The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 597

Song Xieyu sat down from Shanruliu, took the teacup and teapot that were idle aside, poured himself a cup, and his movements were smooth and pleasing to the eye.

"The second prince came to Beijing this time, probably not just to hide in the Four Seasons Garden like a mouse crossing the street?"

Xie An looked at Song Xieyu's unobtrusive and relaxed appearance, and felt his teeth itch with hatred. Looking at her demeanor, how desolate he was?

He is a dignified second prince, prince and grandson, and he is not as happy as a princess like Song Xieyu!

Another jar of wine was unsealed, and Xie An raised his head and downed it again: "Heh, what is the difference between me and a street mouse? Princess Yong came here this time to threaten me? Or is she going to report me in front of Xie Yang? ? Let me lose my life?"

Looking at Xie An's appearance, Song Xieyu shook his head with a look of compassion: "Tsk tsk, the second prince actually has such a downturn. It's a pity that I have never been interested in beating a dog in the water."

Xie An's hand holding the wine jar paused, the veins on the back of his hand protruded, and he lowered his head so that people could not see the emotion on his face clearly, only his drooping and suppressed voice could be heard.

"Song Xieyu, don't be hypocritical, you really came here to see the excitement and then leave? Who doesn't want to get kicked? Why are you pretending to be noble?"

When he said this, he suddenly became emotional, and looked at her viciously, his eyes were red, like a raging beast: "You and Xie Yang are the same breed! Hypocritical, think I will beg you? So you can count me again?"

"Don't think I don't know, you want to be Xie Yang's concubine! Song Xieyu, don't you feel bad about not getting what you want?" Xie An laughed like crazy, and fell into extreme madness.

Yushu Yuxian stood behind Song Xieyu, watching Xie An's every move with a wary face, for fear that he would violently hurt others again.

Xie An was still trying to provoke Song Xieyu, saying indiscriminately: "Do you think Xie Yang is interested in you? Xie Yang's mercenary temperament, if it wasn't for the Huaiyin Palace behind you..."

Seeing Song Xieyu's increasingly calm expression, his agitated emotions finally seemed to have been poured with a large basin of cold water, and all of them suddenly became cold, and his whole body was completely decadent.

Song Xieyu saw where he was limp, and clicked his tongue a few times: "Xie An, have you ever heard of the saying that mud can't support the wall?"

She sat up straight and poured another cup of tea. She picked up the celadon teacup with her slender fingers and slowly placed it in front of Xie An. The base of the teacup touched the wooden table, making a dull sound.

When he spoke again, his voice was filled with pity and sarcasm: "You, you are just a puddle of mud now."

Standing up, Song Xieyu flicked his sleeves and smoothed out the wrinkles on his body. The profile of his face was soft, but the tails of his eyes were hooked upwards, which seemed inexplicably rebellious.

"So what if I have a fancy to the power of my Huaiyin Palace? Isn't a relationship of mutual use safer and more stable than mutual love?"

"It's like a bastard in shallow water, it has no use value, and it is worse than a loach."

There was no one talking behind him, Song Xieyu got up and was about to leave, Yu Shucai pushed the door open, and when Song Xieyu was about to take a step, Xie Ancai behind him suddenly spoke, his voice lost the impetuousness and madness just now, calm and scary.

"Princess Yong, why don't we cooperate?"

Song Xieyu looked back with great interest, looked down at Xie An, tilted her head, and rarely showed the innocence of a little girl: "Oh? The second prince thinks, how should you talk about cooperation with me now? What do you think? Match yourself?"

Xie An sat up straight, with one leg crossed and the other bent, in a half-standing position, with his underwear open wide, revealing his cold white chest, looking at Song Xieyu from the bottom up, his eyes half raised, his eyes darker than Weekdays are deeper.

"Concubine Yong's visit this time must not be a chance encounter, isn't it useful to come to my place?"

After he finished speaking, he held the teacup that Song Xieyu had poured for him with his hands on his knees, and made a gesture of toasting her from a distance, his slender eyebrows and eyes were more open-minded and calm.

"Song Xieyu, why don't we both be more honest?"

Song Xieyu suddenly chuckled, and his slightly sharp face instantly became radiant because of this smile.

"Second Highness is smart. I came here really not to watch the fun. It's just that His Highness is asking for nothing more than entering the capital. Changle can't help."

Song Xieyu sat back down again, without drawing any big cakes, and cut straight to the point.

Xie Chu twitched the corners of his mouth in contempt, raised his teacup and drank it down in one gulp, not like a prince, but more like a ranger.

"I didn't count on you either."

Even if her father Song Qingshan, the king of Huaiyin, interceded for him, he would only anger his father, after all, what he committed was not a small crime, but a serious crime of treason!It is already a fluke to be able to save a life!
Now that the conversation has been spread out, Song Xieyu is not angry at the offense in Xie An's tone, but finds Xie An more pleasing to the eye.

"The second prince is so frank, and I won't hide it from you. Xie Yang once poisoned His Majesty. You don't need to worry about how I know about it. You just need to choose whether to believe me or not."

Song Xieyu's face was calm, even when he talked about poisoning today's day, he never fluctuated at all, as calm as if he was talking about what he had for lunch today.

"Whether the Second Highness believes it or not, Chang Le still has to reveal to you that now His Highness the Crown Prince has already blamed all the crimes on you. He has retreated unscathed and you have been demoted. His Highness the Crown Prince really contributed to it."

Song Xieyu watched helplessly as the calm on Xie An's face disintegrated in an instant, cracked little by little, and finally condensed into unprecedented anger.

Throwing the teacup in his hand against the wall viciously, the teacup made a violent shattering sound, and there was a gap in the wall, which looked very mottled and dazzling.

"Thank you! Yang!"

Sure enough, the one who can anger Xie An must be Xie Yang.

Wang Xingyuan, who came in with Song Xieyu, suddenly raised his eyelids, raised his voice, and said without emotion: "The wall of the elegant seat is damaged, and the repair fee is 20 taels of silver. Thank you, Prince, for your generosity!"

Prince Wang is Xie An's pseudonym. In order to prevent others from recognizing him, Huang Er changed his name to Wang Er.

Song Xieyu glanced at a scratch on the wall, suppressed a smile, and dared to ask for 20 taels of silver for just this scratch, as expected of the person she was looking for, this Wang Xingyuan was really courageous.

I'm afraid it's because Xie An didn't dare to speak up because he was sure that Xie An suffered from being dumb on purpose.

(End of this chapter)