The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 877
"Okay, the king has agreed to this matter." Xie An almost gritted his silver teeth, and his voice was full of gnashing of teeth.

Song Xieyu didn't expect Xie Anneng to agree so readily, raised his eyebrows, sighed, and said meaningfully: "His Royal Highness, don't think about it anymore? This is not a small sum."

When Xie An heard her words, the veins on his forehead couldn't help jumping up. She also knew that this was not a small sum?She opened her mouth so much, why is she pretending to be merciful by running out at this time? It's a typical example of being both right and wrong!
"No, just take it as a repayment to Princess Yong for helping me cover up the fact that I went back to Beijing without authorization." Xie An said it calmly and generously, but his heart was bleeding.

Song Xieyu only thought it was funny when he heard him mention the events back then, Xie An was still playing tricks on her at this time, hoping to use this incident to remind her of the alliance between the two back then?
It's a pity that she, Song Xieyu, is not an ignorant village woman who is easy to fool. She knows who he is Xie An better than anyone else. people.

He put on a good face, but it would be better if the expression on his face was controlled more naturally.

"Words are not proven, words are evidence, Yuxian." Song Xieyu spoke lightly, and Yuxian behind her spread a piece of written evidence in front of Xie An.

Xie An held the flimsy piece of paper and roughly scanned it. The terms and conditions on it were all there, without any ambiguity at all.

Seeing that Xie An hadn't moved for a long time, Song Xieyu urged lightly: "If there is no problem, then sign it."

Xie An raised his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, and he smiled without a smile: "The people around Princess Yong are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers. We just discussed it, and the written evidence came out."

Even the distribution of spoils is not so fast. With this speed and efficiency, he really doubts whether Song Xieyu has made arrangements in advance and waited to trick him.

Song Xieyu's eyelids didn't even tremble, and he took the tea lid lightly with his right hand and skimmed the tea foam: "King Qi is suspicious, so you don't need to sign, I have always been a gentle person, and I don't do such things as buying and selling by force, and taking advantage of the fire to rob. "

Xie An: "..." How did she manage to open her eyes and speak nonsense without blushing?
Yuxian: "..." Master's words are a bit too far-fetched to be true.

Yu Shu: "..." Xing Xingyan is worthy of being the master. Those who do big things should not stick to trivial matters, and the way is long and obstructive. She still has a lot to cultivate. She should be like a princess, as immobile as a mountain, confident and calm!
She was so calm, but it dispelled Xie An's doubts. If this was really Song Xieyu's trick, how could she do it so rough?It's easy to see, isn't it?In comparison, it was more like she had been thinking about the shops in his hands early in the morning, but there was nothing she could do. Now he was bumping into him, and she happened to be taking advantage of the fire to rob him.

Picking up a pen to sign on the paper, after signing, he lost the pen, Xie An's tone was not very good: "This paper has also been signed, when does the princess plan to deal with Mei Yun?"

Hurry up and use Song Xieyu to deal with that Mei Yun. Now when he sees this woman Song Xieyu, he feels a pain in his heart, heart, liver and lungs all over his body. If he looks at her more, he will lose a day of life.

Song Xieyu's index finger and thumb fluttered the paper signed with Xie An's name and stamped with Xie An's seal, and mentioned the corner of his mouth in front of him with a satisfied smile. Headache: "Hey... Changle is dull, there is really nothing I can do."

As she spoke, she pretended to support her forehead, her brows were wrinkled, and her thin lips were tightly pursed.

Pretty decent!
Xie An's heart was about to explode, if she hadn't been in such a hurry to hand the paper in her hand to the maid behind her to put it away, maybe he really believed her!

stupid?Didn't she have a good brain when she calculated the store in his hand just now?When she was playing games with him just now, wasn't she sharp-tongued?Wasn't she quick to react when she yelled at him just now?
If she, Song Xieyu, were dull, there would be no wise people in this world!
"What does Concubine Yong mean by this? Could it be that she is going to take the money and not do anything?" Xie An couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the table, and became irritable.

Do you really think that Xie An is a soft persimmon?Anyone can step on it?If she, Song Xieyu, really treats him for entertainment, then he will let her eat his food and spit it out as it is!

He had a sudden attack, which startled Song Xieyu, and the smile on his face turned cold in an instant, and the atmosphere in the room was solemn.

Song Xieyu's eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked at Xie An coldly, then suddenly lifted his lips and spread his palms.

Xie An stared at her actions, with anger still on his face.

Behind her, Yuxian put a stern face, took out the written receipt from her bosom, and put it in Song Xieyu's palm. The next moment, Song Xieyu's hand holding the written receipt exerted strength, and the light receipt shook in mid-air and fell to the ground. At Xie An's feet.

Xie An gritted his teeth, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Song Xieyu's slender neck was half bent, her chin was raised, her body was leaning back, her expression was haughty, she was sitting and standing with Xie An, but her peach blossom eyes looked down on Xie An from top to bottom, her eyes were extremely indifferent, and the corners of her mouth were full of tears. With a hint of sarcasm, the words were even colder.

"According to the mosquito leg above, I, Song Xieyu, only treat King Qi's big event as a plaything. It's boring to go online like this. Since you can't afford it, then don't slap your face with a swollen face." Fatty."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie An didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or something else, but the maids behind her looked at him with contempt and ridicule.

Humiliation welled up in my heart, but soon, this humiliation turned into sorrow.

His majestic royal blood was so downcast that he was ridiculed by Song Xieyu, a princess, for being poor.

But when the word "poor" came out of other people's mouth, he could still scold it back, but when it came out of Song Xieyu's mouth, he really couldn't refute it. Making money, but to Song Xieyu, isn't it just a joke?
After all, everyone in the capital knew that when Song Xieyu got married, there was no red makeup for ten miles, and Princess Huaiyin emptied most of the Huaiyin Palace to make a dowry for Song Xieyu.

What's more, others don't know, but Xie An knows that the betrothal gifts from Prince Yong's mansion, Song Qingshan, King of Huaiyin, and Princess Huaiyin did not keep anything, and all of them went to Song Xieyu.

In this way, it is not an exaggeration to say that the things in Song Xieyu's hands are incomparably rich. She can see his shops, but it still seems that he is highly valued. He still has to be grateful?
Thinking of this, Xie An felt even more hit, his whole body lost his fighting spirit, and his eyes even lost the brilliance.

It is extremely sad for the prince and grandson to be in his place!Song Xieyu could easily throw away the paper, but could he be so determined not to pick it up?

Isn't he poor now?
(End of this chapter)