The host is broken

Chapter 597 Female Phase (3)

"I'll go now."

After thinking about it for a while, Su Shumo decided to go and see what this little fairy Qing Lun wanted to do.

Qinglun's courtyard has the best location in the entire Female Prime Minister's Mansion, even Su Shumo's courtyard cannot compare.

As soon as she arrived at the yard, Su Shumo heard a man's cold voice coming from inside:

"I don't know how to drink, take out the medicine."

It was Qinglun who lost his temper, and after a short while, a servant came out with a medicine bowl, and when he saw Su Shumo, he saluted, with a perplexed expression on his face:
"My lord, Mr. Qing Lun is ill. The doctor just came to see him and said that Mr. Qing Lun is depressed, so my lord should hurry in and have a look."

Su Shumo pushed the door open and went in. On the bed, Qing Lun raised his eyes and saw that it was Su Shumo, snorted, turned his head, and said sarcastically:

"Since the lady minister doesn't like Qinglun anymore, what are you doing here?"

Su Shumo sat down on the chair leisurely, propped her chin, squinted her eyes and looked at Qinglun with a half-smile.

The colors in her eyes were very complicated and weird, and Qing Lun felt uncomfortable being stared at.

After a while, Su Shumo spoke slowly:
"From the truth, the husbands of other ministers' families are all well-behaved and docile, why do you have thorns all over your body?"

Since it is in the feminist era, as a young man, he should abide by his duty and be well-behaved. If it is a patriarchal wife, the same is true.

This is called self-knowledge and adapting to the times.

However, Qing Lun felt that as a man, flattering and flattering women was an insult.

He had read in ancient books that hundreds of years ago, in Yunzhou Continent, a man proclaimed himself emperor, and women took care of their husbands and children, but since no one knows when, Yunzhou Continent has been controlled by a group of women, which is simply against the laws of nature.

He snorted and sneered:

"Mistress still loathes Qing Lun, heh, if you say that you will treat Qing Lun wholeheartedly, and say you will grow old together, in the end, it is the Lady Prime Minister who is teasing Qing Lun."

Qing Lun's slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his pupils were misty and misty, and the pear blossom with rain and tears in his aggrieved appearance made people love him.

Su Shu's eyebrows stretched at the end:
"The truth is that one person is under one person and above ten thousand people, so what about teasing?"

Qing Lun smiled shyly, but his complexion was slightly livid:
"It turns out that Qing Lun is really just a dispensable plaything for women."

Women are really hateful. They marry one after another and play with men in their hands. They half-heartedly like the new and dislike the old, but ask men to be single-minded. Why!
"You have self-knowledge, the best."

At the end of Su Shu's eyes, light spots danced, leisurely admiring Qing Lun's appearance at the moment.

At the end of Su Shu's provocative words to Qing Lun, seeing his complexion turned ugly, she left contentedly.

After Su Shumo left, Qing Lun could no longer suppress his anger, staggered out of bed, overturned the tea set on the table, somehow, the back of his hand was scratched, and bright red blood ran down the back of his hand Down, dazzling.

The servants who came in from outside were startled when they saw this, hurriedly dug out the medicine box and applied medicine to Qing Lun:
"Mr. Qinglun, why are you bothering? You clearly know that the lady has you in her heart, so why do you want to make the lady angry?"

Qing Lun pulled the corner of his mouth, snorted, and looked at the servant who was also a man:
"Do you want to be oppressed by women forever?"

The servant was taken aback by Qing Lun's words: "Mr. Qing Lun, don't talk nonsense!"

Qing Lun didn't take it seriously:

"What nonsense are you talking about? This world belongs to men in the first place, and it was their women who used conspiracy to snatch it away!"

The servant was frightened by his shocking words and broke into a cold sweat:
"Little Xianggong, don't say such things outside, or others may regard you as a monster!"

The world is originally for men, this is not nonsense.

Men are born to look after their wives and teach their children, respect their parents-in-law, and take care of housework. If they show their faces outside, they will lose their wifely virtues and will be immersed in a pig cage.

However, Qing Lun felt that what he said to the servants was playing the piano to the cow, so he could only keep his mouth shut and let the servants bandage him.

After the bandage was finished, the servant looked at Qing Lun, recalling the arguing between him and Su Shumo outside, he sighed and comforted:
"Mr. Qinglun, the mistress must have you in her heart. In fact, it seems that you are too indifferent to the mistress, so the mistress just changed a way to get your attention."

Qing Lun didn't know if he listened, but his eyes were calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, the servants persuaded him a few more words before going down.

And after the servant left, Qing Lun let out a sneer, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Women are always promiscuous, if they are really dedicated, why are there so many infatuated people who have been hurt by heartless women in the world?

And he is subverting this unfair rule, he wants everyone in the world to know that men are the kings who rule the world, and women are dispensable!

……

It was already winter, and there were hand stoves and quilts in the female prime minister's mansion, and Su Shumo was holding the hand stove, casually looking at the empress who came to visit suddenly.

"Su Aiqing, where is your Mr. Qinglun?"

The empress's eyes were deeply colored, a little complicated.

Ever since she received the shadow guard's secret report, there has always been a lingering haze in her heart, which is also the reason why she suddenly and secretly came to the female minister's mansion.

"Healing the wounded, the emperor wants to find him?"

Su Shu finally answered.

The empress shook her head, looked at Su Shumo hesitantly, and after a long silence, she spoke:
"The barbarians from Dongyi invaded, and the flames of war continued, and the people were in dire straits. General He Lan was forced to retreat and defend Yicheng."

The Dongyi barbarians have always been a headache for the empress. It is a barbarian country composed of men. They are like scourges and often attack nearby towns.

"The emperor wants me to lead the army to fight?"

Su Shumo pretended not to know, and asked back.

The empress narrowed her eyes and thought:

"Before General He Lan left, he discussed with Zhen and Su Aiqing in the imperial study about the formation of troops. General He Lan could have won a complete victory in this battle, but now he is retreating steadily. I suspect... there are traitors! "

"The emperor suspects the minister?"

Su Shumo pretended not to understand what the Empress meant.

The Empress trusts Su Shumo very much, and seeing Su Shumo like this, she knows that she still doesn't know Qinglun's real identity.

The empress coughed lightly, glanced at Su Shumo, took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Su Shumo.

At the end of Su Shu's hand, the exhibition letter contained only a few words:

"Qing Lun is probably a traitor."

The queen's shadow guard found out that Qing Lun had been communicating with the barbarians in private, so they had sent someone to intercept Qing Lun's letters. It was believed that they were just condolences between some friends, and there was nothing unusual.

But the Empress still felt that there was something wrong with Qing Lun.

"How does the emperor plan to deal with it?"

Su Shumo took the letter paper, took out the fire folder, and burned the letter paper.

Looking at the letter paper engulfed by the flames, a faint smile appeared on the Empress's face;

"Doesn't Aiqing justify a few words?"

...something to say...

I didn’t hold back when I said I wouldn’t write about the ancient times, but I really missed the empress, and the consequence of the empress is that she held her mobile phone for a whole day before writing [-] words. It can come out, it will come out

(End of this chapter)