "How long has your brother been here?"

Song Qinghuai looked sideways at her fixedly: "I came yesterday."

The corners of Song Qing'an's lips froze slightly, and for a moment he suspected that Song Qinghuai was cheating on her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Zhu Yan lowering her head, and then looked at Song Qinghuai in front of her, her eyes were slightly black and blue, she really might have come here last night...

Song Qingan lowered his head very quickly, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Brother, I'm sorry, yesterday... I slipped out."

Song Qinghuai gave a low "hmm": "I know, Zhuyan said it."

Hearing this, Song Qing'an was about to raise her head to look at Zhu Yan, but the next moment Song Qinghuai's words pushed her head back: "If I don't come, how long are you going to keep it from me?"

Song Qing'an twisted the handkerchief and responded silently.

Song Qinghuai sighed, and said, "Don't blame Zhuyan, she called me here yesterday."

Song Qingan paused, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Song Qinghuai said to himself: "Concubine Chen has come to look for you. If I hadn't stopped you in time, your leaving the palace would have been exposed."

"Yue'er, what have you been doing?"

Song Qinghuai spoke to her earnestly, as if he was not angry at her going out of the palace without permission, but worried that something might happen to her.

Song Qing'an pursed her lips, then raised her head again.

The timid look on her face was gone, and her eyes turned cold; "Zhuyan, get down."

After Zhu Yan also left and only two brothers and sisters were left in the palace, Song Qing'an continued, "Brother didn't want to ask me what I was going to do, but... who did I leave the palace with?"

Song Qinghuai smiled, like a brother who could tolerate the little girl's willful temper infinitely: "Yue'er, I don't mean that."

"Brother has been waiting for me here all night, what exactly do you want to ask, don't I know?"

Song Qingan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him seriously: "I left the palace by myself, but I just asked someone...to help me a little."

Song Qinghuai raised his eyebrows: "Yue'er, it's not that easy to get out of the palace gate. It's a small favor, I'm afraid ordinary people can't do it."

"Brother, I have been in the palace for so many years, can I not know some ways to steal it?"

Song Qing'an got up a little irritatedly, twisting the handkerchief more and more tightly in his hand: "Anyway, I'm fine. If brother has nothing else to do, let's go quickly."

"Is Yue'er driving me away?"

As Song Qinghuai said, he leaned back, apparently not intending to leave.

"Elder brother has stayed in the palace for too long, so it's inevitable that he will come to the truth."

"If Yue'er was found out when she left the palace, wouldn't it be okay?"

Song Qinghuai retorted, making Song Qing'an choke.

"But... I haven't been found."

She struggled with lack of confidence, knowing that if Song Qinghuai did not come yesterday, even if Pei Qing had a way, she would be in extreme trouble.

If it doesn't work... Maybe it will expose her and Pei Qing.

"Does Yue'er recognize this?"

Song Qinghuai handed out the plum blossom-shaped earrings in his hand very naturally, but his other hand was unconsciously clenched.

Song Qingan's eyes settled on his palm, and then doubts arose.

Song Qinghuai watched her reaction carefully, looking for any flaws.

However, Song Qing'an just showed some doubts, reached out to take the earring, looked at it for a while and said: "Where did you get it, brother?"

"Pick it up."

He answered concisely, and Song Qing'an was obviously speechless for a moment.

"Brother, I naturally recognize these earrings. I have a pair myself. It's just that this style is not uncommon in Beijing. If you want to use this to determine who the owner is, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

After Song Qing'an finished speaking, he put the earrings on the table and pushed in Song Qinghuai's direction: "Brother, why do you ask this?"

"nothing."

Song Qinghuai lowered his eyes faintly, and loosened his clenched hands a little.

The lines on Song Qing'an's lips were faintly stretched, and his chest was bulging.

That is the earring she dropped in that shop.

Sure enough...it really was picked up by my brother.

Did he guess something?
Song Qing'an looked at Song Qinghuai's face, trying to find some clues.

Song Qinghuai looked up suddenly, Song Qingan didn't notice for a while, and collided with his eyes.

"Did Yue'er really go out alone?"

Song Qing'an hastily lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "...Yes."

She took a few deep breaths, as if mustering up her courage, she leaned over to Song Qinghuai, and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to the old mansion of the Lu family."

Song Qinghuai was taken aback for a moment, then quickly grabbed her wrist: "No one saw it?"

Song Qing'an was in pain from being dragged, but she didn't show it: "...No one."

"Brother, it's been deserted for a long time."

Song Qinghuai murmured: "...Yes."

He slowly let her go, closed his eyes and said, "This is too risky, why don't you tell me the prophet?"

"Don't you often hide things from me when you do things?"

Song Qing'an secretly pinched her wrist again, the pain distorted her voice for a moment, as if she was crying.

Song Qinghuai's brows moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Yue'er, you know, there are some things..."

"Some things, I know there are dangers, don't I?"

Song Qingan's eyes flickered: "But brother, next month... will be my birthday. Brother, I am no longer a child, you don't have to protect me all the time."

"I don't have anything to do there, I just went to see... After that, I miss my mother a little."

Song Qing'an took Song Qinghuai's hand and put it close to his palm, feeling the painful calluses in his palm: "Fengquan Palace is not a place for mother to stay, she must... really want to go home, really want to see grandpa Bar."

Song Qing'an unknowingly misled the Huatou, and Song Qinghuai had no intention of exploring whether his words were true.He only raised his arms to embrace Song Qing'an, and patted her on the back to comfort her.

"Yue'er, it's my brother's fault for hiding it from you, but there are some things... I really don't want you to know."

Song Qinghuai straightened up, and gently smoothed the broken hair at her temples with one hand.

"It's good to be like this now."

Song Qing'an licked his somewhat dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, brother doesn't want to say... that's all."

"But can I... ask something?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Brother, how do you plan to deal with Pei Qing?"

Song Qinghuai fell silent, looking at Song Qing'an quietly.His face was so calm that it was frightening, but Song Qingan was still looking into his eyes.

The two stalemate for a long time, and finally Song Qinghuai gave in: "...We will discuss the future matters later."

Song Qing'an understood, and nodded slightly: "Okay."

It is good to have such a result.

(End of this chapter)