Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

He Qianheng had to be wary of the relationship between mother and child. Although Concubine Shou was not his biological mother, she was the late emperor's concubine after all. As a son, he did something to his father's concubine, so he would inevitably provoke criticism.

However, Yuan Moyi didn't need to care about these things. He felt that he had made a profit, and he said, "I'm going to kill that poisonous woman. If you hand me over, you will treat me as a gift to civil and military officials." Confession."

He Qianheng held down the back of Yuan Moyi's neck firmly, and the latter's cheek was pressed against the bed, deformed by the squeeze.

He Qianheng laughed wildly, leaned over and said in his ear, "When will I explain to them? If I want to kill, who do I need to hide? You just stay in peace, I have a use for that woman, the concubine."

Having said that, Yuan Moyi was still uneasy, thinking that he would not live long.

At night, he tentatively pushed He Qianheng, and seeing that he didn't respond, he stepped over him lightly.

Yuan Moyi ran to Song's residence in a trance, pried open Song Zichen's door, came and left quietly, as if he was satisfied with just one glance.

He took off a small jade flute on his body, and placed something the size of a palm next to the other person's pillow, so that Song Zichen could find it when he opened his eyes.

Yuan Moyi leaned down and pinched herself secretly.He quickly got up, tucked up the quilt for Song Zichen, and took a last look with nostalgia.

He always feels guilty about this innocent brother, and staying away is the correct way to protect him.

The next day, He Qianheng got the news that the concubine had been assassinated, and the assassin had been taken away by Dali Temple.

He Qianheng personally brought the man back. Seeing Yuan Moyi, who was covered in bruises, he was furious. Dali Temple Shaoqing bumped into the gun, "You bunch of trash, when did Dali Temple start to torture you! If there is something wrong with my concubine?" Anyway, you all will be buried with him!"

When the emperor was angry, all civil and military officials fell to their knees.Although Emperor Yanwen was a bit difficult to figure out, his political achievements were obvious to all, and he couldn't make a mistake.

Even if it is to attack other countries, it is for the great cause of Jia State, and the merits will go on for generations.

After the court came down, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple was besieged, and everyone beat their chests and scolded, "You fool, why did you take your majesty's beloved concubine away!"

"The concubine asked me to arrest a man, how do I know that he is a concubine!" Lord Ran cried with a sad face.

He became cannon fodder in a daze, Master Ran called out for injustice, anyone who entered Dali Temple, regardless of guilt or not, would have to be whipped.The other deadly gadgets such as iron combs, pins, broken cones, etc. have not yet greeted Concubine Chong, and he is so wronged that he has nothing to say.

The shrewd man immediately smelled the wind and rain, and the silence dispersed.

The news from the palace trickled into Song Jingwen's ears. He flipped through the latest magazine in his hand, and scratched Xie Feng's chin from time to time. Can be a demon."

Xie Feng ate a candied fruit with his hand, and suddenly remembered something, "The concubine seems to be Princess Minying who is married, isn't that from my uncle?"

Song Jingwen stopped flipping the book, looked at Xie Feng hesitantly, and said, "Has there been any letters from uncle recently? If he really ordered this matter behind his back, our situation will not be very good."

Xie Feng knew this well, he still had the name of a little prince on his head.Although he is just an idle prince, the blood relationship is not fake.

He raised his head, stopped the hands fiddling with the small gifts, and suddenly said, "Since we failed to go to Di Zhuguo as promised last time, my uncle has been urging me, and I have delivered several letters."

"No wonder!" Xie Feng got up quickly, and found those letters from the study.

Song Jingwen took a few letters and glanced at them hastily, and then lit them on the candle, not showing on his face, but his heart was already full of twists and turns.

Xie Feng stood at the side helplessly, hesitatingly said, "How about I pack my luggage now and let's leave at night?"

Seemingly quite frightened, Song Jingwen pretended to smile relaxedly at Xie Feng and rubbed his head, "I'm just guessing, let's not do anything wrong and run away in a hurry. You are Di Zhuguo Is it the little spy sent?"

Xie Feng glared at him viciously, "It's already this time, do you still have the mind to joke around?"

"When is this time? Let me ask you, are you from Di Zhu?" The old god Song Jingwen picked up Xie Feng from the ground and hung it on his waist, "We are natives of Jia, so we have to have someone to move me." Reason."

Xie Feng turned his head, feeling that what the husband said was very reasonable, he opened his mouth wide in a daze, "That's right."

look stupid...

However, Song Jingwen liked it so much that he let his imagination run amok and assigned a task to this little ancestor, "Add an article to the content of this batch of magazines. Starting tomorrow, fireworks will be displayed for three consecutive nights, and everyone in the city is invited to watch the fireworks."

"It's such a big commotion..." Xie Feng blinked and smiled tacitly, "You want everyone to know that we are in the capital, instead of going to the border like every year!"

A child can be taught, Song Jingwen pinched his chin to beg for a kiss.

The final publication of newspapers has to pass the eyes of the court, but magazines are not used. This is a new thing created by Song Jingwen.The thick book contains mostly fashion trends, neighborhood anecdotes, and interesting advertisements. Buying one is like opening a blind box.

This magazine is not just a paper product, there are also gadgets hidden in it, including rouge and gouache, miniature weapons, and even children's toys.

This audience is much larger than that of newspapers. After all, it is not the era of national literacy, and there are many illiterate people.

Song Jingwen was not satisfied with this, and took Xie Feng to the theater during the day, where rehearsals for a new play began.

And Boss Song wants to use the power of capital, and plans to let his little one into the group with a salary, "How many times has the boss sent you an invitation letter, and you are not tempted to be the leading actor?"

Xie Feng held a glass of mint water in his hand, moistening his spleen and lungs coolly, and smiled when he heard this, "The male protagonist is a fifteen-year-old boy, and I... I'm not that young."

As he spoke, he became ashamed, wishing he could bury his head in his collar.Song Jingwen thought to himself that your slap is bigger than your little face, and when you touch it white and tender, you will get a red mark, isn't it small enough?

"The boss of the theater is not blind. He must have chosen you because you meet the requirements of the role. You are small and petite, and I believe you are fourteen." Song Jingwen pinched his earlobe and rubbed it, and breathed on the other's ear. , Immediately, blush spread from his neck, Xie Feng pushed him, "Don't do it, someone is there."

Song Jingwen lay on his body shamelessly, and hugged him from behind, "I can't even hug my own wife? Could it be that the 15-year-old Feng Baobao despises her husband?"

"You're talking nonsense again," Xie Feng threw an elbow back, mischievously calling him Uncle Song.

Uncle Song immediately sent someone to tell the director of the theatre, and he abducted his own little thing and went back to do what an adult can do!

The weather in Kyoto is getting colder, Xie Feng goes to the theater to rehearse every day.He was the one who rejected it at the beginning, but now he started working harder than anyone else.

Boss Gao of the theater diligently reported every detail to Song Jingwen, the owner behind the scenes. He was afraid that Xie Feng would knock himself down when he was on stage, and he couldn't explain to his owner.

Boss Gao sent Song Jingwen away in fear, and turned around to severely beat up his resident actors, "Tighten up your skin, let's perform this play well, and the officials, ladies and wives will not be less rewarded. The assiduous spirit of learning from Xie Feng is gone."

Song Jingwen sent people to the theater, while he moved between several factories, and gathered all the managers of the Song family in the capital, and discussed behind closed doors for a whole day.

The workload during the day was still too much, Xie Feng was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow when he came back at night, which made people feel distressed.

Song Jingwen sighed, and rubbed his legs and belly tirelessly, and then carefully touched the essential oil inch by inch, until he was so fragrant that he held him in his arms.

Xie Feng moaned and groaned comfortably, stomped around, and unconsciously sent his feet to Song Jingwen's body. , "Little heartless, sleep as soon as you come back, instead I have become a vacant room alone."

It was also an ordinary day, and Song Jingwen was looking at the ledger in the pavilion in another courtyard.Ji Zhou came over in a hurry, stood still anxiously, and said shockingly, "Xie Feng was taken away by a group of officers and soldiers!"

Song Jingwen got up quickly, and took the pen holder on the desk case. The pen holder wobbled in a circle, and finally hit the table with a "slap".

He frowned, and was about to walk out immediately, "Why?"

Ji Zhou hurriedly followed his steps, his face was a little ugly, "Brother Feng killed Wei Chenglin."

Wei Chenglin is the only son of the Wei family. Although the prestige of the Wei family is different from before, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.Killing the only son of the family all of a sudden, wouldn't it be a death feud!

Song Jingwen didn't believe it, and unconsciously defended him, "Feng'er wouldn't be that kind of person, even if he was, it must be Wei Chenglin who did something unreasonable first."

"Where did you take him?" Song Jingwen thought quickly, turned around and went back home.

Ji Zhou calmed down, and said succinctly, "Because the one who died was the son of a court official, Brother Feng has been taken to Dali Temple now."

Song Jingwen was startled, and galloped on the market, throwing the people behind him far away.

He held back his anger, and he had figured out something strange about this on the way here.

Song Jingwen knocked on the door of Dali Temple with a smile, and politely expressed that he wanted to see Master Ran.

Song Jingwen is well-known in this capital, he is not only a merchant, he also freely entered and left the palace gate a while ago, how could they be offended by petty officials.

The gatekeeper immediately went to report, but who would have thought that Mr. Ran would firmly close the door and disappear.

This old thing, Song Jingwen gritted his teeth bitterly, and he said there was a problem with this matter!

Song Jingwen stood in front of the gate of Dali Temple full of thoughts, touched his cuffs and began to curse frankly, catching Lord Ran specifically to make fun of him, "Ran Heng, you old bastard! Did your family open Dali Temple? This is for the people It’s convenient for you, but you don’t try when the people are wronged, and you pretend to be compassionate, but in reality you are a stupid official who doesn’t know right from wrong!”

Lord Ran has one head and two big heads, this is an insult to the imperial court official in the street!If you don't catch him, catch who!

"It's unreasonable to arrest Song Jingwen as well!" Master Ran was so angry that he walked away to the prison.

He rubbed his temples and felt that he was really miserable too. He was not ordered by his superiors, but he was notorious.

This is more than equal.

The prison door was swiftly opened, and a young man was hung on the top of the torture rack, with a steel whip whipping him with a murderous look. He trembled instinctively, but he clenched his teeth tightly.

This seemed to be Xie Feng, Master Ran concentrated his mind, comforting himself thinking that anyone should suffer the caning, it has nothing to do with him.

He avoided the pool of blood left by someone, walked slowly in front of Xie Feng, and asked with a smile, "Can you plead guilty? Then Wei Chenglin still has your dagger stuck in his chest, which is beyond excuse." .”

Xie Feng stared at his blood-red eyes, coughed and spat out blood, "It was him, he bumped into it! I hope your lord will see clearly!"

Seeing his half-dead appearance, Mr. Ran doubted the power of the steel whip for the first time, this brother is too weak!

Ran Heng rubbed the blood on his fingertips, and asked with a cold face, "Then let me put it another way, what is your purpose in sneaking into our country, Prince Shun?"

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