The princess pushes her close to a woman

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Ci sat down beside her, interlocking fingers with Shen Qingluo under his wide sleeves, and the two hearts were tightly connected.

"I'm thinking..." Shen Qingluo looked sideways at her, and the warmth gradually recovered in her eyes, she smiled softly, "I was thinking about when you will pass the meal, you will come."

Song Ci smiled noncommittally, gently squeezed the jade hand in his palm, and faced Shen Qingluo with an innocent look on his face, she opened her lips and said helplessly, "Lie to me."

"What's wrong with lying to you?" Shen Qing raised Luo Meifeng slightly, and asked Song Ci with a playful smile, looking very righteous.

"Hmm..." Song Ci thought for a while, with a rather serious expression on his face, "I won't tell you any secrets from now on."

Shen Qingluo quickly objected, "No, don't tell me." Seeing that Song Ci's expression was indifferent and indifferent, he had no choice but to give up his heart, and told the maid behind him: "You guys go down first."

After everyone left, Song Ci looked at Shen Qingluo in his spare time, waiting for her explanation.

Shen Qingluo hesitated for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "The graveyard I gave to Xuan Yili was dug up..."

She didn't tell Song Ci that she guessed it was someone from Huasha Palace. She was afraid that Song Ci would ask why. She didn't want Song Ci to feel guilty. She would bury the secret of the assassination that night in her heart forever and not let her know.

Xuanyi's graveyard?Song Ci was a little hard to accept, "Qing Luo, the cemetery of Xuan Yi you mentioned is my cemetery? Did he die in my place?"

Shen Qingluo could tell at a glance that Song Ci was uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and looked at her quietly for a while, then said indifferently: "Their existence is to protect the master. If the master is killed, there is no need for them to live."

Song Ci understood this truth, but she was overwhelmed and out of breath for a moment, she nodded, her expression still a little heavy.

After a while, Shen Qingluo looked away from her, the sadness and loneliness in her eyes could no longer be restrained the moment she bowed her head, she said in a low voice: "Song Ci, do you think this palace is very heartless?"

Song Cichang sighed, and said helplessly, "No, I know you're doing it for me, blame me..."

"No, it's my fault, it's none of your business." Shen Qingluo shook her head, for a moment she didn't have the courage to look up at Song Ci, she was afraid of seeing the disappointment in Song Ci's eyes, or the disgust towards her...

Shen Qingluo said at the beginning that Xuan Yi's death was the responsibility, but now because of her, she actually said it was her own fault.

Song Ci knew that she was thinking too much, and soon realized that it was caused by herself, and her heart ached unconsciously, "Qing Luo, you are right, I just feel guilty that I have caused an innocent person, but I don't think you said is wrong."

"Damn Song Ci, what are you so guilty about? It's me who made him die for you, it's my fault, it has nothing to do with you," Shen Qingluo raised his head with tears in his eyes, feeling even more guilty when he touched Song Ci. After seeing her eyes, she felt ashamed, and buried her head in Song Ci's arms, holding her and not letting go.

"Sorry……"

Song Ci smiled helplessly, and she made Qing Luo cry again.

It was Yumu Song Ci's fault in the first place, and it made him useless. Shen Qingluo groaned in her arms and didn't say anything, because the cruel words hurt not only Song Ci, but also her.

But he just didn't want to accept her apology lightly, and felt irritable, so he kept rubbing against Song Ci's arms, wiping all the tears on her skirt.

When Shen Qingluo stopped crying, he looked up and saw Song Ci smiled and said: "My princess, are you in a better mood?"

Shen Qingluo hummed, and turned her head away very stubbornly, not looking at her.

Song Ci laughed, and tightened his arms around her waist again, and said kindly, "The little one is passing the meal to you now?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess hummed again in an extremely cold manner, making it clear that she wanted to quarrel with Song Ci.

In fact, she wasn't sad anymore, she just wanted Song Ci to coax her more and make up for her grievances...

Song Ci more or less understood Shen Qingluo's thoughts, and knew that if she didn't coax her well at this moment, her little awkwardness might last until night.

But she racked her brains and said many funny things, Shen Qingluo was not satisfied.While feeling melancholy, Shen Qingluo suddenly complained that the porridge in the bowl was too hot.

She hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly: "Do you need me to help you cool off?"

Shen Qingluo handed the bowl to Song Ci without the slightest hesitation, then propped his chin and stared at Song Ci with a focused expression, occasionally his eyes would fall on the light-white jade fingers stirring the hot porridge, with indescribable joy and joy on his face. Cozy.

When Song Ci felt something and looked up at her, she pretended to be indifferent and turned her eyes away, playing with the jade chopsticks in her hand carelessly.

This appearance was obviously playing tricks on Song Ci. Song Ci didn't realize it at first, but later he became more cooperative when he found out. After breakfast, Shen Qingluo was completely coaxed.

While ordering people to come in to clean up, at the same time, he looked happy and took Song Ci to walk in the plum garden.In the past, when she walked two laps, she would cry out that she was tired, and then beg Song Ci to carry her back regardless of the princess's stubbornness.

I was delayed for some time today, when I came to the plum garden, the coolness in the morning had long since faded, and the blooming flowers seemed to have withered. Shen Qingluo took Song Ci and walked along the cobbled path for a while, and then the heat Can't stand it.

Song Ci took off his outer shirt, covered her head, and led her back.

It was too hot, and Shen Qingluo didn't have the heart to play with Song Ci, so she obediently let her lead her to the study.

The maids have already placed ice cubes around the study room. Compared with the outside, the comfortable temperature is like a heaven and an underground.

Shen Qingluo was holding a plate of food and leaning against Song Ci's arms. The iced grapes were refreshing and sweet. She squinted her eyes comfortably, watching Song Ci lower her head and look at her with an inexplicable expression. The grapes in his mouth were stuffed into Song Ci's mouth.

"If you want to eat, just say it, why are you looking at me like this?" Shen Qingluo said, she thought she had made a mistake.

"No, you are like this in front of my eyes, it's hard for me to concentrate..." Song Ci said, put down the book, slowly picked a grape from the food plate in Shen Qingluo's arms, and looked at it with some perplexity.

She didn't have the nerve to tell Shen Qingluo that the life here was so comfortable, and she actually had the slightest thought in her heart that she didn't want to go to the border.

This idea is really bad!Song Ci looked bitter and bitter...

Seeing this, Shen Qingluo couldn't help feeling guilty, his face flushed slightly, he quickly put the plate on the low table at hand, wiped his hands and said embarrassedly: "I don't want to eat, you can study at ease."

Song Ci sighed, threw the grape back on the plate, picked up the book, his expression didn't ease much.

Shen Qingluo closed her eyes in her arms, not daring to move, for fear that she would miss Song Ci's study.She knew the importance in her heart. These books condensed the wisdom and experience of the ancestors, and they were life-saving weapons. If you learn more, you may have a better chance of winning.

She wants Song Ci to come back safely...

However, she didn't hear the sound of turning pages for a long time. She opened her eyes, and Song Ci was looking at her in thought.

"What... what's wrong?" Shen Qingluo was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly said: "Don't you also think I'm an eyesore?"

Song Ci: "..."

Ruanxiang is gentle in her arms, how could she find it an eyesore?

"I'll be back as soon as possible!" She said, as if telling Shen Qingluo, but also as if telling herself.

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He Yun was eager to save his father. Originally, Song Ci estimated that it would take four or five days at the earliest to be ready to leave. Unexpectedly, Shen Baizhi sent someone to tell Song Ci the next night, and He Yun sent someone to inform him that he would be leaving early in the morning.

She not only brought the news, but also gave Song Ci a list, which recorded the identities and specialties of some people in detail.Those people are trusted by Shen Baizhi, and now she entrusts those people to Song Ci for use.

She didn't avoid Shen Qingluo, Shen Qingluo was worried and reluctant to give up, when he saw the people on the list, he was stunned.

"Aunt Huang, why did you put someone into the army?"

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but frowned and looked at Shen Baizhi, putting people in the army, could it be that he wanted to rebel?

However, this thought only appeared for a second before Song Ci denied it.

Prince Zhao does not participate in government affairs and cannot provide assistance, not to mention that it is not easy to seize power, but who will leave it to?

Shen Baizhi looked calm, and said with a smile: "Qing Luo, what do you think?"

"I don't know," Shen Qingluo said in a confused tone. After thinking for a while, she took out the list from Song Ci's hand and handed it to Shen Baizhi, "Thank you for your kindness, Aunt Huang. I will arrange for Song Ci to protect her, so don't worry."

"This time, I will act as if I don't know..." Her expression was complicated, her tone became serious unconsciously, which made Shen Baizhi smile even more, "Qing Luo, don't you think that the imperial aunt is planning to rebel? Planting your head off?"

"Qing Luo heard that the last queen of King Zhongli of Nanyan, Shangguan Yunqing, was so powerful that she covered the sky with one hand, and even the people only knew her queen, not her great king..." She paused, and said with difficulty: "Aunt Huang, do you know The queen was later poisoned by King Yan."

Shen Baizhi nodded, her expression also became solemn, she said: "Qing Luo, you really think too much, the emperor's aunt is only here to protect herself, and also to protect you, she doesn't want people to bully us..."

Her eyes darkened a little, and she laughed at herself, "Last year, your third elder brother, King Qing, dared to slander me without proof. What did he do with it? Isn't it because he has real power in his hands, and his waist is stronger than Ben's?" Is the palace hard?"

Shen Qingluo's face turned pale unconsciously, she thought of herself...

Shen Baizhi was unhappy, but seeing her pitiful appearance, she couldn't bear to reprimand her, so she turned to Song Ci and reprimanded: "If you have power in your hands like Chen Ge, the current emperor dares to find excuses to kill you and send Qing Luo Do you want someone else?"

"Sister said so" Song Ci said calmly, she had already seen this fact clearly, so when Shen Baizhi said it now, she didn't feel the slightest ups and downs.

"Brother Huang's actions really chilled me, but he was forced to do so. I..." Before Shen Qingluo finished speaking, Shen was interrupted by Shen Baizhi, who couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, "After so much, Qingluo, you Why don't you understand?"

The disappointed eyes were particularly glaring, Shen Qingluo panicked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Song Ci frowned slightly, pulled her behind him, and said in a very serious tone: "Sister, it's not Qing Luo's fault, I just need to understand what you said, she doesn't need to understand."

"You understand? You just need to understand?"

Shen Baizhi smiled suddenly, handed the paper in front of her, and asked, "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Song Ci accepted without the slightest hesitation, Shen Baizhi patted her on the shoulder in satisfaction, turned and left.

Behind him was Shen Qingluo's weeping that could no longer be suppressed...