[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

Song Qi looked at Xiao Yunchuan who had climbed into the palace wall to look for him in a daze, his ears rang for a while, and he was in a daze.

"Song Qi..." Xiao Yunchuan looked at him anxiously, "Come with me, the new emperor will be announced tomorrow, they will definitely not let you go... "

Song Qi blinked at him and said softly, "Go? Where are you going?"

"Let's go to the coastal area together..." Xiao Yunchuan looked down into his eyes and said seriously, "I won't let them find you..."

Song Qi shook her head lightly, how could Xiao Yunchuan be more naive than him, if Mu Che and Song Zhe really wanted to find someone, there was no one Xiao Yunchuan could stop them.

"Your Highness..." A little maid came rushing in from outside the door, panting, "His Royal Highness's chariots and horses...had arrived at the gate of the palace...you have something to say I want to tell you..."

Song Qi collected her mood, exhaled lightly, turned her head to Xiao Yunchuan and said, "Brother Yunchuan...don't worry about me, I will take care of myself."

Xiao Yunchuan took a deep look at him.

Today was the day when he set off for the Linhai area, but after hearing about Mu Che's reversal of the case, he couldn't let it go. He slipped out while his father wasn't looking, and wanted to take Song Qi away.

Now the situation in the DPRK and China is grim, and the truth of the year is revealed to the world. After Song Zhe ascended the throne, Song Qi's fate can be imagined.

Xiao Yunchuan wanted to protect this person who was bound by a coincidence, but he couldn't let go of his heart no matter what, but his strength alone was so small, how could he not know that he couldn't lead Song Qi out of the net.

He is just not reconciled.

"I'll be back, Song Qi." Xiao Yunchuan squeezed the little emperor's palm heavily, and said softly, "Wait for me."

Song Qi didn't respond, but just raised her eyes and smiled at him.

So Xiao Yunchuan repeated it again, with a firm and serious tone: "Wait for me."

"Okay." Song Qi finally nodded, and said in a very soft voice, "Goodbye, brother Yunchuan..."

Xiao Yunchuan's eyes were moist and dull, as if a protracted storm was brewing.

In the wordless silence between each other, he pressed Song Qi's shoulder heavily, and after a while he turned and left as if making up his mind.

The boy's steps are firm and his figure is dashing, gradually disappearing from the field of vision, becoming a colorful silhouette suitable for memory.

Song Qi thought, how could they have a chance to meet again.

This is the farewell, that is never to see each other.

"Xiao Qi, what are you looking at?" Song Zhe walked into the hall, followed his gaze and looked out the window.

He was dressed in plain white clothes today, just like the first time Song Qi saw him in the Drunken Immortal Tower, elegant and elegant, like an independent fairy.

But Song Qi knew that the person in front of him, his half-brother, was far from being as simple as he thought.

"Are you confused...why can I escape from the 'Wuwu Prison'?" Song Zhe smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, walked slowly towards Song Qi, and whispered in his ear , "Because... my father built a secret passage for me back then, and even Mu Che didn't know about this secret passage..."

Song Qi barely resisted her desire to retreat, raised her head and said, "Why are you telling me these things... Tomorrow, everything I have will become yours, so why do you come here again?" Humiliate me?"

"Why can't I humiliate you?" Song Che sneered, suddenly changed his face, stepped forward and grabbed Song Qi's chin and said fiercely, "Your mother framed me like that back then, she owed me so you shouldn't come Still?"

"What do you want to do?" Song Qi frowned and turned his head, Song Zhe's crazy expression made him a little scared.

Song Zhe snorted coldly, and a hint of disdain appeared on his handsome face: "I heard that in the past...you have been accompanying Mu Che in bed? Thinking of using such a despicable method to keep your throne?"

"Stop talking nonsense here!" Song Qi blushed with anger.

Song Zhe let go of Song Qi, turned around and walked to the desk, and said sarcastically, "Then let's see... Does Mu Che care about you as much as you imagined?"

"Come here, take it away!" Song Zhe waved his hand casually, his tone arrogant as if he was manipulating an unsightly piece of garbage.

A group of dark guards rushed in from outside the house, stepped forward and detained Song Qi tightly.

"Send down the order and inform the regent... Your Highness is in my hands now. If he wants to save someone, he should show some sincerity, bring what I want, and come and talk to me in person. "

Song Qi couldn't help laughing bitterly in her heart.

Song Zhe thinks highly of him too much, in Mu Che's eyes, he is just a dispensable pawn.

-

Song Qi never thought that Mu Che would come.

In his impression, Mu Che was obviously not a person who would give up anything for him.

But for some unknown reason, Mu Che still came. He was dressed in black dark-pattern robes as usual, with a tall and straight figure, and he walked in from outside the palace door without haste.

His gaze first stayed on Song Qi for a brief moment, and then he met Song Zhe who was beside him.

"My lord regent..." Song Zhe casually held a wine glass made of white jade porcelain, and an unexplainable smile escaped from the corner of his lips, "Why did you come here empty-handed... I Do you have everything you want?"

Mu Che casually lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down beside the empty desk in the hall, and said calmly, "No."

Song Qi saw that Song Zhe's fists hidden under the table were clenched, and his veins were stretched out.

However, Song Zhe still held it quietly on his face, and said with a fake smile: "Really? That's a pity... Your trip may be in vain."

Mu Che smiled, raised his glass at him from a distance, and didn't speak.

Song Zhe squinted his eyes, lowered his head and took a sip of his wine. After a while, he couldn't sit still.

He leaned back slightly, his snake-like gaze turned straight to Song Qi who was sitting beside him, and then he curled the corners of his lips maliciously.

His cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "Recently for some reason... I feel more and more that Xiaoqi's appearance is a bit like that of a former imperial concubine, and suddenly he understands it without a teacher. Knowing where my father's favoritism came from, even the hatred is a little bit less... I have to say, such thick and gorgeous eyebrows and eyes, placed in the palace, can only be seen from a distance, but not profanity. Playing, I have to say it is a waste..."

Mu Che paused slightly when he raised his head to drink tea.

Song Zhe caught this imperceptible detail, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent as if he had succeeded.

He suddenly stretched out his long arms, and embraced Song Qi, who was stunned by his side who didn't know what to think, into his arms, and rested his chin on the small and round shoulder intimately and ambiguously, his nose moved slightly on the snow-white slender neck and sniffed lightly , sighed softly: "Xiao Qi smells really good...Could it be that the flower fairy came to tempt me..."

Mu Che's face changed slightly, and the long and slender fingers holding the sapphire teacup slightly exerted force, so that the fingertips turned white.

Song Qi felt the dangerous breathing from the side of her ear, her body trembled slightly, and her slightly wet pupils met Mu Che directly.

"Ache..." Song Qi opened her mouth soundlessly.

"I heard that the Lord Regent has always been ungrateful and ungrateful," Song Zhe noticed his small movements, squinted his eyes in displeasure, and tightened his grip on Song Qi's waist, and said in a deep voice, "I don't think so." Do you mind giving up such a mere plaything?"

Mu Che saw Song Qi's clear eyes widen, showing a bit of panic.

The heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of big hands, and there was a bit of piercing pain for no reason.

However, his face was still cold and he didn't care. He maintained a thin smile on his lips, but he didn't correct the unwarranted title of "plaything". , as long as His Highness is happy."

At that moment, Song Qi felt that something was broken in his heart.

The heartbreak came without warning, almost unexpectedly.

Mu Che's indifferent expression told him clearly that he was just a dispensable pawn in his hands.

-

After Mu Che left, Song Zhe finally couldn't suppress his anger, and lost his temper in the palace, smashing a lot of valuable and rare gadgets.

"What kind of shit is he, Mu Che? How dare he challenge me?!" Song Zhe threw the white jade inkstone in his hand heavily out of the long steps, and it fell into fragmented wreckage.

He only has half of the military power and political power in his hands. Mu Che kept saying that he would return what belonged to him, but now he withholds the other half of the control of the state machine without faith, which makes Song Zhe can't help Suspected his hidden wolf ambitions.

Song Qi huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

Song Zhe looked like a lunatic at the moment, which made Song Qi clearly realize that the long suffering in prison had already tortured him beyond human appearance, and that a manic and irritable beast lived under Pian Pian's appearance.

"Forget it..." Song Zhe sneered, gathered the elegant and luxurious cloak on his body, suddenly suppressed his anger, and looked at Song Qi with deep eyes, "In that case..."

"Come on! Take him to the sinking prison, no one is allowed to release him without my order!"

-

After a while, Song Qi realized where the sinking prison was.

It's just that he never thought that he would have to suffer such a crime for no reason before he failed the mission and left this world.

In the damp and dark dungeon, he was chained to a stone pillar, and the cold groundwater surged up from his ankles, reaching his knees, waist... and finally his mouth, nose, and eyes. .....

The reality of drowning made Song Qi feel suffocated. During the long immersion, he almost thought he was going to die.

It's a pity that the reason why the sinking prison is called sinking prison is that it will not let people die so easily.

After choking on an unknown number of saliva, the water level up to the top of the head began to slowly drop.

Song Qi opened his eyes with difficulty, leaned on the pillar and panted weakly.

It's a pity that there wasn't much time for him to adjust. It didn't take long for the second high tide to start, and the icy water once again covered his head.

Such slow but slow torture could drive people crazy. Song Qi felt that his hands and feet no longer belonged to him, and his consciousness gradually dissipated. He was almost certain that he would die in this place.

Song Zhe wanted him to die.

I don't know how long it has passed, my vision has become blurred, my mind has become sluggish, and I can only hear a clear and slightly hurried footsteps from far to near.

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a graceful black shadow walked in front of him.

"Song Qi..." His slightly warm fingertips touched Song Qi's side face, he opened his eyes in a daze, and barely outlined Mu Che's face in his hazy vision.

"Song Qi..." The visitor gently shook his shoulders, and then a black shadow came down from the top of his head. Mu Che squatted down, keeping his gaze in balance with Song Qi.

"Be patient..." He stretched out his fingertips, touched Song Qi's cheek lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take you out tomorrow..."

Song Qi smiled when she heard this, her gaze stayed on Mu Che's slightly trembling fingertips.

"Are you afraid, Ache?" His breath was weak, his pale lips parted slightly, and he made a barely audible sound, "Are you afraid too?"

Mu Che was taken aback, a crack appeared on that handsome face that rarely showed any expression.

"But...can you kiss me?" Song Qi raised his eyes with difficulty, wet drops of water slid down his forehead and trickled down the corners of his eyes, like tears.

For a moment, Mu Che felt as if his heart was being grasped by two hands, and the intense throbbing pain gave him the illusion that Song Qi would leave forever.

"Do you just hate me that much..." No response was received, Song Qi smiled self-deprecatingly, "Forget it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus that belonged exclusively to Mu Che had already covered him.

The Lord Regent, who has always been aloof, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was touching a piece of fragile porcelain.

This kiss was light and short, with unspeakable forbearance and restraint.

"Song Qi...wait for me..." Mu Che touched Song Qi's lower lip, which was softened by the water, and said softly, "Wait for me..."

-

In the third year of Jiayin, Song Zhe, the deposed prince of the Great Song Dynasty, officially ascended the throne.

At the enthronement ceremony, the regent Mu Che released his waist and military power, and presented the drafted silk script and the three chapters of the new emperor's contract in public.

What is puzzling is that the first clause in the contract is actually related to the deposed emperor Song Qi.

It mentioned, "The blame for the past, all kinds of grievances and grievances, can no longer be pursued, and the life and death of the abolished emperor Song Qi in the future cannot be discussed anymore, and he is free to himself."

Song Zhe had a gloomy face, and said with a sneer, "It seems that the Lord Regent cares more about that person than I imagined."

Just as the ministers were discussing, the shadow guard arrived in a hurry with the prison guards.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!" The jailer was sweating coldly, kneeling in the middle of the hall, not daring to stand up straight, "That person... that person is gone..."

-

It should be daylight.

Song Qi heard the footsteps of the guards walking around outside the prison gate, and the music that would only sound when the emperor ascended the throne could be faintly heard from far, far away. It was dull, solemn, and awe-inspiring.

Song Qi raised her head, thinking a little weakly, what kind of reaction Mu Che would have if he found out that he had disappeared.

There should be a little anger, presumably Mu Che doesn't like the feeling that things are out of his control.

Will you be sad?

Maybe a little bit, because he lost a plaything that was cheap but barely enough to relieve boredom.

Song Qi felt his consciousness gradually loosen, and a long-lost system notification sound came from his ear: "Mission failed, the current world will end in 30 seconds."

It's okay to end... let's end quickly...

Anyway, there is nothing worse than heartbreak.

Accepting one's incompetence turned out to be not such a difficult thing.