The princess pushes her close to a woman

Seeing his master come out after Song Ci disheveledly, the young man timidly followed without saying a word.

It was a bit remote along the way, the sweat on Zhao Zimo's forehead became thicker and denser, but every time he wanted to escape, Song Ci always turned his head in time, and his cold eyes were always mocking his childishness.

When they arrived at the residence, Song Ci didn't talk nonsense to him, but just told him to stick the scraps of paper and let him leave.

How long will the house full of debris stick?Zhao Zimo despaired with just one glance, "You... this son-in-law didn't tear it up, why should I stick to it?"

The questioning voice was obviously lacking in energy, but also faintly mixed with fear. Song Ci glanced at him and said nothing, but the meaning was very clear, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Can't I compensate you? This is really sticky."

Zhao Zimo kept shaking the folding fan in his hand, the cold sweat dissipated from his body, and the hot sweat came up, walking around the room, feeling very depressed.

"It must be finished before dark." Song Ci left the words, found a clean place, and sat down on the floor.

The young servant was illiterate, so he couldn't help at all. He could only gather up the shredded paper and put it in front of Zhao Zimo, but when he let go, he was blown away by the wind.

The two masters and servants worked hard for more than half an hour, but not a single page was glued, but Shen Jiao brought someone here, very arrogant, she didn't pay attention to Song Ci at all, pushed her away, and squatted on the ground to work Zhao Zimo.

Zhao Zimo was sweating profusely, Shen Jiao was a little guilty, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and asked knowingly: "Husband, what are you doing? There are so many servants in the house, why do you need to do it yourself..."

"What the princess said is," Zhao Zimo didn't want to stay any longer, as if grasping at a straw, he tightly grasped Shen Jiao's hand, and hurried out without caring about maintaining his handsome demeanor.

How could Song Ci let him go, holding his arm still, with an indifferent expression, looking at Zhao Zimo as if he was looking at a dead person, without saying a word.

"Ugly ghost, what do you want? Let my husband go!"

Shen Jiao was also taken aback by her eyes, and unconsciously took a step back.

Soon she realized that she had been frightened by a lowly face, and immediately became even angrier, raising her hand to slap Song Ci.

Before the palm of her hand fell down, she was caught by Song Ci. Her tone was cold and cold, and she was faintly disgusted, "Madam Jiao, this is a matter between me and Prince Zhao. Come back!"

Thanks to Shen Qingluo, in front of Song Ci, she had never said anything nice about Shen Jiao, which caused her to see Shen Jiao being so unreasonable, and the faint dislike in her heart suddenly turned into disgust.

Even a humble face called her like that, Shen Jiao blushed a little more, raised her other hand with all her strength and slapped Song Ci.

Song Ci easily dodged in the past, Shen Jiao's heart was burning hotter and hotter, and she turned to look at the person she brought, who was sticking like a wooden man, and didn't know the protector, she was so angry.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come on, a bunch of idiots!"

A few people still pushed me and pushed you, and they refused to go up. Shen Jiao was about to reprimand again, but she saw Shen Baizhi who was not angry and arrogant. She was looking at her indifferently, showing no joy or anger.

Shen Jiao was stunned, and finally understood why these people didn't go up, damn it, no one reminded her, she was angry and annoyed, broke away from Song Ci, rushed to Shen Baizhi angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Shen Baizhi, how dare you Are you blind to find such an ugly ghost as your face?"

Did not hear Shen Baizhi's answer, Song Ci couldn't help frowning, it seems that what Qing Luo said was right, this princess is really domineering.

However, how Shen Baizhi treats Shen Jiao is her business and has nothing to do with her.

Song Ci took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his hands carefully, and said lightly: "I'm not kidding, you can stay here forever if you can't finish sticking."

She looked calm, but Zhao Zimo couldn't think of her as harmless, and looked at Shen Jiao as if asking for help.

However, Shen Jiao devoted all her attention to reprimanding Shen Baizhi, and Yu Guang didn't give any money.

The concubine's concubine and concubines gathered together, the butler came to his senses and hurriedly chased a group of blank eyes away.

The sound of footsteps came to a close, Song Ci turned his head slightly, and saw Shen Baizhi standing beside her, with a handsome figure like a pine and a cypress, with a distant expression, and no trace of warmth in his tone, "My son-in-law, this is you made?"

Shen Baizhi never put himself in the eye, Zhao Zimo couldn't be more clear that he is only her nominal son-in-law and her minister.

"I?"

Zhao Zimo seemed to have heard some joke, he sneered and said: "No matter how bad I am, Zhao Zimo, I won't be in trouble at the same time, isn't it something you women like to do to be jealous?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiao's face immediately burned again, she was so hot that she wanted to go back immediately and apply ice cubes.

"You already knew?"

Looking at him, Shen Baizhi's eyes fluctuated with murderous intent, and Zhao Zimo's pupils shrank suddenly, realizing that he had said something wrong.

How could he not be able to see that he has been in the romantic field all year round?Not only did he know it long ago, but he also coaxed Shen Jiao into being jealous of him.

...Only Shen Jiao believed that Shen Baizhi loved Zhao Zimo, not her.

The two have been fighting tit for tat for decades, and it was he who intentionally or unintentionally discredited Shen Baizhi in front of Shen Jiao, and fell in love with Shen Jiao under Shen Baizhi's nose.

Although Shen Baizhi didn't want to see him, but she was tired of Shen Jiao's arguments and didn't dare to do anything to him, especially after she had a child.

Now that the matter was exposed, Zhao Zimo was afraid that Shen Baizhi would take care of him, and would use Shen Jiao again.

He didn't answer Shen Baizhi's words, but pointed at Song Ci with righteous indignation, "Princess Wanyi, are you going to kill me just for a face?"

"What's the matter?" Shen Baizhi's face was extremely cold, braving the chills, "You are nothing but a slave. It is easier for me to kill you than to crush an ant."

"Shen Baizhi, what do you want to do?"

Shen Jiao stood in front of Zhao Zimo with a terrified expression, and explained in a panic: "I made people tear up that ugly ghost's book, and it has nothing to do with my husband."

"Oh, why are you tearing it up?" Shen Baizhi suddenly restrained her coldness, and there was a bit of curiosity in her gentle eyes.

"I……"

Shen Jiao opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, she didn't want to tear up the book, how could she know why?

She knows how precious books are, she just wants to mention that ugly ghost, don't be too arrogant, she is the most powerful person in the house.

Unexpectedly, the ugly ghost was not there, so she asked the maid to teach him a lesson, but the maid would make a mistake and tore up the ugly ghost's book...

"I know, you didn't tear it up." Seeing her expression, Shen Baizhi curled up her lips and smiled, but Shen Jiao felt that the smile seemed to be buried in the fog, and it was not real and ethereal.

She couldn't help but become confused, Shen Baizhi straightened her waist, moved away from her, spoke again, her smile was no longer there, she sighed, and said: "There are dozens of solitary copies in it, all of which I took painstakingly to obtain, son-in-law, You have committed a great sin..."

There was no regret in his tone, when Zhao Zimo and Shen Jiao hadn't recovered from their stupefaction, they walked outside, and when they passed by Song Ci, he motioned for her to follow.

The butler was waiting at the door, Shen Baizhi glanced at him and said, "Arrest the son-in-law and temporarily detain him."

This Princess Wanyi belongs to Shen Baizhi, and here she has the most important order, so the housekeeper went to inform the guards without saying a word.

Inside and outside the walls, Shen Baizhi didn't try to hide it, Zhao Zimo naturally heard it, his face turned pale, he knew clearly in his heart that Shen Baizhi was just using the excuse of a lonely book to deal with him.

he's done...

Immediately knelt at Shen Jiao's feet, begging for help.

It's just that Shen Jiao didn't know the seriousness of the matter, so she just comforted him foolishly, and she immediately brought the maid who tore up the book over to question Shen Baizhi, telling him not to worry.

How dare Zhao Zimo tell the truth, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed in his stomach, listening to Shen Jiao's nonsense comforting words, his face was ashen.

Shen Baizhi took Song Ci to the study room, her eyes were slightly closed, and she opened her eyes only when she heard the door closing next to her ears, her expression was solemn, and her deep voice was mixed with reprimand, "You can't even look at your own things, you let me How can I trust you to do things?"

Being reprimanded for incompetence, although Song Ci felt ashamed, he also accepted the teaching with an open mind and listened carefully to what Shen Baizhi had to say.

After talking a lot, Shen Baizhi couldn't help being thirsty, cleared her throat, and Song Ci brought tea to her.

Shen Baizhi reached out to take it, took a few sips, and wanted to say something, but couldn't remember where to say it.

He squinted at Song Ci, and said, "The Holy Majesty is unconscious now. In order to avoid panic in the court, the situation must be concealed from the outside world. Ye Mingyu will arrive in Beijing in more than ten days, but it is absolutely impossible for me to let him see him." For those who come to the holy place, let him stay for two days at most before driving him to the border, you must make preparations early."

Song Ci nodded, and said with a correct expression, "Don't worry, Your Highness."

She is not arrogant or impetuous and has a calm temper, she has nothing to tell, Shen Baizhi simply waved her hand and said: "Go back, follow me to the Pingnan Palace at night, I will let people wait for an opportunity to assassinate Pingnan King, if successful, I will give you another question, if you don’t succeed, you will be given three days to kill King Pingnan.”

"King Pingnan? But Chen Ge's father?"

Song Ci just heard from Shen Qingluo last night that Chen Ge accepted the marriage offer, but Shen Baizhi rejected the offer, and now hearing her saying that she would kill Pingnan King, she faintly understood that once Chen Ge turned against him, Shen Mingze would If you wake up at this moment, sending troops to the border is a certainty.

"Well, a person who has been "bedridden" for four years, if you can't kill him, stay away from Qingluo in the future."

Shen Baizhi's tone was a bit inexplicable, the old fox hid it really deeply, if the witch hadn't revealed it, she would have been deceived.

"I'm not a fool, Your Highness don't need to provoke me," Song Ci smiled, turned and left.

In the evening, Shen Baizhi led Song to resign from the Pingnan Palace under the pretense of discussing the marriage between the two parties.

In Pingnan Palace, Mrs. Chen was in charge. She seemed to be ignorant of the inside story. Shen Baizhi suggested that she write a book and call her grandson back to the mansion. Very harmonious.

At the same time, in the quiet West Garden, it was pitch black, and a black figure quietly landed on the roof, gently moving the tiles.

Then he saw a candle burning quietly in the house, and the young man in gray was concentrating on driving away mosquitoes for the man on the bed. The mosquitoes were very cunning, hard to hit, and always found a chance to suck blood.

The man in black controlled his breathing, and also focused on the people in the room. His hands were always touching the tiles.

Before making him wait too long, the middle-aged man on the bed sat up angrily and slapped the mosquitoes on his face.

Before he had time to wipe the blood on his palms, there was a sudden sound on the beam, the man looked over vigilantly, and a piece of gray tiles fell to the ground.

He picked up his clothes and ran out. At the same time, the dead men hiding in the courtyard also chased after him.