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

Chapter 153
"If I didn't have half the sincerity, I was attacked that day...why should I guard you..."

Song Qingan spoke intermittently, as if suppressing the choking in his voice.

"I'm completely... completely free to leave... and I don't have to cover up for you when my brother is looking for you."

Pei Qing snorted lightly, and said softly: "Although that's the case, how do you know what happened that day, is it the princess who planned it all by herself?"

Every word of his was like a heavy hammer, hitting her bit by bit, making her have a splitting headache.

Song Qing'an really wanted to strangle him to death on the couch.

The silver light flickered on and off, and the tent went dark again, but she seemed to be a little more awake, and panickedly realized what she was doing.

At that moment just now, the soaring killing intent almost swallowed her sanity.

She just wanted...just to kill the blasphemy in front of her.

Now that Song Qingan has regained her clarity, she is unavoidably afraid, but the burst of anger has not dissipated.

"You... really think so?"

Song Qingan asked slowly with a hoarse voice.In fact, she couldn't use much strength, she just wanted to maintain some dignity, and forced herself to hold Pei Qing down.

But she knew in her heart that even without Pei Qing's hands, as soon as she let go, she would fall to the side.

Pei Qing's silence really made Song Qing'an feel suffocated.

There was warmth in her eyes, accompanied by an unbearable soreness.

The strength strangling her neck dissipated, but Pei Qing didn't move.

In fact, he would rather Song Qingan continue to pinch her.

Under the calm water was a turbulent undercurrent, Pei Qing moved slightly.Song Qingan's strength is nothing to him, and it may not leave any traces.

But the bitter pain is like a silk thread, scattered from the heart like around.

He had suffered many injuries, and the most serious one almost crippled his martial arts.

But it seems... It's not as good as it is now.

Pei Qing shook hands again, feeling a little dazed rarely.

Song Qing'an let go of his hand in a slump, and forced himself to sit on one side with his body steady.

"Forget it... I really shouldn't ask Pei Zhangyin about this."

She gritted her teeth secretly, suppressed her trembling voice, and said calmly, "That being the case... Let's go, I want to rest."

Pei Qing looked at her with dark eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Song Qing'an lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, there was a rustling sound.Then he leaned to the side, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The darkness was like water, wrapping her up and gradually pouring into her mouth and nose.The sound of continuous rain caused her forehead to swell and hurt, and she was jumping.

Song Qingan curled himself up.

She only sobbed a few times, then burst into a low laugh.

She should have thought of it a long time ago... Why did she choose to humiliate herself today?
No matter how lingering in the past...he was always dressed neatly, even though he was willing to tell himself about the past, he still didn't want her to get closer to that place.

If so, how could Pei Qing let her really intervene in his affairs?
Even if it's just about caring...

Song Qing'an really felt that he was stupid and ridiculous, but he couldn't even understand this point, and he still harbored naive fantasies.

In the final analysis, at first... At first, her purpose was not just to use him?
How did it get to where it is now?
She is still so stupidly immersed in it, enjoying things that shouldn't belong to her, whether it's love...love...it shouldn't be hers.

She almost forgot what she should do.

Song Qing'an wiped away the tear stains on his face indiscriminately, and pressed the forehead that was jumping wildly.

But his chest was still shaking violently.

The loss of control at that moment made Song Qing'an's heart palpitate until now, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to calm down.

She really felt that if she had a dagger in her hand at that time, she would stab it without hesitation.

She seemed...seemed to be more serious than before.

Song Qingan frowned, pressed his chest, and bit his lips tightly.

Why...why does she look more and more like her father?
Song Qing'an suddenly took a few breaths, fearing that the noise would attract people, he immediately bit his lips, and the fishy-sweet smell gradually escaped from his lips and teeth.

The pain on her lips finally woke her up.

Pei Qing didn't feel it before, but after he left, Song Qing'an suddenly felt extremely lonely.

She thought belatedly.

Why did you really leave...

Song Qing'an licked his lips, and the smell of blood in his mouth became stronger.

The rain outside the hall was never less, and the entire capital was shrouded in heavy rain.

The overwhelming rain seems to wash away all the filth.

But the person who should have left did not.

In front of the window of the inner hall of Mingguang Palace, a white figure stood.

The rain falling from the eaves formed a water curtain, Pei Qing lowered her eyes, and stood quietly in front of the window, but remained motionless, as if she was afraid of startling the people inside.

Even though it didn't rain, the damp moisture at night hit from all sides and was absorbed by the fabric, making it still very cool.

He could naturally use his internal force to dry the clothes, but he let the damp clothes stick to his body.

Pei Qing raised her hand, trying to close the window lattice, but finally put it down.

Song Qing'an sat on the couch all night, and barely fell asleep until the rain stopped.

What she didn't know was that, just across the window, someone stood still until the rain broke.

Pei Qing did not leave immediately, but took out something from the lapel.

He clenched his palms, and it took him a long time to let them go.And lying on the palm of his hand were two earrings worn by the most common court ladies.

Pei Qing stared for a long time, a little distracted.

On the night they first met, Song Qingan handed over this pair of earrings to him.

Pei Qing looked at the window sill, as if thinking about whether to put the earrings on it.But after a while, he still put away the earrings.

That's all... let him be selfish.

If that day really comes, he can at least... be able to take her things with him.

I don't know if it's hers or not.

Pei Qing sneered, and her figure disappeared into the rising water vapor.
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Zhu Yan still didn't see Pei Qing in the inner hall, but this was a common occurrence, so she didn't take it to heart.

However, when she opened the curtain, she was still taken aback.

Song Qing'an's complexion was pale, there was still a blood mark on his lips, the brocade was covered in a mess, he was really in a mess.

Previously, the princess had at most some marks on her body, but it had never been so obvious.

The palm prints are too light...

Zhu Yan muttered to himself, while quietly putting down the tent.

Seeing that the princess has not rested well, let her sleep for a while.

By the way... Who is the princess going to give that letter to...

Zhu Yan paused in the hall for a while, then went to the dressing table lightly and opened the drawer.

However, this noise woke up Song Qing'an.

With a soft hiss, she turned over on the couch, half-closed her eyes and propped herself up.

Zhu Yan didn't care about any letters, and trotted to see her.

"Will the princess not rest for a while? The servant girl is watching, the princess is not in a good spirit."

Zhu Yan spoke euphemistically, with worry in his eyes.

Song Qing'an lowered her eyes and shook her head lightly: "It's nothing, just dress me up."

"Princess, that letter..."

Song Qing'an was silent, and whispered: "Give it to brother."

"……Yes."

Zhu Yan was aware of Song Qing'an's weird mood, so she didn't say any more, just retreated as instructed.

(End of this chapter)