The princess pushes her close to a woman

After Song Ci came to the throne, after cleaning up the matters in the court, he also cleaned up the matters in the harem. Even King Zhongli's mother was sent to the nunnery for cleaning up.

However, Shen Qingluo still doesn't want to live in the harem. She doesn't want to be Song Ci's concubine, which will make her feel insecure. A new mansion was built.

But since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for a queen living outside the palace. When the mansion was built, Song Ci secretly brought her there, "Qing Luo, if you don't like living in the palace, you can live here. I will handle it." I'll come to accompany you when I'm done."

Shen Qingluo was both surprised and delighted, holding Song Ci in full view without letting go, the wild thoughts in his heart dissipated in an instant, and those inexplicable uneasiness were also calmed down.

The servants arranged in the mansion were all trustworthy people transferred from the palace, and Song Ci didn't bring any of those old nuns who always liked to use rules to restrain Shen Qingluo.

Shen Qingluo's life was more comfortable than in Daliang. She was happy, and Song Ci also became happy.

On this day, as soon as Song Ci stopped outside the mansion, Song Ci could hear the commotion outside. She opened the curtain and looked over. In front of a group of guards, they confronted each other.

She quickly jumped out of the car, trotted over under the worried eyes of the eunuch, and kicked away the blue-clothed guards blocking her. With a few screams, not only Shen Qingluo noticed that Song Ci was coming, but the middle-aged man also noticed When someone came over, he frowned, turned his head casually, and said dissatisfied: "What kind of cat or dog dares to act presumptuously in front of this official, first arrest him and put him in a prison, and wait for this palace to report to King Zhongli to punish him."

"you dare!"

Even though he knew that the little boy in front of him, Nai Song, could not give up, Shen Qingluo couldn't help but stood up, pointed his sword at him, and angrily reprimanded: "Li Yang, tell your people to stop, did you hear that?"

Song Ci didn't see the man's face, and didn't know his identity, but it didn't affect her desire to fix this man. A smile flashed across her cold face, she blinked at Shen Qingluo, and stopped again. The person in front of her kicked out, "It's okay, let me practice my hands."

"Who dares..." The middle-aged man turned his head angrily, caught a glimpse of Song Ci, and knelt down immediately, "King Zhongli, please forgive me, I didn't intend to offend you..."

As his words fell, the people he led also stopped their offensive, Song Ci paced over unhurriedly, and said leisurely: "Great Liang is here?"

"Returning to King Zhongli, you are the next official. I saw you above the hall two days ago." Li Yang flattered him, and crawled to Song Ci's feet in a slavish manner.

The anger in Shen Qingluo's eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and he wished someone could beat him to death with sticks.

Song Ci guessed his intention, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "You go back first."

As she spoke, she pulled Shen Qingluo into the mansion, and said as she walked, "Qing Luo, what do you think?"

"Song Jun, I didn't want to see him." Shen Qingluo's complexion changed, his eyes were full of grievances, and he wanted Song Ci to hug her after throwing the sword.

If Shen Qingluo wanted to see him, the two would not confront each other at the door, Song Ci knew in his heart that this was not what she asked.Facing Shen Qingluo's unreasonable answer, she smiled helplessly, raised her arms and hugged him up, "Swords have no eyes, why did you go into battle yourself?"

"There are so many people in the house, why don't you let them go? If you don't want them to do it, you can send someone to me to solve it. Why take the risk yourself?"

"Nonsense, I'm not reluctant to part with them." Shen Qingluo cast a glance at her, then lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I didn't want to fight him."

There was a faint sadness between her brows, Song Ci knew that it was something between her and Great Liang that made Qing Luo difficult.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sighed, "Qing Luo, I didn't want you to know."

Hearing this, Shen Qingluo couldn't help but turn red, buried her head in Song Ci's arms, and said sullenly: "Song Jun, I know, just like I don't want to stay in the harem, you also don't want to bring the country into Great Liang. Dependent State."

Song Ci's heart couldn't help trembling, she felt heartbroken knowing the reason why Shen Qingluo didn't want to be her queen, she took a deep breath, and said in the usual tone: "That's right, I don't want to be a vassal to Daliang. Li Yang humiliated the queen, His crime deserves to be punished, and I will have his head sent back to Great Liang."

"At the same time, afternoon!"

After she finished speaking, her body tensed up instantly, waiting for Shen Qingluo to push her away.

Shen Qingluo hummed lightly, and after a while, she moved her body, got up from Song Ci's arms with red eyes, stared at Song Ci in a bad tone and said, "Who is going?"

If Song Ci dared to tell her to go, he would never spare her.

"I..." Seeing the chill in Shen Qingluo's eyes, Song Ci felt guilty for a moment, and hurriedly changed his words: "Qing Luo, how dare I go, I will stay in the capital to accompany you, and I will send another person to go out."

Shen Qingluo's eyes turned slightly, and soon he noticed, his smile became more charming, Su Baiyu fingered the Song Ci earrings, half joking and half threatening: "Song Jun, can you just send that old man who always likes to impeach me? "

"Qing Luo, that man is a civil servant..." Song Ci wanted to cry but didn't dare to hide.

Her Qing Luo has a sensitive mind now, she must not bully her like she did in Great Liang, lest she feel even more uneasy.

"Then let him be a supervisor," Shen Qingluo said, glanced at her faintly, and said in a cool tone: "Why, you don't want to?"

"No," Song Ci's head was a little big, and the smile on his face became more and more humble, "Qing Luo, Master Yun is getting old, this border...he can't bear it..."

"You started protecting your father-in-law before you got married?" The smile on Shen Qingluo's face disappeared immediately, she got up from her arms, flicked her sleeves, and walked out without looking back.

"Qing Luo, what are you talking about?" Song Ci quickly chased after her, grabbed her by the sleeve and said, "I have already pointed out her daughter to someone else, and the wedding is just a few days away."

"He still has a little daughter," Shen Qingluo snorted coldly, and pulled back her sleeves, "I won't hinder you anymore, you divorced me, whoever you want to marry, I just followed Li Yang back to the university. Liang, find a temple with a green lantern and an ancient Buddha to spend the rest of his life."

Skylark's youngest daughter is still a yellow-haired girl...

Song Ci knew that after she retorted, either Qing Luo would be even more angry, or Qing Luo would find other excuses to hate her, she simply admitted her mistake, flicked her robe, and knelt down, "Lady, don't get angry, I'll listen to you , let Master Yun go."

When she knelt down, Shen Qingluo was stunned for an instant, and quickly pulled her up, "Song Ci, what are you doing? I just said that casually..."

Song Ci resolutely refused to get up, and she said sincerely: "Qing Luo, no matter in Daliang or Nanyan, I treat you with the same heart. In Daliang, I was never afraid of your identity. In Nanyan, you You don't have to worry about my identity."

Shen Qingluo's hand that supported her stopped, a bit of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

Song Ci's heart suddenly ached, and she couldn't hide the sadness in her heart. She closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look again, "Qing Luo, you and I are husband and wife..."

"Song Ci..." Shen Qingluo bit her lip, sobbing uncontrollably, she knelt down in front of Song Ci with a puff, hugged her tightly, with regret on her face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She has the sincerity to lose Jun Song, and she makes Jun Jun sad.

"Qing Luo, I don't want your sorry," Song Ci patted her on the back, and smiled slightly with lowered eyes, "I want your wholehearted trust..."

Although it is extremely cold at high places, as long as Shen Qingluo trusts her and stays with her heart, she will never feel cold.

This time Shen Qingluo agreed without hesitation, she silently clenched her sleeves tightly, and said with a firm expression: "In the future, when I can't help thinking about it, I will only think about Song Jun's kindness to me, and I will never try Song Song again. Jun..."

"No, if you can't control your overthinking, it must be my fault. Just tell me and I will change it."

Song Ci took the responsibility on himself in a serious manner, causing Shen Qingluo to laugh. With tears in his eyes, Shen Qingluo thumped her lightly and said: "If a war really breaks out, you are not allowed to win a city, and you are not allowed to lose a city. Can you do it?"

"Frankly speaking, my lady, you are a bit demanding." Song Ci smiled and pulled Shen Qingluo up, rubbing her knees while saying: "If you let Yunque go, you might be attacked by Li Wei to Wangcheng. If I go..."

She played tricks, looked at Shen Qingluo leisurely, pointed to her side face, Shen Qingluo quickly kissed her, and said eagerly: "You are not allowed to go, think about other people."

"Of course I won't go. If I go, I will definitely hit the Imperial City of Great Liang."

When the words fell, Shen Qingluo grabbed her ear. She knew that Song Ci wasn't talking big, but seeing the complacency in her brows, she wanted to teach her a lesson, "Don't talk so much nonsense, what I want is neither to lose nor to win." .”

"Peace talks, but Li Yang is disrespectful to you and must be killed."

Shen Qingluo's hand landed on her waist impartially, and looked at her dangerously, "Song Jun, I'll give you one more chance, you've made up your mind and said it."

"He dared to take chances to come to you for such a big national event. I guess he must not be a gentleman. If you refuse to see him today, if you let him go back to Daliang, he will definitely add fuel and insult to you. It's too late. It's not as good as it is now." killed."

Song Ci said murderous words, but there was a smile in her eyes, and her Qing Luo finally stopped keeping her words in her heart.

"But if I can't even protect an ambassador, they must think that my life in Nanyan is not satisfactory..."

Shen Qingluo still didn't want Song Ci to kill someone, Song Ci saw the embarrassment on her face, and soon had an idea in his mind, "Then don't kill him."

At worst, she spends some effort to arrest him and teach him, and forgive him for not daring to speak nonsense when he goes back.

This is almost the same, Shen Qingluo is satisfied, and there is no need for Song Ci to rub her legs, but he still leads Song Ci outside the gate of the mansion, holding his voice and saying softly: "My lord, do you think the plaque on the door of the concubine is right?" Changed?"

The shocked Song Ci almost couldn't breathe, she looked helpless and said: "It's time to change, Qing Luo, what do you want to change?"

"How about Princess Jinghua's mansion?" Shen Qingluo covered her mouth and laughed, she had wanted to do this a long time ago, "They all said that I am a spoiled child, if I don't put it into practice, wouldn't I be sorry for myself?"

"Okay, I'll write to you, do you want to meet the son-in-law or something? It's also arranged."

When it came to the end, Song Ci's breath was unsteady, and the reluctance in his eyes was so bright that it was difficult for Shen Qingluo to turn a blind eye.

Her scalp was numb, and she said with a dry smile: "Yes, one of you is enough..."

Although she wanted to help Song Ci divert those old men's guns and tongues to herself, she didn't want to piss off Song Ci, and she bore all the sufferings of both parties.

The reluctance in Song Ci's eyes dissipated, and she suppressed the corners of her upturned lips, and reluctantly agreed, "That's fine, then I'll work harder. I'll be a consort for the first half month and the second half a month for face-to-face."

"Come on, today should be face-to-face, right?" Song Ci elongated his tone, and looked at Shen Qingluo inexplicably. Shen Qingluo's legs were weak, and he hummed perfunctorily before going to the mansion.

Her steps were a little messy, Song Ci followed with a smile on her face, and when she reached the atrium, Shen Qingluo turned her head in shame, "What are you doing with me?"

"Serve in bed."

Song Ci spoke unhurriedly, and Shen Qingluo, whose brows were indifferent but aggressive, had nowhere to hide, so he could only find fault and said: "Look at you, how can you look like a face?"

With clear eyebrows and a steady demeanor, he waved his folding fan in a chic way, more like a master than her...

"Isn't it right?"

Song Ci looked himself up and down, put away the folding fan casually, bowed to Shen Qingluo respectfully, "Your Highness, how about this?"

Shen Qingluo nodded, seeing the satisfied smile in Song Ci's eyes, she quickly shook her head and said, "No, you still need to be a little softer."

"How about this?" Song Ci lowered his head slightly, and took off his hair crown casually. His long black hair, like a waterfall, set off a gust of fragrant wind, and then fell gently on his waist. When he raised his eyes, he looked at Shen Qingluo timidly, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of his daughter's desire The words are still ashamed.

Shen Qingluo's eyes were bright, and he couldn't look away, but he shook his head cruelly and said, "No, it's not charming enough."

"Really?" Song Ci smiled and walked towards her, hugged the unsuspecting Shen Qingluo by the waist, and said as he walked, "Why don't your Highness teach the servants?"

Shen Qingluo's exclamation was swallowed up, and she could only watch helplessly as she was being bullied by that cold and jade-like face, and she was powerless to fight back.

The slightly cool fingertips are slightly lingering on the rouge-like blushing eye corners, spreading like fire and burning every inch of skin, the dewy peach blossoms and rain into the eyes are all soft and charming to the bone.

"Thank you Your Highness..."

The blue silk beside the pillow was entangled without distinguishing each other, Song Ci smiled in Shen Qingluo's ear like a fox stealing fish.

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