debt repayment

Song Hui'an was in trouble.

There were servants watching behind him, and if Song Huiming moved more widely, it would be obvious to others.

His stomach, which had just warmed up, twitched faintly again, and even felt unreal pain at the waist that had been pinched and squeezed by the man all afternoon.

That memory was so embarrassing, he could only feel the hairs all over his body stand up suddenly, his back was hot and cold, when it was cold, it was like his naked back was pressed against the bamboo and wood furniture in late autumn, shivering all over, and when it was hot, it was like rubbing against a man's chest intimately .

The taste is not wonderful, but it is indeed very warm.

This kind of thinking is really weird. What Song Huiming did to him was enough to be hacked into pieces. Now that he saw Song Huiming's face, he was forced to keep thinking about it. It was so strange.

When Song Huiming's hand placed under the table reached out to hold his right hand without warning, Song Hui'an was already numb.

"..."

The man's big bony hands slowly rubbed the cold flesh on his hands.

The man's palms, fingers, and tiger's mouth were all very hot, and the callused skin gently rubbing against his hands and kneading the knuckles under his thin flesh seemed to be hotter than the soup he poured into his stomach. The juice still works.

The fly in the ointment is that Song Huiming is very bad, and he likes to gently scratch his palms with his fingernails. After a while, his palms are already covered with a thin layer of hot sweat.

It's all because Guo Hou's recent banquets are small and crowded. If it's a serious banquet full of guests, he and Song Huiming are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. How can they get entangled under the table where others can't see?

Forget it, it seems that this guy still knows good and bad this time, and he doesn't care about profiteering if he serves him as a human hand warmer.

Song Huiming still laughed with the women on the table.Without even looking at him, he thought sickly, this bastard is really one-sided, very annoying.

"His Royal Highness, what should I do with this ghost that turns into a ghost and seeks revenge? I heard that many corpses in the city that died of diseases and epidemics have turned into ghosts recently. I am really flustered."

"Madam Zhou, don't need to be afraid. The corpses affected by the epidemic will be handled by court warlocks. Madam has the protection of saints and ancestors, and nothing will happen. Madam is sentimental. As long as the sachet is safe and calm, ghosts can't get close to Madam's body. The plague is almost over, Madam doesn't need to worry too much."

After hearing this, Zhou Guoshi frowned slightly, and bit his lips slightly, as if a knot in his heart was untied, and he stopped talking as if he wanted to speak.

Song Hui'an couldn't help laughing in his heart when he saw this gentle and timid little aunt always showing a frightened expression.

After all, she is still a little girl with a modest structure, she can only hear these things.

Obviously it was the same face, but his biological mother sat aside in an extremely solemn manner, maintaining an elegant and distant manner, listening to Song Huiming's nonsense, only she acted like the young Xiaoshiwu, hearing the terrifying The punishment office opened its eyes wide in shock and fear, as if it could see the extremely vicious ghost Song Huiming was talking about.

Song Huiming said with a smile: "Ma'am, don't take these things too seriously. Ma'am is beautiful and kind-hearted. I think she is a good woman who knows how to accumulate virtue and benefit others. Madam has such a noble character, so naturally she can't meet those terrible pickles. Ma'am, please rest assured."

After hearing what he said, Zhou Guoshi felt relieved and nodded.

Song Hui Anji couldn't understand her appearance, but she couldn't show it on the surface.

After finally surviving until the dinner was finished and they left Fengyi Palace, Song Huiming, who killed a thousand swords, chased after him again.

"Your Highness, wait for the minister..."

Song Hui'an didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and he said a few perfunctory words to His Highness the Fifteenth Prince who went out to see him off, and then strode forward with his legs wide open.

Unexpectedly, the strength on his waist and legs had not been relieved, and he twisted his ankle on the flat ground, and the whole person fell forward.

Before all the palace servants cried out in surprise, a strong arm pulled him up.

"Is Your Highness alright?"

"nothing."

Song Hui'an didn't change his expression, he broke away from Song Huiming's grip on his hand, and then blushed.

It turned out that Song Huiming was standing behind him, relying on the wide sleeves, the hand supporting his waist suddenly pinched him, and immediately pinched his legs so weak, but the posture of the two fell in the eyes of outsiders, but Song Huiming shot out with good intentions Help him, there is no clue.

Fortunately, the light at night was dim, so the lamp carried by the palace man could not illuminate the abnormal blush on his face.

"The minister just wanted to see His Highness off, did His Highness not fall?"

Song Huiming's warm low smile seemed to warm the cool night wind a bit.

Song Hui'an gritted his teeth and said, "There is nothing wrong with this palace, King Jian should step back."

The sarcastic remarks were completely devoid of the hypocrisy and hypocrisy of when he was in Fengyi Palace just now.

Song Huiming thought rather regretfully, what a beauty, what a style, but it is a pity that he does not want to be him.

"Your Highness, please remember the gift I said I would give to Your Highness."

"Okay, King Jian's kindness is in my heart."

Song Hui An Yan said: "It's late at night, King Jian shouldn't stay in the palace for a long time, please come back."

Seeing the wind blowing under his feet, Song Huiming didn't want to stay at all, just looked at his back and smiled dryly: "I respectfully send your Highness off."

On a whim, he did what he had always wanted to do, and he was in a good mood, filled with Song Hui'an's eyes mixed with disgust and enthusiasm.Looking at Cheng Bi, who is working hard to serve her, she is not very interested.

Obedient as a pet, without blood and tears, he made it gentle and obedient to invite the owner to pet him, which really lacks the pleasure of conquest.

"Your Highness, my lord..."

The man sitting in front of him came back to his senses, looked at him who was about to cry, supported his head with one hand, and pinched his chin with the other.

The beautiful boy's phoenix eyes were full of tears, and he raised his eyes obediently. Although he didn't have much charm, his pupils like autumn water still had a certain resemblance.

Cheng Bi is like a delicate and sensitive little animal, who doesn't know how to speak, and expresses his joys and sorrows to his master.

"Your Highness, is it because the young one is not serving you well? Tell me, what is wrong with you, small change, small change..."

"Okay, very good. It would be better if you shut up later, just bite your clothes casually, turn around, if you yell out the slightest sound, I will get the hell out of the mansion."

With tears streaming down his face, Cheng Bi had no choice but to nod.

"Tell me, my king... how about it?"

"The prince is so majestic. Being able to serve the prince is, yes, a small blessing..."

Song Huiming exerted a slight force on the hand holding his chin, and he felt that his bones were about to be broken.

Coming back from the south, he is the most favored husband-in-law in the mansion. He knows Song Huiming's habits between the beds, and he knows that sometimes it is difficult to serve him when he is in a bad mood, but the squinting prince in front of him, his eyes are like It was something gray that was hiding, which frightened him.

It shouldn't be like this, what happened to the prince today, why is he so cruel and scary?

Seeing that he was so scared that he could sweat off his body, Song Huiming said again: "Cheng Bi, do you like this king's job so much?"

"Hi, I like it, the little one likes it very much!"

"Then the king will reward you with double love, how about it?"

Cheng Bi knelt on the ground stiffly, and when he realized it, his face turned pale.

"My lord, my lord, the little ones don't dare, the little ones can't bear it... woo woo..."

The man lost the patience to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and pointed to the box beside him: "Take it out and have a look."

Cheng Bi yelled "Wooooooohahah", crawled over, took the box, and lifted the lid with trembling hands.

"Gold inlaid with jade, do you like it? This thing is for you to play with."

"My lord, my lord, the little one really can't stand this... The lord, spare the little one!"

He was slapped hard.

He quickly covered his mouth and wept, trembling all over.Thinking of Song Huiming's words just now, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and stuffed his mouth full.

The beautiful scenery of white and red lay before his eyes, Song Huiming only took out the contents of the box with a sullen face, and said coldly: "Sao bastard, I take myself seriously when I spoil you? You will accept whatever the king rewards you. You are not a chaste and strong woman, a bitch who has been stabbed to death, are you afraid of being beaten by this king or killed? What are you hypocritical, and you can't die. "

"... Was Your Majesty so cruel back then? I only heard a little bit about the fact that he was cast into the wrong Godhead, but this, this, this, this, this, tyrannical and fornicating, is it really Your Majesty Quanying?"

A pure heart is quiet.Cang Ji looked indifferent: "Brother Yanwen, a god has thousands of godheads. This is the characteristic of an innate god. Your Majesty has always been generous. He suppresses things that insult holiness, but he can't say that there are no such filth."

"Speaking of which, Brother Cangji is the avatar of Chaokong Great God, and he can be regarded as an innate god. Could it be that Brother Cangji also has such a little-known side?"

Secrets cannot be leaked.Hidden but smiled.

The night wind in late autumn seemed to be howling from the throat of a monster, passing through the high wall, passing through the deep courtyard, and pouring into her ears.

The intermittent dream of the previous few days started again.

she is running.

Run down the sloping mud slope.

The bound feet can only run stumblingly, and if you are not careful, you will fall hard.

She was covered in dust, mud and water, and her face was unkempt, and she could hardly see the original image of a dignified and reserved lady.Her heart was beating like a drum, all she knew was to keep running forward, even if she couldn't run anymore, she would even roll and crawl to escape.

She didn't know where she ran to. There didn't seem to be such a street in the capital, or maybe it was because she was rarely allowed to go out. Even when she went out, she was always sitting in a sedan chair. She could only lift the curtain and look out from a distance. glance.

All in all, she had never been in such dirty and narrow alleys.

Her ankles were swollen like overripe persimmons in autumn, and every time her feet touched the ground, there would be heart-rending pain in her ankles.She burst into tears in pain, but she could only grit her teeth, and fled forward with the help of the wall.

At this time, it may be early morning, or it may be night, and the darkness and bright red light are constantly alternating, making the silent and dirty streets even more claustrophobic and weird.Wherever she went, occasionally she could only see dead bodies covered in black pus and blood.

Come on!Come on!Haunted, haunted!Save me, save me!

It's haunted, it's about to kill someone, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!What about the officers and soldiers patrolling the streets!What about the merchant residents who live here?Everyone is good, everyone is good, save me, save me!

She let out a hoarse scream that she would never have uttered on weekdays, startling a swarm of crows that had landed on the brick wall.The crow screamed in a hoarse and sharp voice, as if it was attracting something ominous.