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It's all about this, and Song Chengxi can even give him a clue that can kill him with both hands. Song Ling is also willing to believe that he really wants to defuse the fight, but if that is the case, why did he send someone to assassinate him back then.Thinking so, he also asked, "Can your Highness tell me why Huangjue Temple wanted my life back then? I didn't offend anyone when I first came to Shangjing, and Your Highness himself has some connections with my family. I can't think of a reason for His Highness to do that."

"I wonder if His Highness can explain Ling's confusion?"

Even if he really offended Song Chengxi without knowing it, he still needs to know where he offended him. You must know that Song Ling had already died when Luo Jinnian was more cowardly.Death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying without knowing why, and dying is also a fool.

An indescribable expression appeared on Song Chengxi's face for a moment, including anger, pity, and regret, and finally turned into a deep sigh, "If I said it was to save you, would you believe it?"

Do you think I believe it?Song Ling only felt that it was extremely absurd, killing him to save him?Could it be that his future path is more painful than death?

If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it. There is no need to say some nonsense to fool people. Some people pretend to be profound, and they always like to say three points and hide seven parts without speaking thoroughly, so that obedient people can guess.When the guesser scratched his head in a hurry, he calmly answered the question.Coincidentally, Song Ling was exactly this kind of person, and unfortunately, it was also the kind of person he hated the most.

"Does Your Highness believe it?" Song Ling said angrily.

"Hehe," Song Chengxi smiled dryly like sawing wood, "When I told a joke, and the real reason for it hasn't been told to you yet, the day you know the "truth" will also be when we cooperate." He said this It was a little long, and it was old in one breath, and I couldn't stop coughing.

One sound after another, the scattered and casually erected bone frame is about to fall apart.

"Your Highness, pay attention to your body." Song Ling really couldn't bear to watch him, fearing that he would cough out all his lungs, so he stood up and patted his back regularly to comfort him.

He had just bent over, his left hand had just been pressed against the back of the chair, and the fingertips of his right hand caressed the orangutan red carpet carelessly.

Song Chengxi gave birth to great strength for no reason, and the dead branches growing on his arms tightly wrapped around Song Ling's wrists, like cast iron.

"Don't...don't...cough, don't touch it!" He looked like a ghost, his pupils without flesh and blood reflected Song Ling's astonishment.Gathering all his strength to complete the sentence, Song Chengxi suddenly felt his throat itch, bent over and vomited a big mouthful of blood.Drizzled into the clothes.

Song Chengxi was dressed in opaque black, the exposed part of the chest was black, Song Lingyuan only thought that he preferred black.But I'm afraid the truth can't be classified as elegant and interesting. Whose clothes can withstand such waste, how dark and bloody is the black color?

Song Ling smelled the blood mixed with the smell of spicy medicine, and he suddenly felt that Song Chengxi was also a pitiful person. Although he was born in Tian's family, he was not loved by his father. many years.The most painful thing in the world is not death, but separation.

He smirked, which is his poor man.

He vomited blood for about two ounces. Song Ling took two steps back and looked at him coldly. He knew that the most unacceptable thing for a person like Song Chengxi was to show weakness in front of others.

Just after vomiting blood, Song Chengxi took out a towel from his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, and greeted Song Ling again as if he was okay, and the blood dripped from his mouth, "I'm scaring you, my leg is an old disease, and it hurts a lot in winter. "It was an explanation of his overreaction just now.

Since Song Chengxi wanted to act as if nothing had happened, Song Ling didn't bother to ask for trouble, "Since Your Highness has given you sincerity, then I really want to ask Your Highness for help."

Song Chengxi saw that Song Ling was interested in not putting on airs, so he leaned on the back of the chair and said straightforwardly: "As long as I have what I can do, you can speak up."

"I want an identity, an identity that can hide from the school officials to participate in Chunwei," Song Ling was not polite, staring straight at Song Chengxi.Taking part in Chunwei again in his capacity, he made it clear that he wanted to tell the world that the Luo family wanted to reach out to the civil servants, not to mention Prime Minister Fu, even His Majesty would be dissatisfied.

But why should he give up what belongs to him?Even if he can't win the top spot in Song Ling's name, he won't give it up to others for nothing.

"This matter is a bit difficult. The academic officers are composed of famous people in the world. One of them is not an official, and the other has a bad temper. I'm afraid it's not easy to fool," Song Chengxi hesitated.

Song Ling raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Chengxi, and said mockingly, "You don't need to use such rhetoric. Don't worry, Your Highness. Even if you agree straight away, I will definitely not raise the price."

"You're joking, you're joking," Song Chengxi pinched the corner of his clothes, pretended to think for a while, and finally agreed to the matter with difficulty.

The "compensation" was finalized, and Song Ling didn't want to stay in the "medicine jar" any longer, so he said goodbye and retreated outside. When he was about to leave the abode, he turned his back to the inside of the abode and said without turning his head: "The person your highness wants to cooperate with in the future is me." Or the Luo family?"

Song Chengxi raised his eyebrows—no wonder there were rumors outside that Luofu Erlang was born with a seven-aperture exquisite heart, and seeing him today is a well-deserved reputation, "Naturally, it is Yujun."

"Then I can give His Highness an answer today, but I refuse." Song Ling turned his head, and the bright pearls outside were reflected in his eyes, his disdain and sarcasm were undisguised, "I am worried that Your Highness will not live until the day when I know the "truth", Tell Your Highness the answer first."

Liu Luo and Song Chengxi pretended to be mysterious and showed off their so-called "truth", but in Song Ling's eyes, their truth was worthless.As if they expected that they would take the bait, Shi Shiran set up the chess game and waited for them to enter the game.The initiative is in their hands, so what kind of cooperation are we talking about?

When he was young, Mr. Shi had raised a raccoon slave. The raccoon slave was lively and curious, and it always sneaked into the privacy of the house, until one day it got into the butcher's house in Lihua Lane.

The next day, it was cut into two from its stomach, and it lay cold on the stone steps in front of his house, with its intestines and internal organs leaking all over the floor, filling the cracks in the stone.That knife is so good, even the cat hair is straight.

His curiosity also died in Lihua Lane along with Li Nu.

Go out of the monastery, cross the suspension bridge, climb up the steps, and reach the iron gate.

Song Ling tapped three times with his fingers, and the fake who had been guarding the outside room hurriedly turned the mechanism when he heard the movement, and the stone wall slowly opened.Go out and look up first, the big hole in the roof has been patched, and the ruins on the ground have disappeared together with Luo Jinnian.

"Where's my brother?" Song Ling satirized Song Chengxi himself, but he was still angry. Seeing this fake who was [-]-[-]% like Song Chengxi, he couldn't smile.

The fake seemed to be dumb, and walked ahead without saying a word, leading Song Ling outside. After passing several small paths, he saw a bamboo house.

From afar, I heard Luo Jinnian bossing around and torturing people, "If I want to drink Fuzhou's special Yuqianjing tea, it must be the new tea picked when the first rain falls during the rainy season, and I won't be able to do it any longer!"