Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 8 The most perfect cosplayer

He smiled and said, "It's inconvenient to tell."

Heh~ Sure enough.

The god stick liar, made up nonsense and made her head up.

Song Yuan coughed twice: "Master, please don't tease me. Song Yuan is dead. I am Guan Yan. I am in severe pain. If it is over, can you let me take a good rest?"

She is very pitiful, her eyes and tone are very good, without any flaws.

The great Wu Zhiyan was silent, and after he got up he hesitated again and again, and said: "I have a little understanding of the mind reading technique."

Yo yo yo~ You can read minds too, but it's obvious to you, so what?

Song Yuan still acted recklessly, only looking at him with a smiling face.

"So, I know you are here."

Song Yuan: "." Is the world so ridiculous?
The smile on his face froze a bit, Song Yuan restrained himself in embarrassment, and the great Wu Zhiyan stepped back from the altar and asked Liang He to come in.

The two of them talked together, their voices were not loud, and Song Yuan couldn't hear clearly, but Liang He's brows loosened suddenly and told her that Liang He had already believed that she was Guan Yan, but Xu Yingrong, who was standing behind Liang He, had an expressionless expression on her face. Staring at himself restlessly.

uh-huh?Song Yuan raised his eyebrows, looking for trouble?

"Master." Before the big Wu Zhiyan finished speaking, Xu Yingrong couldn't wait to say: "Guan Yan doesn't seem to be doing well."

Before she finished speaking, she strode up the mountain of sacrifice, staring at Song Yuan with piercing eyes, and took Guan Yan's hand as soon as she squatted down, with a concerned look on her face: "Is there any discomfort?"

'Hoo! Song Yuan said in his heart: "It's really a good show, but if she didn't wake up the day she was robbed of the prison, she had seen enough of Xu Yingrong's trouble-seeking face, and she would really be deceived by her now, thinking that Guan Yan and her have a good relationship." '

Looking at the corners of her grinning uncontrollably, Song Yuan unceremoniously pushed her away: "What does it have to do with you? Our relationship is not so good."

Xu Yingrong exclaimed, and accidentally fell to the clay doll next to her. Song Yuan saw what she wanted at a glance, and immediately threw herself on her. As soon as she hit it, she fell backwards, grabbed Song Yuan subconsciously, and the two of them rolled down the sacrifice mountain together, a corner of the sacrifice mountain collapsed, and in an instant, the dense bones rolled down at an angle.

The sudden movement alarmed Liang He and Dawu Zhiyan who were still talking, and when they looked over, Song Yuan had already been half buried by dense bones.

"Yan'er." Liang He rushed over immediately.

Song Yuan was pulled out by him, and limp in his arms, his sleeves slid to his elbows, just revealing the cut cut by animal bones on his smooth forearm.

Liang He felt distressed, and hurriedly picked her up, and Xu Yingrong, who had struggled out of the animal bones, also hurriedly grabbed Liang He's clothes: "Master."

With a cold face, Liang He completely ignored her, took Song Yuan aside and sat down, and immediately looked distressed again: "Why did you fall down so well?"

Song Yuan:?Don't tell me you didn't see it.

Even though she was so slanderous, Song Yuan still had to do her best. Biting the corner of her lips, she glared at Xu Yingrong who had crawled out with teary eyes. She grabbed Liang He's skirt and hesitated to speak, feeling full of grievances. Shaking his head: "I didn't stabilize, I bumped into her, and I fell down."

This made Song Yuan want to laugh. If she hadn't snooped on more of her memories during the fight with Guan Yan, she would never have imagined that Guan Yan would be so annoying.

Xu Yingrong has a hot temper and speaks straight to the point. Although she is not forgiving, she also works hard when she should. Liang He often takes her to do some important things, but Guan Yan is excluded, which makes Guan Yan very upset, so She has often dug holes for Xu Yingrong, but she still has the ability to make herself look innocent.

Isn't this the way wives and concubines in the back house of the palace fooled her father and king?

"Green tea." Xu Yingrong cursed, although she didn't understand what she meant by scolding her for green tea, but at the moment Song Yuan only thought she was stupid, with such an aggressive temper, no wonder she would be tricked by Guan Yan.

"Boss, she's not Guan Yan."

Her clamor made Liang He frown, his face full of impatience, obviously he didn't believe Xu Yingrong's words at all.

"The puppet is not broken." Dawu Zhiyan's answer was ambiguous, and Song Yuan felt that this guy was taking revenge on him.

If you just say that you are Guan Yan, will you lose meat?

"Liang He." Song Yuanrou said weakly and timidly: "Xu Yingrong doesn't believe it, let her check it out by herself, whether it's hypnosis or whatever."

Xu Yingrong was almost disgusted by her face, and immediately took out her bell and shouted angrily: "You said that."

Just as she was about to make a move, the bell in her hand was snatched away by Liang He. Without any scruples, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Yan'er." Liang He stared into Song Yuan's eyes, and asked cautiously: "Do you still remember why you and I met on the Yulan Festival? What did you say?"

Hungry Ghost Festival?
You even came to test me.

Song Yuan was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat. Under Liang He's gradually calm and questioning eyes, Song Yuan finally found the answer from his messy memory: "Remember, we went to worship the dead together that day, I told you , One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die."

"I'll just say it's you." Liang He finally showed a relaxed smile, hugged Song Yuan, and looked at Xu Yingrong proudly.

The smell of blood on his body seemed to be stronger, and Song Yuan felt sick for a while.

In my memory, the Changhe River in Chengyang County broke its embankment, and the prince did not handle it well, which caused an epidemic. In order to cover up for the prince, Liang He asked himself to prevent the epidemic and moved all the sick people to the outer suburbs under the banner of disaster relief. Hundreds of people were killed by a fire He was burned to death, and then he wrote to the court saying that there would be no epidemics after the disaster, and the prince was rewarded by Emperor Taikang for this.

Afterwards, Liang He rescued all the common people who died in vain on the Yulan Festival, and Guan Yan comforted him, and once he succeeded, his bones would die.

Pooh!These two shameless villains still think they are kind, don't they?
Is this how to use one general to succeed and ten thousand bones to dry?

This matter made Song Yuan hate them from the bottom of his heart, and the prince, who has done nothing for so many years.

She gritted her teeth angrily, and added another reason for her contempt and hatred for Dong Gong.

The sudden shout from "Young Master" brought back Song Yuan's rationality, and she pushed Liang He away and looked at the guards who rushed over, "Huo Ying is here."

Liang He's complexion changed drastically, and when he looked outside, he could already see the flames shooting up to the sky outside the wall. He didn't bother to ask more questions, and immediately got up and went out after giving the guard a wink. Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, and only approached the courtyard gate, hiding Look in the corner.

Outside the courtyard wall, soldiers were already standing. They held their torches high. Their cold armor made the flames lose their warmth. All of them looked serious. Huo Ying, the leader, even looked at this side indifferently with an unsmiling face. Tiny yard.

The official robes on his body were meticulously arranged. Even after walking a section of muddy mountain road, the official robes were clean, which was very different from the shoes covered in yellow mud.

It is really rigorous and self-cleaning.

"Lord Huo?" Liang He calmly stepped forward to salute, "It's so late at night, why?"

Huo Ying was indifferent and serious: "Someone reported to the police that there were witches and voodoo spells here, and I came here to investigate thoroughly."

(End of this chapter)