The princess pushes her close to a woman

When the news reached the eldest princess's mansion, Mo Li was in a hurry, stomped her foot, and went to the mansion of the eldest princess Wanyi to beg her to intercede for the princess.

"Mohe has gone"

Mo Mei stopped her, with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Li, go to the Sheng Pavilion and tell the son-in-law that the princess has not returned, and the evening banquet will be cancelled."

If the emperor convicts him, he should have imprisoned everyone in the princess mansion for the crime of treason, and only Mo He is too naive to believe it.

But Mo Mei was not going to explain, because she wanted to know how the son-in-law would react...

"it is good"

Mo Li was worried in her heart, she nodded in a daze and wanted to leave, but Mo Mei held her arm again, and listened to her urging: "If the son-in-law asks the reason, he must explain it clearly, and don't let him misunderstand the princess."

"What is there for him to misunderstand? If the princess wasn't so angry with him, how could she do such a rebellious thing on the spur of the moment? How could she be punished?"

Mo Li felt wronged for the princess, and couldn't help complaining in front of Mo Mei, but she knew Song Ci's position in the princess's heart, and she dared not make a mistake when she was in front of her.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he repeated Mo Mei's words, Song Ci nodded, his face was still calm and self-possessed, but his heart relaxed a lot.

Now it's not like being in the temple, the princess in the mansion is a tiger, you can't fight it, you can't run it, it's best to avoid it...

"My son-in-law, why don't you ask the princess why she didn't come back? The princess has a deep affection for you, and you have given so much, so you are not moved and don't care about her at all?"

Seeing that he was still indifferent, Mo Li couldn't help but sarcastically said: "It is said that you are an eminent monk and a living Buddha, but this servant only sees your indifference, dare to ask if you have a heart?"

"Excuse me, girl, do you know why the princess hasn't returned?"

Song Ci asked lightly, even though she was almost reprimanded by Mo Li by pointing at her nose, she still looked at Mo Li with peaceful and peaceful eyes.

The cold voice came to her ears unhurriedly, just like the cool breeze in midsummer can soothe the restlessness in her heart, the anger dissipated in Mo Li's chest, and she complained a little: "Princess, she is in a hurry to go to the palace today to plead guilty, you monks Are you really ignoring the secular world? Why don't you even know this..."

Hearing this, Song Ci's expression was slightly startled, the apology might just be a formality for the courtiers to see, isn't the current emperor very fond of the princess?

"It was rumored in the palace that the emperor was furious after hearing the report from Shizi Chen, and ordered the princess to kneel in the imperial study." Mo Li's eyes turned red as she spoke, and her emotions became restless. What can I do to punish the princess?"

"Girl, don't worry, nothing will happen."

If something happened, wouldn't there be chaos inside and outside the mansion? Song Ci guessed that this was a bitter trick. After all, throwing imperial edicts in the street is no small matter. If you don't punish them on the surface, everyone will learn such a rebellious thing. The emperor's dignity where?

Speaking of bitter tricks, she suddenly recalled the little girl carved in pink and jade when she was young, stepping on the water with bare feet in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the water splashed, the little girl turned her immature face and looked at her, soft and soft. There was a bit of fear and anxiety in the voice: "Song Ci, the concubine mother said that the bitter trick will make her regain the favor of the emperor, but I am so afraid of pain."

It was because she was not ignorant and told her not to do it if she was afraid, but she didn't know that the little girl had to do it, but she didn't know that there were too many people in this world who couldn't help themselves.

"Song Ci, will you save me?" At that time, the little girl asked her seriously, and smiled innocently when she nodded, and then... She was caught off guard and watched her jump down.

The person who was rescued from the lake had a high fever, and after a near-death experience, his voice was almost hoarse when he woke up, and there were countless grievances hidden in his immature voice: "Song Ci, my concubine lied to me, she clearly said that I only need to dance Just go down and it won't hurt."

The little girl is a fool...

She thought, now Shen Qingluo is also a fool, because she knows well that Shen Qingluo's deep affection for "him" is only because of childhood affection...

Song Ci's heart was restless again, she raised her eyes to look at Mo Li, "Miss, if you're worried, poor..." She swallowed the word monk, "I'll go out and have a look."

"You..." Mo Li looked at her in surprise, and it took her a while to calm down, and said in a somewhat hasty tone: "This slave can't be the master, wait a minute, I'll go ask Aunt Mo Mei for instructions."

"it is good"

Song Ci nodded, but walked out with her.

One is because Shen Qingluo's ban is still there, and the other is because of her actions today, even Mo Mei is afraid that she will never return, so she dare not let her go out.

It was Moli who made the decision after going around and around, she believed in Song Ci, if the princess blamed her, she would bear it...

To be on the safe side, Mo Mei still arranged for someone to go to the palace with Song Ci. She knelt at the gate of the palace, waiting to be summoned. What Mo Mei said to her before she left was recurring in her mind, "Husband and wife are one, we share weal and woe..."

Careful tasting, tasted too much meaning, warning, comforting..., but what I kept in my heart was just a joke...

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and a faint smile gradually emerged, while the sunset behind her gradually disappeared.

When the lights came on, Shen Qingluo, who was sleeping in her own palace, awoke leisurely, and the little eunuch at the side hurriedly bowed her waist and walked up to her, saying in a low voice: "Mr. The servant told you that you can handle it yourself, do you want to summon him?"

Mr. Song?Shen Qingluo blinked, wondering who he was talking about Mr. Song in a daze, then heard the little eunuch say again: "Mr. Song has been kneeling at the gate of the palace for several hours, and if I kneel down again, I am afraid that my body will be seriously injured." I can't take it anymore."

Is it Song Ci?Thinking of this possibility, the joy in her heart erupted like a torrent and drowned her in an instant. She stood up calmly and walked out, but her voice trembled uncontrollably, "You mean Mr. Song, but Song Ci?"

"The slave doesn't know, His Majesty calls him Young Master Song."

"Then he is Master Jingchen?" Shen Qingluo asked again, and she went through the people who could be called sons in her mind, and after confirming that she didn't know the second person surnamed Song, she felt uneasy in her heart. The joy was a little bit stronger.

One question and three questions, although Shen Qingluo didn't see any displeasure on his face, the little eunuch still knelt down and pleaded guilty: "I don't know, I haven't had the chance to see Master Jingchen in the palace, I'm not sure..."

Before finishing speaking, Shen Qingluo turned back and hurriedly interrupted: "I know, go and find a eunuch uniform for me."

There were many people at the gate of the palace, and now she was in the middle of the wind again. After thinking about it, she thought it would be better to go out to see Song Ci after putting on a disguise.

It took a lot of time for her to clean up, plus the journey, when she saw Song Ci, it was already late at night, the bright moonlight and her shadow were reflected on the palace wall together, as deserted as her people, but her actions were astonishing. Gentle, considerate and warm.

"Song Ci, I already know that you are the best." Shen Qing Luoping stepped back and walked forward, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows, and even the two little canine teeth that were usually hidden from the outside showed their sharp points The head looks really cute.

Song Ci saw it, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, but when he caught a glimpse of the moving expression in her eyes, his face was as cold as the moon, and he said lightly: "It's Miss Mo Mei who said that husband and wife are one body, we share weal and woe..."

Husband and wife are one, we share weal and woe...

Shen Qingluo recited it silently in her heart, and her heart couldn't stop beating wildly. She seemed to see a hundred flowers blooming, and saw Song Ci from the colorful and beautiful flowers, which was full of tenderness and tenderness for her.

"Actually, the grass people don't want to come over." Song Ci lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. In this night, no one could see her expression clearly.

The hand that was stretched out to support Song Ci stopped in mid-air, Shen Qingluo's breathing was stagnant, and the smile froze on her face, it turned out that she was acting affectionate...

Rather than saying that she couldn't believe it, it was better to say that she didn't want to accept it. She calmed down for a while, and then said in embarrassment: "Song Ci, you said...you don't want to come? There is no need..."

"Otherwise?" Song Ci raised his head and said calmly, his expression becoming more and more indifferent, "Could it be that the princess forgot? The imperial decree thrown over is no different to a grass-roots man than a knife on his neck."

Shen Qingluo only felt those words slapped her face like a loud slap, the burning pain, she never thought that Song Ci would think like this...

Her unafraid love for him is like a knife to kill him?Is her mind so contemptuous and disgusted by others?Such irony, the more Shen Qingluo thought about it, the more his heart ached, and the pain ran through his limbs, "Okay, okay..."

She said good-bye three times in a row before she leaned against the palace wall to stabilize her figure. Tears slid down her cheeks and fell into her temples. , I'm sorry for Song Ci..."

It was she who was sorry for Shen Qingluo...

Looking at Shen Qingluo, Song Ci shook her head almost inaudibly, her lips twitched slightly, wanting to speak but stopped, her usually indifferent eyes were filled with complex emotions, she felt guilty, but she still couldn't speak.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, I hope that from now on, Shen Qingluo will no longer have any illusions about her, and the two have nothing to do with each other...

"Let's go, Song Ci... I will let you go, and I will make it clear that Brother Huang has nothing to do with you..."

Shen Qingluo closed her eyes, and tried her best to swallow the sobs in her throat, but she still couldn't control the tears that kept streaming down.

"You can be convincing only by doing all the acting, princess, please go back."

Song Ci replied that in her eyes, there was a night that could not be seen, and there were thousands of stars dotted with it, but there was no more temperature, and it was empty...

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Is there a moment

you ever liked me

trek across the desert

You are a touch of green in the desolation

travel eight thousand miles

stepping on the scorching sand

you seem to take a break

It seems to be waiting for me

Warm and moist to the pulse of the heart

come to you from nowhere

The flowers in the desert give you a lot

did you ever like me

The corner of the cassock set off indifference

You refuse me to go nowhere

lovesickness nowhere

Mu Tiandi Yise

I'm on a pilgrimage and you're repenting

Buddha

I'm so sad

Twist yellow sand to consider

Tired of bitterness

i am so cowardly

still waiting for your charity

flirt with me

The black vortex drowns me

In a trance, I heard you say again

The closest to the farthest me

Years and months

pass me again

Give me back the years of stealing my heart