I am a ruler in troubled times

Taojiao and Suyue's flustered expressions were hard to hide, but they didn't dare to explain what happened in the room.

In anxiety, Jinbao and Yinbao rushed in from the door to see what happened inside the house.

There were only Song Peiyu and Chong Yi who was being hugged by his princess in the room, and it was difficult for Jin Bao and Yin Bao to lose sight of them.

After a moment of silence, Jinbao and Yinbao turned around quickly, and when they left, they did not forget to close the door thoughtfully.

After the very clear sound of closing the door, the room fell into an indescribable silence again.

Song Peiyu blinked under Chong Yi's eager gaze.

He was a little cowardly, but he couldn't admit it.

"Let go," Song Peiyu said softly.

Chong Yi let go of the hand on Song Peiyu's shoulder and neck in a gentle manner.

Song Peiyu didn't feel that his shoulders and neck became lighter, but suddenly felt an unbearable weight from his hands, and almost threw Chong Yi to the ground.

He looked at Chong Yi in disbelief, this person is so heavy?

Not only did Chong Yi not feel guilty, but he showed a slightly smug smile.

He took the initiative to stand on the ground, circled around Song Peiyu for half a circle, stopped in front of Song Peiyu, raised his arms slightly, "Can we start?"

What to start with?

If he tells Chong Yi now that he has indirect amnesia, will Chong Yi believe him?

Song Peiyu raised her hand, pushed back the broken hair that blocked her eyes, walked towards Chong Yi's side naturally, and said in a low voice, "I haven't read this book for a long time, I'll ask Jin Bao to find a book, I First review and understand, and then I will teach you."

When Chong Yi grabbed her wrist, Song Peiyu's heart skipped a beat.

He heard Chong Yi's extremely deep voice, "Find someone with a picture, let's take a look together."

The heart that suddenly went on strike resumed work silently, and I don't know how many times more diligent than before.

Song Peiyu, who originally wanted to find an excuse to change the subject, and then dragged the matter away, had to admit that lying down with Chong Yi and reading a book with pictures... This idea is very good!

Ever since they left Xianyang, Song Peiyu and Chong Yi lived and ate together.

The conditions on the road are difficult, even if everyone loves Song Peiyu and is sick, and give Song Peiyu the best room in the inn, at most, the situation of leaking wind and rain will be better, and the room will be bigger, but there will not be an extra bed or a room like home. So soft and comfortable.

Song Peiyu didn't want to sleep on the ground, and couldn't bear to let Chong Yi sleep on the ground.

What else do the two men care about?

Let's live in the future, they have even lived in caves, it would be nice to have a bed.

Song Peiyu and Chong Yi never had redundant thoughts because of sharing the same bed along the way.

Once this kind of thought starts to pop up... it's a bit hard to resist.

Song Peiyu is 19 years old this year. In the early years, due to congenital deficiencies, she developed later than her peers, so she hardly had any thoughts on this.

But after all, he is a normal, impulsive teenager who is also very good at brainstorming.

Because of a sudden thought, Song Peiyu deliberately soaked for an extra quarter of an hour when taking a bath.

Jin Bao's work efficiency was still so high, and soon he walked in from the outside holding three or five picture albums stacked together.

Song Peiyu was a little embarrassed after realizing it, and lowered her head to take the teacup that had been emptied long ago, wanting to wait for Jin Bao to leave before going to look at the picture album.

After Jin Bao put down the album, he didn't intend to leave immediately. He glanced at the two people who were sitting on the kang table under the window, and quietly clenched his cuffs.

After the three of them were silent for a while, Chong Yi raised his head from the nine chains that were about to fly out of his subordinates, and looked at Jin Bao with deep eyes.

Jin Bao bowed his head under the extremely oppressive gaze, but he still refused to move as if he was nailed to the ground.

Song Peiyu coughed lightly, and put down the teacup as if she had just seen Jin Bao, "Did you find it? I don't need you here, go back and rest."

Jin Bao kept his head down, and said in a muffled voice, "It's a pity that the master is in a hurry, so he only found these few books with rough painting skills. Why don't you wait a few more days, and I will be able to get out the good things that the rich merchants have treasured."

"Hmm..." Song Peiyu couldn't hide her ears any longer when she thought about the "good things" that Jin Bao was talking about, and even became parched. She cleared her throat again, and said vaguely while waving her hands, "Just use it first, It's not as fine as that, and you also rest earlier."

Song Peiyu had told him twice to go back and rest, no matter how unwilling he was, Jin Bao would not let Song Peiyu say it a third time.

Jin Bao sighed silently, walked from the table where the 'picture album' was placed to Song Peiyu's side, took out the jade bottle in his sleeve and stuffed it into Song Peiyu's hand, who was always hanging his head, and said worriedly, "You know how to use it?" Bar?"

Song Peiyu was stunned, and looked down at the jade bottle in her hand. It was only the size of a palm, and the tentacles were warm and cool. It turned out to be a high-quality warm jade.

what is this?

Song Peiyu was about to open the jade bottle to see what was inside, when a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind, and she froze in place.

No way?

No way!

Jin Bao is so caring? !

He just wanted a 'painting book', but Jin Bao even found the ointment for him.

Song Peiyu stiffly changed the action of wanting to open the jade bottle into the expression of holding the jade bottle in the palm of her hand and raising her eyelids to look at Jin Bao's expression.

Jin Bao was looking at him with hatred and bitterness on his face, his eyes contained many complex emotions such as worry, heartache, expectation... and so on.

Song Peiyu suddenly felt a little cold, but he was obviously wearing clothes.

Seeing Song Peiyu just staring at him without speaking, and even the back of his ears getting redder, the hope in Jin Bao's eyes completely dimmed, he said in a low voice, "Young one and Yin Bao are standing outside the door, call us if you have something to do. "

After all, Jin Bao waited on the spot for a few more breaths before giving up completely. After checking the window, he turned around and walked away.

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door that Song Peiyu felt relieved. He looked around and couldn't find anything suitable, so he raised his right hand to fan the wind on the side of his face.

Although the effect is small, it can bring him great psychological comfort.

However, another living person in the room would not let Song Peiyu get out of embarrassment so smoothly.

Song Peiyu has tried his best to ignore Chong Yi's gaze on his hand holding the porcelain bottle, but Chong Yi still refuses to let him go.

"What kind of medicine is in the jade bottle, why are you uncomfortable?" Chong Yi asked, while extending his long, bony hand to Song Peiyu's hand holding the porcelain bottle, obviously wanting to see Song Peiyu's medicine.

Song Peiyu was still thinking about reading the "picture book" together later, how could he let Chong Yi know that Jinbao was so considerate that even the ointment was prepared in advance.

He had neither experienced it nor imagined that he would experience it.

In Song Peiyu's mind, even if he wants to discuss experience, he should start from the entry level, at most it is friendly and mutual assistance, how can he be so explosive at the beginning?

"It's not medicine, it's..." Song Peiyu put his eyes on the teacup and blurted out, "It's nectar!"

After all, Song Peiyu got up from the kang table quickly, planning to put away the dangerous items in his hands first.

As long as he can pretend nothing happened, Chong Yi will not know what is in the jade bottle.

Poor Song Peiyu is already in a daze, and doesn't remember the bloody and tearful experience of 'Don't lie to Chong Yi' at all.

Just when Song Peiyu found a suitable place and was about to seal up the jade vase, she suddenly heard Chong Yi's voice from behind him, "What kind of nectar is it? Make me a pot first."

!!!

Song Peiyu shivered in fright, and the jade bottle came out.

With quick eyes and hands, Chong Yi scooped up the jade bottle into his hands.

At a certain moment, Song Peiyu felt that he heard the sound of blood pressure rising.

He immediately snapped Chong Yi's fingers to snatch the jade bottle. After grabbing it, he held the jade bottle tightly in his hand, glared fiercely at Chong Yi, and asked aggressively, "Drink tea or read the picture book!"

Chong Yi immediately took half a step back and said without hesitation, "Look at the album."

Song Peiyu pointed to the albums stacked on the table, and then pointed to the bed that had been made.

Chong Yi carefully looked at Song Peiyu's face, then glanced at the jade bottle in Song Peiyu's hand, and then slowly turned around to get the album.

Seeing that Chong Yi had already put all the picture albums on the bed and was sitting on the bed waiting for him, Song Peiyu hesitated for a while, fearing that Chong Yi would wake up earlier than him tomorrow, and if his IQ was offline, he would really drink the ointment as nectar...

In the end, Song Peiyu still brought the jade bottle that had been covered warmly to the bed.

Before looking at the album, Song Peiyu sat on the bed and lifted up her trouser legs, revealing her straight and pale calves, opened the jade bottle generously, and applied the light green ointment with a faint fragrance on it.

After noticing Chong Yi's gaze, Song Peiyu explained nonchalantly, "It's not nectar, it's ointment, which can... skin rejuvenation and whitening. I was too embarrassed to use it in front of you."

Chong Yi looked from Song Peiyu's calf, followed Song Peiyu's pale yellow pajamas all the way up, and finally landed on Song Peiyu's trembling eyelashes, "Shall I wipe it for you?"

Song Peiyu's hand shook violently, and the light green ointment poured out immediately, and he poured the whole bottle of ointment into the palm of his hand.

"You don't need to help me, I will help you." Song Peiyu's calm gaze moved from the light green palm to Chongyi's lap under the nightgown.

It can only be said that it is the ointment used there. No matter how small and fresh the color and taste are, the texture will inevitably be strange.

After putting the whole bottle of ointment on the legs of the two people, Song Peiyu always felt that there was something wrong with the legs, and even his hands seemed to be soaked in cold oil, and they couldn't be wiped clean no matter how much they rubbed.

He wanted to get down to wash his hands, but when he sat up and wanted to get out of bed, Chong Yi hugged his waist behind him.

Chong Yi came up from behind, with a slightly heavy chin on Song Peiyu's shoulder, and his voice almost rang in Song Peiyu's ear, "Don't you read the album?"

Song Peiyu was powerless against Chong Yi's aggrieved voice, and threw the handkerchief on the ground, "Look!"

The two of them lay side by side on the bed, their heads pressed together, their eyes fixed on the picture album in front of them, and the expressions on their faces were unexpectedly the same.

Song Peiyu took a deep breath, and opened the cover with a very serious attitude.

After just one glance, Song Peiyu withered.

what is this?

Green Jinjiang Begonia Brochure, that's it?

The two people in the atlas are not only covered with strange black spots on key parts, but also have a serious imbalance in body proportions. The most exaggerated thing is that there are black spots on the muscle lines.

Gong... let's call someone who looks like a [-]-jin zongzi a gong, and a person who looks like a zongzi leaf is called a shou.

When the two people overlapped up and down, not only were the spots full of black spots unconnected, but there was no point on their bodies where they touched each other.

Obviously, it should be the posture of Gong lying on the body, but there is a huge gap between each other's bodies, and it is no problem to draw at least five of the same style.

The visual effect is like putting big rice dumplings into a small pot, because the rice dumplings are too big and the pot is too small, so the rice dumplings did not sink to the bottom.

Song Peiyu and Chong Yi fell silent while watching the scene of cooking rice dumplings in an iron pot.

"This album is so thick, it must be done step by step!" Song Peiyu nodded firmly while talking, and turned another page.

Help, it’s still the picture of cooking rice dumplings in an iron pot, the pot is smaller, and the rice dumplings are bigger!

On the third page, the picture finally has a more obvious change, from one pot with one rice dumpling to one pot with two rice dumplings, still nothing to watch.

Song Peiyu gradually became irritable, and directly turned to the last page of the album.

Very good, the painting style has really become a lot more mature.

It can be vaguely seen that there are two eight-foot-long, well-proportioned... Big Hei, and two other black and thin little Hei.

The four of them did very happy things without any physical contact.

It is worthy of the brochure of Green Jinjiang Begonia.

Song Peiyu threw this thick self-defense album to the ground, not knowing whether to comfort herself or Chong Yi, "It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of books."

The first book, the second book, the third book...the last book.

How could he, for the first time in his life, he could see even the stick figures when he looked at the picture album?

As the last picture book was thrown to the ground, Song Peiyu buried her head on the pillow and lamented in defeat, "It seems that Jin Bao is right, if you want to read the picture book, you still have to read the collector's edition."

Chong Yi punched his face with his hands, lying on his side beside Song Peiyu, looked at Song Peiyu with a smile on his face, and said slowly, "What kind of picture book allows you to master experience without practice, but it is treasured in Xianyang's home?"

Song Peiyu didn't look up, and said in a muffled voice, "Words are much more exciting than pictures."

Even with no experience, Song Peiyu can be sure of this.

At least when he reads the text, he won't think of stewed rice dumplings in an iron pot, nor will he think of a stickman.

After reading the picture book, Song Peiyu's shyness and anticipation were all exhausted, leaving her exhausted physically and mentally, and urgently needed to comfort her injured little heart in her sleep.

Chong Yi's anger also dissipated, and he no longer made things difficult for Song Peiyu, who had eyelid fights, but just stretched out his hand to change Song Peiyu from the posture of being stuffed on the pillow to a posture of lying on his back.

After Song Peiyu fell asleep, Chong Yi slowly lifted Song Peiyu's hand under his nose.

The increasingly intense fragrance really came from this, but Chong Yi couldn't tell what kind of fragrance it was.

Recalling that Song Peiyu seemed to have complained some time ago, if he continued to work so hard, he would be bald sooner or later.

Is it supposed to be a plaster for hair growth on the head?

Chong Yi reached out and stroked Song Peiyu's lush hair, and then lay down.

Unfortunately, after a long time, Chong Yi couldn't fall asleep.

He felt that his legs were a little itchy, but it was not unbearable, but it made people feel irritable when paired with the increasingly strong fragrance in the bed curtain.

I want to go out to dance swords, but I don't want to get up so early.

Chong Yi opened his eyes and looked at the darkness outside the bed curtain.

It's not yet daylight.

Perhaps because of the dead of night, Chong Yi felt that Song Peiyu's breathing was heavier than usual.

No, Song Peiyu's breathing was heavier than usual.

Chong Yi immediately turned over and sat up. Although the night was dark, it didn't affect his vision. He could see that Song Peiyu's face was redder than usual.

He put his hand on Song Peiyu's forehead, but there was no difference in temperature.

Chong Yi frowned and took his hand away, lowered his head and pressed it against it, but he didn't feel cold or hot.

Since there is no fever, nothing will happen.

Is it a nightmare?

As if to confirm Chong Yi's conjecture, Song Peiyu, who had a well-behaved and honest sleeping position and would not change her movements all night, suddenly began to turn over frequently.

Chong Yi opened his arms, and patted Song Peiyu's back clumsily and gently. When he was a child, he heard the song of the old mother coaxing him to sleep, but he couldn't sing it, so he could only tell Song Peiyu in a low voice, "I'm here, go to sleep. "

Song Peiyu was quiet for a while, and then began to struggle harder. He held Chongyi's hand in his own, inserted both hands into Chongyi's fingers, and rubbed heavily against Chongyi's hand, uttering grievances as if in a dream sound, "itch"

Chong Yi heard the words, his eyes moved from Song Peiyu's hands still rubbing against him to Song Peiyu's dishonest legs, and immediately thought of the problem.

It's the bottle of ointment.

Chong Yi immediately passed Song Peiyu, wanting to ask Jinbao what the bottle of plaster was for, and why it made Song Peiyu feel so uncomfortable.

He had just moved to the bed and was looking for shoes when he suddenly felt someone hug his waist.

"I'm uncomfortable." An aggrieved and frustrated voice sounded from behind Chong Yi, and Song Peiyu was woken up by herself.

Chong Yi stepped on the shoes on the soles of his feet, patted Song Peiyu's hand, "I'll ask Yinbao to show you."

Song Peiyu's hand was even stronger. After he woke up, he guessed the cause of the pain from the numb and itchy position. How could he be willing to let Yinbao see it?

The medicine that Jin Bao brought for him must be shown by Yin Bao first.

At that time, how would he explain to Jin Bao and Yin Bao why he had to smear the ointment all over his hands and legs.

Maybe it was because of the darkness around him, Song Peiyu had the illusion that he and Chong Yi were the only ones left, or maybe it was because his body was too uncomfortable, which made his whole body weak and soft.

He acted like a baby without any scruples, "Don't go, don't let them know."

Chong Yi paused, then said slowly, "Then what should you do, just keep doing it like this?"

When he himself endured the itching of his legs, he didn't feel much, but if Song Peiyu felt this kind of feeling, Chong Yi felt that it was a very serious matter.

Song Peiyu pressed her forehead against Chong Yi's back, and asked without answering, "Are your legs itchy?"

Chong Yi chuckled lightly, "What do you think?"

Being able to ask this sentence at least means that Song Peiyu is conscious.

While Chong Yi was relieved a little, he was no longer obsessed with calling Yin Bao in to see Song Peiyu's situation.

Song Peiyu remained silent, as if she knew she was wrong and calmed down, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around Chongyi's waist.The palms unconsciously rubbed against Chong Yi's waist, as if trying to get rid of the itching.

Chong Yi also became quiet. His five senses were sharp. Not only could he feel what Song Peiyu's hands on his waist were doing, but he could also hear almost invisible rubbing sounds, probably Song Peiyu's legs.

Chong Yi suddenly remembered the picture he saw not long ago.

Under the dim candlelight, the slender and muscular calf was rubbed a few times by the same white and delicate hands, and it was easily stained with intermittent red marks.

Those hands also wiped his legs, but it was a pity that they were covered with a strange ointment, and the feeling was not real.

There was no incense in the room at night, I don't know how long it took, Song Peiyu suddenly had a new movement, he knelt straight, his arms stretched from Chong Yi's neck to the front, and his face, which was much hotter than usual, was pressed against Chong Yi's. On the side of his face, he stuck to Chong Yi's ear like a thief, and said softly, "Shall we do something to distract our attention?"

Chong Yi looked at the albums piled up messily on the ground, his Adam's apple slipped silently, and when he spoke again, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "What?"

Song Peiyu raised the corners of his mouth, his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it, but he knew that Chong Yi would definitely hear it, "Wow? I have practical experience in this, so I don't need to refer to the picture book."

……

Chong Yi not only heard it, but also responded very positively.

The final consequence was that Song Peiyu, who originally planned to get up early, didn't get out of bed until the sun was high, and had to face Jin Bao and Yin Bao's distressed eyes.

He was wrong.

What gives him confidence.

Make him feel that as long as he doesn't go to the last step, there will be no problem?

Big problem!

I have long known that Chongyi's five senses and sensitivity are extraordinary, why didn't I expect that Chongyi is also extraordinary in some aspects?

Song Peiyu climbed down from the bed with extremely sore thighs, and deliberately did not look at Chong Yi who was drinking fragrant dew by the window, and sat at the dining table without looking sideways.But because of his trembling hands that couldn't stop holding chopsticks, he glared fiercely at Chong Yi.

Not only did Chong Yi not feel guilty or guilty because of this, but he happily showed Song Peiyu an unprecedented smirk.

Pooh!Song Peiyu turned her head to the side to look away, besides the scarlet color that was getting darker behind her ears, there was also a purple color like being bitten by a mosquito.

At this time, he didn't know whether he was eating breakfast or lunch. For the first time, Song Peiyu was able to eat as much as Chong Yi, with four dishes, one soup and a whole plate of pancakes. In the end, there was nothing left.

Song Peiyu leaned on the soft cushion, digesting food, while looking at Chong Yi rubbing his knuckles with a serious face.

After the servants cleared away the dishes and there was no one else in the room, Jin Bao stood three steps away from Song Peiyu and Chong Yi, and whispered, "Early this morning, Master Dong sent someone to ask... Ann of Princess Wei."

Feeling that the force on his fingers was not enough, Song Peiyu immediately looked at Chong Yi fiercely.

However, in Chong Yi's eyes, Song Peiyu thought she was fierce, and she was almost the same as when she was tortured to the extreme last night, biting the corner of her quilt fiercely.

Chong Yi's eyes drifted away, and he subconsciously held Song Peiyu's hand in his palm.

Song Peiyu was barely satisfied, and signaled Jinbao to continue with his gaze.

Jin Bao could only pretend that he didn't see anything, "The person who came to greet Princess Wei left after a short stay. Master Dong also got up early today, and went to the Eighth Prince after a hasty breakfast. Did not leave."

Song Peiyu nodded, he knew that Master Dong was with the Eighth Prince, and he was probably waiting for him, but he was not in the mood or energy today, and he was too lazy to deal with Master Dong.

"What did Princess Wei say to Master Dong's people?" Song Peiyu asked casually.

"It's all clichés on the surface, so it doesn't matter if the master doesn't listen." Jin Bao didn't want Song Peiyu's ears to be dirty with those dirty words.

Jin Bao saw everything that happened yesterday.

First, Princess Wei stayed in Song Peiyu's room for a long time, and then Chong Yi, who was not supposed to be in Song Peiyu's room, suddenly appeared, not only took off all the disguise, but was also embraced by the master.

The most important thing is that even if Song Peiyu is holding Chong Yi, Jin Bao can tell that it is Chong Yi's aura that is pressing Song Peiyu.

Later, Song Peiyu asked him to look for picture albums, and he specifically asked for 'The Style of Man's Elegance'. In the dead of night, lonely men and widowed men, and this kind of picture album, Jin Bao knew what it meant no matter how stupid he was, so he specially asked Yin Bao to find it. A good ointment will come so that Song Peiyu won't get hurt.

But neither Jinbao nor Yinbao ever expected that the ointment enough for ten times would be used up in one night.

When they entered the door in the morning, there were messy albums all over the floor, a strong smell in the room, Song Peiyu's tired and satisfied face, and the appearance of having difficulty getting out of bed just now...

While Jin Bao was heartbroken, he could only be thankful that although Song Peiyu looked uncomfortable, at least she didn't look like she was injured.

It's just that after this experience, Jinbao and Yinbao can no longer continue to deceive themselves and others.

Song Peiyu didn't marry a wife, take a concubine, or be close to a woman because she had a relationship with the Prince of the East Palace that she shouldn't have.

Although Song Peiyu and Chong Yi had been found to have such signs, Jinbao and Yinbao were also nervous to guard against other people's easy contact with Song Peiyu and Chongyi alone, for fear that more people would find out the clues.

However, Jinbao and Yinbao observed carefully every day, insisting on checking the bedding along the way, always keeping luck in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, the day of breaking the fluke came so quickly, and the way was so fierce.

After learning from the pain, Jin Bao attributed everything that happened yesterday to Princess Wei, and naturally refused to elaborate on the meaningful words that Princess Wei and the nuns sent by Master Dong said.

If His Highness the Crown Prince is unhappy, wouldn't it be Song Peiyu who is unlucky?

Afraid that Song Peiyu would ask more questions, Jin Bao continued, "Cai'er said that she saw Princess Wei and that nanny secretly exchanging secret letters. So far, Princess Wei hasn't found a time to read the secret letter sent by the nanny in private. Letter, do you want Caier to bring the secret letter and let the master have a look at it first?"

Song Peiyu didn't notice Jin Bao's thoughtfulness, so he shook his head, "No need for now."

If you want to read the secret letter, you will definitely leave traces.

Even the best drugs can leave blank memories.

As long as Taojiao and Suyue are not stupid, they will find something is wrong.

The game between him and Mr. Dong has not yet officially started, so there is no need to tear up his face now.

Chong Yi suddenly said, "Why don't you let them deliver the letter?"

"I'm not as capable as you. I can tell if they're lying." Song Peiyu shook her head and said with a smile, "They looked as they did yesterday in front of me, but I don't know what they will look like in front of Mr. Dong."

Immediately ask Taojiao and Suyue to deliver the secret letter, wouldn't yesterday's forbearance be in vain.

Song Peiyu couldn't tell from Taojiao and Suyue's few words whether they really wanted to go to Zhao country to start a new life, and he didn't know whether Master Dong still had a trump card to control Taojiao and Suyue.

All Song Peiyu could do was to give them a chance.

As long as Taojiao and Suyue conveyed all the information he wanted to convey to Mr. Dong, no matter whether they lied or not yesterday, Song Peiyu would not care about the two girls who couldn't help themselves.

Chong Yi nodded, as a response to Song Peiyu.

He really liked the way Song Peiyu lifted his chin slightly and his eyes twinkled with complacency when he mentioned these things to him.

Song Peiyu postponed the discussion with Master Dong about the Eighth Prince's return to court for a day, but she was still busy.

Liangzhou Prince Rui's reply letter has arrived, and the 500 taels of gold requested by Qihuo City has also arrived.

When Song Peiyu heard about this, he was learning sword moves with Chong Yi in his rare free time.

He doesn't want to become a master like Chong Yi, as long as he can resist one or two moves when facing the assassin, and delay until the guards come to rescue him.

Song Peiyu put the sword behind her back with one hand, put the other hand on Chongyi's shoulder, raised half of her eyebrows in surprise, "You came so fast?"

He thought that Prince Rui sent the Dongliang Army outside the Qihuo City so quickly, to deal with him in his own way, he must be impatient.

Now it seems that there is still some deviation between imagination and reality.

Song Peiyu told Jin Bao, "Hope to entertain the envoy sent by Prince Rui, and then go see how the things prepared by the bicycle factory are going."

Things were ready and ready for use that evening.

On the second day, as soon as Song Peiyu and Lu Jihe arrived at the eighth prince's residence, they heard someone come to report that the envoys sent by Prince Rui to the Qihuo City to redeem the Eastern Liang Army started a commotion.

Lu Jihe put the teacup in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound.

"They can't even wait for half a day?"

The guard stepped back silently, as if he was afraid that Lu Jihe would throw the teacup on him in a fit of anger.

Song Peiyu looked hesitantly at the dazed Eighth Prince and the curious Lord Dong, and her tone was full of impatience, "What are they doing?"

The guard was full of confusion, as if he didn't want to say it in front of the Eighth Prince and Lord Dong, but he couldn't stand Lu Jihe's impatient urging, so he could only tell the farce over there one by one in a low voice.

It turned out that something went wrong with the 500 taels of gold brought by Prince Rui's envoys.

Not long ago, Dongliang envoys suddenly rushed out of their residence in disheveled clothes, saying that they were attacked by gangsters last night.

The gangster not only drugged them with drugs, but also dropped 500 taels of gold.

"Ha..." Hearing this, Lu Jihe didn't hide the sarcasm on his face, "Could it be that the thief shouted to catch the thief? Who can attack the guests of the strange goods city under the eyes of the city lord's mansion and the city garrison. According to the envoy of Dongliang, The villain has already blatantly used drugs, and even went so far as to replace gold with ingots made of brass?"

The more Lu Jihe talked, the more angry he became, and he didn't give Prince Rui any face, "I never thought that Prince Rui, who owns half of Liangzhou, can't even get 500 taels of gold, and still has to act like a thief shouting for a thief to cover up."

Song Peiyu was also full of shock, but he was more reserved than Lu Jihe, and even took the initiative to explain to Prince Rui's envoy in front of the Eighth Prince and Lord Dong, "Maybe the envoy from Dongliang left in a hurry and took the wrong box... "

Song Peiyu showed an embarrassed smile and couldn't explain anymore.

But for those who have no ghosts in their hearts, what are they doing with brass ingots?

In the silence, the guard who came to report had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "The envoy of Dongliang..."

"Let them go away with what they brought!" After all, Chazhan could not escape the fate of being thrown out by Lu Jihe. Lu Jihe pointed at the door angrily, with blue veins popping up on his forehead, "Immediately tell the prisoners , Prince Rui did something shameless and stupid, and then sent them to the official mine."

The guard didn't dare to answer this, and quietly looked at Song Peiyu for help.

Song Peiyu hid her hand by her side and shook it lightly.

The interaction between the two was clearly seen by Lu Jihe, which made Lu Jihe even more angry, and suddenly got up from the chair. In a blink of an eye, only the back was left, "I can't help you? Okay! I personally Throw the Dongliang people out!"

Song Peiyu subconsciously stood up from the chair, wanting to chase after Lu Jihe, but stopped when she was almost at the door, and turned her head to look at the Eighth Prince and Lord Dong with embarrassment.

The embarrassment on the Eighth Prince's face was only a lot more than that of Song Peiyu, and he waved silently to say goodbye to Song Peiyu.

In contrast, Master Dong's attitude was much calmer, he stood up and bowed to Song Peiyu, "Mr Song should go to work first if you have something important to do, although I am also anxious to welcome the Eighth Prince back, but I am not so impatient. "

Song Peiyu nodded, absent-mindedly chatted a few words with Mr. Dong, and strode away.

When Song Peiyu's figure disappeared completely, Master Dong looked at the Eighth Prince, "I'm new here, and I don't know why Prince Rui had conflicts with Lord Song and Lord Lu. Would you please explain it to me in detail? When talking with Master Lu, I accidentally said the wrong thing. There is still a chance to make up for Master Song, but I am afraid it will be difficult for Master Lu to explain."

The Eighth Prince was 'supported' by Mr. Dong back to the flower hall and pressed on the seat.

There was undisguised blankness in his eyes, he could only look up at Master Dong who was standing close to him, and he lost a lot of momentum in terms of momentum when he spoke, "I don't know."

Master Dong didn't believe it, but he didn't say it clearly.

He looked at the eighth prince carefully, then suddenly looked around like a thief, and whispered in the eighth prince's ear, "I understand your difficulty, they are so guarded against you, and they don't know that you are in Zhao Guo It took a lot of hardships to survive until today. Don't worry, I will follow His Majesty's instructions and send you back to Weiguo as quickly as possible at all costs."

The Eighth Prince disagreed with Mr. Dong's words.

He didn't suffer hardship in Zhao country, but fell into the nest of fortune.

The more Mr. Dong wanted him to return to Weiguo as soon as possible, the more worried he was that he couldn't sleep.

But the Eighth Prince kept in mind Song Peiyu's instructions, he could not agree to Master Dong's words, but he could not refuse Master Dong.

So he let go of his thoughts and looked at Mr. Dong with a blank face, hoping that Mr. Dong would find it boring to communicate with him and leave quickly.

It's a pity that Master Dong mistook the blankness on the Eighth Prince's face for emotion.

He looked at the eighth prince with more and more pity, and even his tone was so soft that he said, "If all the royal family members hadn't disappeared, His Majesty would not have accepted the request of the ministers to ascend the throne. His Majesty had issued a decree when he ascended the throne. You are the King of Shou, when you return to Weijing, His Majesty will return the throne to you."

When Master Dong said this, he kept his eyes on the Eighth Prince's face, not wanting to miss any changes on the Eighth Prince's face.

He saw the Eighth Prince's pupils dilate silently, and his body also became stiff.

Mr. Dong let out a cold snort in his heart, secretly thinking that the eighth prince, a waste, dared to dream of the throne.

Little did he know that the Eighth Prince listened to Mr. Dong's words, as if he heard, 'My lord, your posthumous title has been chosen, hurry up and go back to Weijing to lie down in the imperial mausoleum. '

Frightened already.