Host, Please Don't Match Up with the Vicious Female

Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi with complicated eyes, Song Qi just pretended not to see it.

Hu Da smiled: "Da Jin is still better than General Shao."

"Eldest prince, with all due respect, I am the only one who is capable of making great achievements." You are all rubbish.

Song Qi knew what Hu Da meant, and he just wanted to use her to hit the big gold man. However, she was not a fool.

Huda's expression froze.

Meng Yilan almost couldn't help laughing.

Although the Dajin man next to him was not happy to hear it, but seeing Huda's constipated face, he felt a strange sense of refreshment.

So what if they can't compare to Shao Jie, General Shao is their big gold man.

As long as someone is worse than yourself, you will be much more comfortable.

In the martial arts competition, the success was disastrous, and the defeat was very ugly.

Song Qi only cared about his nails, which were scraped off a few pieces just now because of the fight.

The system didn't understand the nature of a little girl like Song Qi who came late, so it silently wrote down a note.

"Just do it again after you go back." Meng Yilan lowered her voice.

"Looking at these nails makes me very uncomfortable." Song Qi frowned, clenched his fists, and couldn't see clearly.

Song Qi didn't have any interest in the subsequent activities, so she went back directly, and no one stopped her.

The people in Dacheng wished Song Qi could leave quickly.

She walked through the imperial garden and saw four women sitting around the pavilion.

"Fang Concubine, when you are promoted to the concubine position, you can go ahead and have a look."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Oh, Mrs. Fang, what are you talking about? Where does this concubine have the guts to mock you?"

"Then what do you mean by that?"

Song Qi listened, and decisively changed his way.

Not long after walking, I saw the group of men in black hiding in the bamboo forest.

She was thinking, should she pretend she didn't see it, or didn't see it.

After a visual inspection, there are about a dozen people. Although they are not invincible, they really don't really want to do it.

Song Qi glanced at it, thought for a while, and was about to pretend that he didn't see it, and was about to leave with someone like this.

An arrow pierced through the air.

She took a step back and hit back directly with the hilt of her sword.

Sigh, today's exercise is a bit beyond the standard.

Then, the news that Song Qi was assassinated in the palace spread.

When Zhao Zhi brought people over in a hurry, he saw Song Qi stepping on a person's chest, and the other fallen people on the ground either fainted or died.

And judging by his expression, he was not very happy when he was alive.

Song Qi Mingming wears gorgeous palace attire, but acts like a bandit.

Zhao Zhi: It should have been thought of earlier.

"Who sent you here?" Song Qi stepped hard.

The man stared at Song Qi, the corner of his mouth was still bleeding.

Just now when Song Qi found out that this person was going to commit suicide by taking poison, she directly knocked out the other's teeth hiding the poison.

At that time, the other party's screams were similar to killing a pig.

For those who want to kill him, Song Qi seems to have no compassion.

She's no saint.

"Don't keep talking, hey, forget it, the emperor, you should find someone." Song Qi sighed, let go of his feet, and looked at Zhao Zhi, "I don't know who I am asking for trouble, Because I don’t usually go that route.”

Zhao Zhi nodded, expressing his understanding, and asked someone to take him down, with an extremely ugly face.

When people from Dacheng Kingdom were here, it was a bit embarrassing for this kind of thing to happen.

"Are you okay?" Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi anxiously.

"Do you look at me as if something is wrong?" Song Qi looked down at the blood stained on his skirt, and sighed, "Is the blood stained clean? I really like this skirt."

"Just ask someone to make another one that is exactly the same." Meng Yilan took Song Qi's hand.

Song Qi felt the other's hand, which was icy cold.

Due to the presence of assassins in the palace, the event is temporarily canceled.

After the investigation, it was discovered that these assassins had been in the palace a long time ago, and there were maids and eunuchs in the palace.

For a while, everyone in the palace was in danger.

Yata was supposed to stay in the palace, but Huda took her back to the post on the grounds that the palace was dangerous.

Zhao Zhi was very dissatisfied with this, but she couldn't be forced to hold her back, she wasn't considered to have officially entered the harem.

When Zhao Zhi was in a state of desperation, Song Qi enjoyed life in Fengyi Palace.

Song Qi looked at his re-dyed nails, and then at Meng Yilan who was obviously fidgeting: "Are you scared?"

"A little bit." Meng Yilan took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "Among the captured assassins, one belonged to my palace, so now I see everyone looks like an assassin."

"That little girl usually looks silly, but I never thought... she was an assassin."

Song Qi leaned on the soft couch: "If you are afraid, I can stay with you, or you can follow me back."

"Then stay with me." Meng Yilan held the cup, her eyes lit up, and naturally she had no reason to refuse, "I have to get up early these days, and someone will come to find me."

"Okay." Song Qi nodded.

Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi, looked at the ripples in the cup, and wondered in her heart: Why did she always develop to sleep with the heroine.

Song Qi asked someone to pack up some of his clothes.

At the same time, there were other concubines preparing to huddle together for a rest.

For the sake of courage, and also for the sake of being able to pull people to block the knife when something goes wrong.

"When I came here just now, I saw the imperial concubine's maid walking towards the Queen's Palace with something in her arms."

"Hey, I'm envious. If I had known about this situation, I would have established a good relationship with the imperial concubine. It would be good for anyone to let me go on the soft couch."

"Well, it should be fine, we are just low-ranking concubines, and no one should come to trouble us."

Several people looked at each other and nodded.

Although this kind of self-comfort has no effect at all.

Song Qi took a bath at this time and sat outside, listening to the sound of water behind the screen, casually flipping through the book.

Meng Yilan was taking a bath.

Glancing towards the screen, you can still see her faint shadow.

Song Qi propped his chin and knocked on the table.

When Meng Yilan came out, her face was still flushed, and she noticed that Song Qi was staring at her, and her face became even redder.

Obviously that look doesn't mean anything.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yilan looked down at her clothes, there was nothing wrong with them, and they were tightly wrapped.

"It's nothing." Song Qi shook his head, closed the book in his hand, "Are you sleeping?"

"Sleep, I'm too tired today." Meng Yilan rubbed her shoulders, "I still wanted to talk."

"There will be decades of talking like this in the future, so don't be in a hurry for this moment." Song Qi said.

Meng Yilan nodded: "Yes."

"You sleep in it."

"Okay." Meng Yilan quickly crawled in and lay down comfortably.

The bed is very big, more than enough to sleep two people, and you can roll around casually, and put two quilts.

Song Qi's sword is at hand, and he can touch it with a single stroke.

Meng Yilan stared at the bed curtain, not knowing why, her heart was beating very fast.

She could hear her heart beating.

The person next to her felt too familiar to her.

That guess made her a little flustered, but also a little looking forward to it.

She called her system twice.

However, the other party ignored her, as always.

Meng Yilan sighed.

"what happened?"

Meng Yilan was taken aback when she heard Song Qi's voice, and then smiled: "It's nothing, I just thought of something."

"Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"it is good."

Song Qi hadn't fallen asleep, so when he heard the sound from the window, he immediately reached for the sword at hand.

She originally guessed that the chances of someone coming tonight were not high, but she didn't expect someone to come.

The other party was approaching the bed step by step.

When the opponent's dagger was raised, Song Qi's hilt hit the opponent's stomach fiercely.

The opponent let out a cry of pain and took two steps back.

Meng Yilan was awakened instantly, but she didn't dare to move.

She felt Song Qi reach into the bed and patted her hand.

Song Qi got out of bed.

Meng Yilan likes to extinguish all the candles when she sleeps, the whole palace is pitch black, and the moonlight cannot shine in.

Song Qi didn't expect to be so dark.

She completely relies on hearing to find the other party's direction.

Meng Yilan took a deep breath, tried to calm down, sat up, tremblingly touched the fire pocket, and lit the candle beside the bed.

Three people in the dark are illuminated.

The man glanced at Meng Yilan, frowned, and threw the dagger in his hand towards her.

Song Qi frowned, and immediately took off the jade bracelet in his hand and threw it at the dagger.

The dagger was forcibly changed course, brushed Meng Yilan's face, and stuck into the wall.

Meng Yilan's eyes were glazed, and her body was shaking like a shuttle.

When Song Qi finished these, the man had already escaped from the window.

"Yilan." Song Qi walked to Meng Yilan's side and looked at her.

Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi and took a deep breath: "I was scared to death."

"It's okay." Song Qi rubbed her hair, "Go to sleep, no one will come tonight."

"Yes." Meng Yilan nodded and lay down.

Song Qi lay down beside her, and Meng Yilan subconsciously moved closer to her.

"I guess they still came to look for me." Song Qi said, "I won't rest at your side tomorrow."

"But..." Meng Yilan frowned.

"I asked Zhao Zhi to send a woman who knows martial arts to protect you."

Meng Yilan bit her lip: "Will this matter have anything to do with Dacheng? Something happened as soon as they came over."

"It's not fools, it's not them." Song Qi closed his eyes and sorted out the relationship diagram of the characters.

There are quite a few people who want to kill themselves.

But there are fewer people who want to kill themselves and also want to kill the emperor.

Song Qi still felt that the other party worked so hard to arrange people into the palace, and it was definitely not just to kill her alone.

Too bad.

She set her sights on the emperor's two uncles and listed many conditions, but in the end only the two of them met.

The Shao family has been on the emperor's side for so many years, and Song Qi is their biggest stumbling block if they want to succeed.

If Song Qi could die in the palace, it would be of great benefit to them.

It's like the butterfly effect.

People in the Shao family army will be dissatisfied with Zhao Zhi. This army/team is often more like the private army/team of the Shao family. The guardian deity already symbolizes a kind of spirit. If she dies, the common people will be dissatisfied with Zhao Zhi. A little incitement by someone can basically control public opinion.

Song Qi took a deep breath, and sure enough, she still wanted to talk to Zhao Zhi tomorrow about the current situation, and she didn't want anything to happen yet.