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

Chapter 145 Agarwood
Song Qing'an tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes to look at Pei Qing, and swept him sideways.

There were dimples on her face, her ten fingers moved slightly, and the plain clothes floated to the ground.Song Qing'an took advantage of the situation and turned around to hook Pei Qing, and suddenly approached him, almost touching his cheek.

"Pei's palm print, this is the only thing that needs to be handed over to me."

After all, he was sent by his elder brother. In the final analysis... he was on her side.What if... what if there are shadow guards among them?Pei Qing had always only dealt with deadly actions, which deepened the conflict between her elder brother and him, which was not a good thing for her.

Pei Qing seemed to be stunned for a moment by her actions, and then she let out a low laugh. She pressed her palm against her smooth back, and then slowly stroked upwards, plucking the fragile and slender tie one by one.

"Princess don't think about it anymore?"

"Pei Qing."

Song Qing'an posted some more to let him feel himself more clearly.

She only called out once, and Pei Qing stopped unexpectedly obediently, only narrowed her narrow eyes, and moved her fingertips down again, circling her waist in a threatening and ambiguous manner.

Song Qing'an snorted, and fell on his shoulder as if he had no bones, but still pinched him hard.

But she didn't have the guts after all, this time didn't look like a counterattack, but more like acting like a baby.

Pei Qing was not in a hurry, and let her rely on herself.After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of incense does the princess burn?"

Song Qing'an's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and his dimples crept slightly red.

This is a bit of her secret thoughts, she originally thought that the smell is so subtle that no one should notice it.

"It's just... just some ordinary incense."

She spoke vaguely, only hoping to get away with it.

Pei Qing seemed to laugh, and said quietly: "But our family remembers that the princess burns incense in the front hall, that's not the case."

Song Qing'an froze and couldn't help thinking.

Are you a dog nose?

"Dog nose" Pei Qing obviously couldn't be fooled so easily, Song Qing'an was silent, and retorted in a low voice: "Talk as if you know."

"Our family naturally knows that the incense used by the princess in the past has always been Yuelin incense."

He never thought that Pei Qing would seriously talk to her. He lit several kinds of incense, and finally paused subtly: "Our family thinks that the incense in the Princess Palace is very similar to..."

He didn't go on talking, he didn't hang Song Qing'an on purpose, but the latter suddenly raised his hand to cover his lips.

Song Qing'an's face was dyed pink, with anger and shame in his eyes, he said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

She had the guts to flirt with Pei Qing, and she spoke frankly about love, but inexplicably harbored secret thoughts about these details, for fear of being discovered by others.

Pei Qing was held back by this soft hand, so she really didn't say anything.However, his curved eyes silently told Song Qing'an that he already knew about it.

Song Qing'an put down his hands angrily, distanced himself from him, and turned his back: "Pei's palm print depends on my background, so don't bother me to change clothes here."

At this time, she looked like a furious cat that exploded. Pei Qing laughed, and replied with a very good temper: "Yes, take your time, princess, our family will wait outside."

After speaking, he actually went out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away behind him, Song Qing'an relaxed his tense body and rubbed his slightly hot cheeks.

She liked the aloes on Pei Qing very much.

However, he couldn't see him every day, so Song Qing'an went to the prison of the palace, and asked for some incense sticks with aloe scent.

Although this is outside the regulation, there are some exceptions.Shen Gongjian was willing to sell the rising princess a favor, and she got a lot without much effort.

Even so, she was still worried that people would notice if the fragrance was too strong, so she only lit one or two sticks each time.

The light agarwood was then mixed into other incense, only occasionally leaking out one or two wisps.She could only smell the purest agarwood for a moment when it was first lit.

But that's enough.

It was clearly a trivial matter, but Pei Qing still felt ashamed to know such a thing.

As if she couldn't live without him...

Song Qing'an curled her lips, and went around behind the screen to find the dance clothes she wore earlier.

The dance dress hadn't been touched for a long time, and it took her a while to find it out.Song Qing'an froze when putting the cover on his body.

This dance dress seems...a little tight?
After putting it on, Song Qing'an stretched it casually, completely convinced.

The dance clothes are tight, she...is fatter than before.

Probably had some comfortable days.

Song Qing'an didn't pay much attention to it. Although the dance clothes were a little tighter, her figure was just a little fatter than before, and she still looked thinner overall.

The previous bun was untied because of changing clothes, Song Qingan went to the bronze mirror, and simply combed the bun again before going out.

Pei Qing sat on the couch very naturally, half leaning on the soft pillow, her posture was extremely leisurely and lazy, as if she was in her own territory.

His snow clothes were very eye-catching, and Song Qing'an saw him immediately.

"Pei's palm print, do you want to go outside?"

"No, it's right here."

Seeing her come out, Pei Qing sat up a little bit, and looked at her deeply with her lacquered eyes.

He didn't want others to see this.

Really... If she didn't want to help herself, he would have taken care of these redundant people long ago.

Song Qing'an looked around and didn't see a single palace official, so he knew that Zhuyan Cuizhu had already informed them.

She didn't start immediately, but asked Pei Qing: "Pei's palm print is here in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being talked about?"

"Why, the princess is worried about her reputation?"

When Pei Qing pronounced the last two words, she pronounced her words emphatically, appearing extremely mocking.Song Qing'an had long been used to his occasional half-yin and half-yang tone, and didn't pay much attention to it: "Pei Zhangyin, there are a lot of opinions on you outside, don't you care at all?"

"If our family cared, we wouldn't be here anymore."

Pei Qing snorted and stroked the creases on her clothes: "Is this enough reason for our family to discuss the birthday party with the princess?"

Song Qingan raised the corners of his lips, bowed his head obediently: "Naturally enough."

Pei Qing chuckled nonchalantly, and waited for her to move with a calm look.

Song Qing'an had almost forgotten about what Yu Shu taught.

Not to mention the dance, she turned her back and made a starting pose according to her vague memory, and then slowly recalled the subsequent movements.

Swinging sleeves, lowering waist... Song Qingan's dancing posture was still very jerky at first, but gradually, those memories flooded back like a flood.

When she recalled it, her movements were as natural as flowing water.It's just that I haven't danced for a long time, so my body is inevitably stiff.

After turning around, Song Qing'an glanced at the place where Pei Qing was sitting from the corner of his eye, but found that the white was gone.

While in a daze, a familiar aura appeared beside him.

Pei Qing came to the side at some point and looked at her quietly.

Song Qing'an came to his senses, and just about to lean over, Pei Qing stretched out his hand suddenly.

He supported her bent back waist, raised his thin lips, and said softly, "Your body is quite soft."

Song Qing'an was taken aback, Pei Qing had let go of her hand, and nodded slightly to her: "Continue."

She pursed her lips, as if she understood.

Is that how he sees the bottom line?
(End of this chapter)