Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

The two of them stood in the dim corridor, with the howling wind and snow blowing on their clothes and making a sound. Jiang Qingxue shrank her neck, and Song Zhuochi stood in front of her, blocking part of the wind and snow for her.

"Well, let's go in!"

His expression was calm and emotionless, but his whole person was inexplicably gentle.

Jiang Qingxue stood on tiptoes and took two steps back, but did not go in.

"Your Majesty, please leave first."

Song Zhuochi didn't say anything more, strode away directly, and disappeared at the end of the flower-piercing corridor.

Jiang Qingxue then went in with a smile.

She didn't know how it would end? But Song Zhuochi asked her to wait a little longer, and she had a glimmer of hope. But just to wait a little longer, she had plenty of patience.

……

When Song Zhuochi returned to the capital, it was already dark. He did not go back to the palace. Instead, he changed his clothes and shoes on the carriage, changed to another carriage, and then entered the palace.

Today's morning court meeting, the regent was late again for no reason. This was something that would never happen in the past. The civil and military officials in the court were all surprised. The little emperor also felt it was unusual, so he asked a few insinuating questions.

"The regent is not feeling well?"

Song Zhuochi didn't apologize at all and squeezed out a few words coldly.

"A little ailment, nothing to worry about!"

After going to court, he went to see the Empress Dowager and returned to the palace early. The little emperor began to feel a little panicked. He felt that the regent was becoming more and more indifferent to him. In the past, he did many things by himself, but now But all of it was thrown at him.

Whenever he handled something slightly inappropriate, the regent would be harsh and merciless. Of course, he would be even more merciless towards other courtiers.

"Come here, let's find out who the regent has been interacting with recently?"

The regent was too strict with him, and he felt breathless. The regent ignored him completely, and he was worried about gains and losses. Only by controlling every move of the regent could he feel completely at ease.

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black wearing silver masks fell out of nowhere in the palace. Their faces could not be seen clearly, and they were filled with a strong aura of murder.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The late emperor once left ten golden-armored guards and twenty silver-armored guards to protect the young emperor if necessary. Only the young emperor knew about these secret guards, and even the Empress Dowager and Song Zhuochi were kept a secret.

To investigate Song Zhuochi's whereabouts, there is no need for the Golden Armor Guards to take action, only two Silver Armor Guards are needed. After accepting the order, the two men quickly disappeared in front of the little emperor.

……

Song Zhuochi returned to the palace and still did not relax. Instead, he summoned his secret guards Song Yi and Song Er, took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to them, and gave instructions.

"You two will set off now to go to Yunzhou and Tingzhou and buy a manor each. It is best to be quiet and quiet near mountains and rivers. It also has convenient transportation. I will need it in the future..."

Song 1 and Song 2 took the order in unison.

"Subordinates obey!"

The two of them packed their bags and hurriedly left the capital with their money in their pockets. The prince did not tell them the reason, and they did not ask any questions. They just did things honestly. Anyway, everything the prince ordered had its own reason.

Song Zhuochi sat in front of his desk, and his thoughts slowly drifted to the Nanshan Courtyard. In just three years, when the little emperor turns thirteen, he can give up everything in the capital and take Jiang Qingxue, mother and son with him. Return.

The moment he agreed to the late emperor's promise, he knew that this road was not easy to follow. If he was not careful, he would be in catastrophe and lead to the confiscation of his family and the destruction of his clan. However, he still could not refuse the late emperor's request.

Now with this plan, it can be regarded as a chance of survival.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but bring up a faint smile.

He was wandering in the sky when Song Wu came in.

"Your Majesty, the prince asked you to come over."

Song Zhuochi frowned impatiently.

"What's the matter? Let him come over and tell you."

Although he and the prince were biological father and son, their relationship in his life was weak and he was not favored by the prince. The relationship between father and son was not much better than that of strangers.

Now that he is the regent, the prince looks up to him and has to discuss all matters big or small with him, which makes him bored.

Song Wu replied truthfully.

"It's the princess's business. The princess said she wanted to see Miss Jiang."

After hearing this, Song Zhuochi had no choice but to get up and go to Yaoguang Courtyard. Although he didn't like Ms. Cai, Ms. Cai was Jiang Qingxue's biological mother, and he was usually quite polite to Ms. Cai.

Sure enough, the prince was also in the Yaoguang Courtyard, sitting side by side with Ms. Cai. After not seeing each other for a few months, Ms. Cai became younger and more beautiful, like a young woman in her early twenties. At a glance, she thought she had changed.

The prince's lustful eyes fell on her, and he couldn't look away at all.

As soon as Mrs. Cai saw Song Zhuochi, she stood up and saluted, but Song Zhuochi hurriedly avoided him.

"In the house, there is no need to be polite!"

Ms. Cai sat back and pressed her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Your Majesty, Qingxue's birthday will be in three days. I haven't seen her for almost a year. I want to visit her this time, is that okay?"

Song Zhuochi's heart moved slightly, and he wanted to agree to her request, but thinking that it was a critical moment now and that no one would discover the traces of Jiang Qingxue and Xingyan, he refused.

"If you have anything to say, I can bring it to her."

When Cai heard this, she suddenly became excited.

"Your Majesty, I just want to tell the truth. Just tell me if she is still alive?"

When she went to Zhuangzi again, she found that Jiang Qingxue was missing. Everyone in Zhuangzi didn't know anything about it. She asked Song Zhuochi, and Song Zhuochi only said that he had been sent to a safe place. She had to think wildly.

The prince comforted Cai while staring at him eagerly.

"No matter how bad Qingxue is, the crime will not lead to death, right? What you did is really cruel."

He secretly regretted that Jiang Qingxue was so beautiful and charming that any man would not be able to touch her at all. It was such a pity that he met the cold-faced Yama of Song Zhuochi.

Song Zhuochi glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"Jiang Qingxue is alive and well. If the princess is really worried, I will ask her to send you a message next time. It's not the day we meet yet. I hope the princess will forgive me."

Hope reignited in Cai's eyes.

"Really? Then when can I see her?"

Song Zhuochi sighed.

"Wait a minute!"

After he finished speaking, he left directly.

He returned to the outer study room and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find things. Song Wu felt that the prince was a little weird, so he didn't ask him, but started rummaging through it himself.

"What are you looking for, Your Majesty? It's better to let your subordinates come down."

Song Zhuochi stopped and looked at him a few times, feeling a little embarrassed to speak.

"Women like things that are more valuable."

Song Wu opened his mouth in surprise.

"What woman? Why don't you go buy it?"

Song Zhuochi waved his hand and motioned for him to go out.

"No, just look for it."

Jiang Qingxue never told her birthday, and he didn't know what she liked, but he thought that his mother had left him a piece of jade before her death, saying it was an ancestral item. He was not a weak person, and naturally he would not hold an old thing to celebrate the day. Every day I saw things and thought about people, so I carefully put them away.