The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 236 Take the Hook

It was getting dark.

Xue Qingyin woke up from a nap and found that it was much more lively outside.

Yun Duo got her instructions and went out and shouted angrily: "What are you making a fuss about?"

The person outside replied: "The king wants to hold a banquet here. The banquet will be full of Liang Dynasty flavor, which will make the noble lady happy."

Yun Duo immediately relayed the words to Xue Qingyin.

Xue Qingyin was very satisfied.

She dug a pit, and the King of Meng stepped into it, fitting tightly.

She thought so in her heart, but her face showed displeasure, then turned around and walked to the bed and fell asleep again.

Yun Duo was a little flustered: "You...are you sick?"

Xue Qingyin was too lazy to turn over: "I didn't sleep enough."

Yun Duo responded dryly: "Oh."

The sky quickly became darker.

The King of Meng came to Xue Qingyin's courtyard.

"Why don't you see Princess Xuan?" he asked.

It was Azhuo who answered: "The noble lady is still resting."

The King of Meng was surprised and asked: "The noise outside failed to wake her up?"

Azhuo whispered: "She woke up, but was not very happy, and went back to sleep."

The King of Meng was silent.

Step by step, he got the result he wanted to verify, but he was not very happy.

Because it seems that...Princess Xuan cares about that man.

"I'll go in and take a look, what if she is sick." The King of Meng said, and pushed the door and walked in.

Xue Qingyin's skill in pretending to sleep was not very good. When she heard the footsteps, she immediately sat up and said angrily: "Why are you disturbing me again?"

The King of Meng walked around the screen and saw Xue Qingyin.

She gathered her clothes and her hair was a little messy. Because of her anger, her face was full of spring, which was naturally a different style.

The Meng clan king was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Don't you want to get up and eat something?"

Xue Qingyin said unhappily, "No."

The Meng clan king said meaningfully, "Today is different from the day before... But what's wrong with you? I'll call a doctor to take a look at you?"

Xue Qingyin pursed her lips and said angrily, "The noise outside is making my head split, how can I have the interest to eat anything?"

The Meng clan king rarely saw her like a little girl.

I saw it all in one go in the past two days.

The Meng clan king was tempted, but his vigilance deepened immediately.

This "Ding Xu" is really very important...

"I have ordered them to be careful, but I didn't expect to scare you. Since you are unhappy, follow me out and beat those who should be beaten and killed those who should be killed." The Meng clan king said.

Inadvertently revealed a bit of cruelty.

Xue Qingyin looked at him hesitantly, as if guessing what he was thinking at this time.

Then she finally let go: "Okay. There's no need to fight or kill. I'm really like a demon concubine who is ruining the country."

The Meng clan king laughed: "Didn't you say that was a compliment?"

Xue Qingyin stood up, put on her coat, and gathered her cloak, saying without looking back: "But who told them to end up in a more miserable way than each other."

The Meng clan king sighed: "You are so smart, you won't die."

Xue Qingyin glared at him: "I thought you were going to protect me... It turns out I have to rely on myself."

The Meng clan king said: "I think, let's see if you are willing to give me such an opportunity."

Xue Qingyin pouted, walked in front and said: "Then don't give it to me. The king's heart is not sincere."

The Meng clan king thought to himself that if you are not sincere, how can I be sincere?

At this time, He Songning had been led into the door and sat down, along with the "fake brother" Ding Wu, a soldier in Yizhou, who was used as a shield by him.

In addition, there were two or three ministers, who seemed to be close ministers around the Meng clan king.

They were somewhat surprised by the appearance of He Songning and the others. They probably didn't expect that besides Liang people like Yao Minghui, there would be someone worthy of sitting with them.

With a "creak", the stagnant atmosphere was suddenly interrupted.

That was the door opening.

Xue Qingyin walked out first.

He Songning naturally raised his eyes and looked over.

Even though she was in the Meng tribe, she was still wearing Liang Dynasty clothes. That soft touch of powder was completely different from the Meng women around her.

For a moment.

He Songning thought Xue Qingyin would look at him.

But Xue Qingyin's eyes never fell on him.

The Meng king followed and walked out, and the two of them walked down the steps together and walked into the courtyard.

He Songning unconsciously clasped her fingers, thinking coldly in her mind... Would she dare to let King Xuan see such a scene?

She really relied on her beauty to make a good living everywhere...

"Have you seen her?" The Meng king suddenly asked He Songning.

He Songning: "No, who is she?"

The King of Meng smiled and said, "She is the Consort of King Xuan."

He Songning pulled the corner of his mouth: "With my background, how can I have the chance to meet the Consort of King Xuan?"

"Haha, then you are lucky today."

"Yes."

Xue Qingyin sneered: "What do you take me for? Are you watching me as a show?"

The King of Meng suppressed his smile and said, "I made a slip of the tongue."

This immediately made He Songning look at her with new eyes.

The King of Meng praised her like this?

The king of the tribe actually admitted that he "made a slip of the tongue."

At this time, a slave of the Meng tribe brought food to her.

The King of Meng immediately ordered it to be distributed, and asked a few slaves of the Meng tribe to dance for a while.

Xue Qingyin was drowsy, but she had to act.

From beginning to end, she never looked at He Songning, but frequently lowered her head to look at the food on the plate, the chopsticks in her hand, and her cuffs...

Finally.

An hour passed.

Xue Qingyin thought it was almost time to leave...

"Ding Xu." The King of Meng suddenly called He Songning's fake name.

He asked: "Since you are so good at drawing, can you draw people?"

Without waiting for He Songning to answer, he pointed at Xue Qingyin and said: "How about you draw a picture for Princess Xuan?"

Xue Qingyin immediately objected: "Why? I am not dead yet, and you want to leave a portrait for me?"

The King of Meng: "..." He said helplessly: "I want to hang your portrait in my room every day, is it not okay?"

Hearing this, the veins on He Songning's forehead jumped.

But soon he hid those emotions again.

"It's okay, but I have to sit here and let him draw for an hour or two hours. How can I sit still?" Xue Qingyin said her displeasure with confidence.

"That's right..." The King of Meng turned to He Songning and said, "How's your memory? After seeing this, can you draw it from memory?"

He Songning's mind unconsciously appeared the appearance of Xue Qingyin.

A strand of hair.

A little decoration on the hem of the skirt.

All of them were extremely clear.

He said, "It's a bit difficult."

"Give it a try." The King of Meng said, and he would not allow him to refuse.

The King of Meng said, "I'll watch you draw."

He Songning immediately became alert.

Is the King of Meng doubting his identity?

Xue Qingyin seemed to be indifferent, yawned with her lips covered, pushed away the food in front of her, and got up to go back to the house.

And the slaves of the Meng tribe had already placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of He Songning.

The King of Meng walked aside again, bowed his head and looked at it seriously.

He Songning had to pick up the pen.

He had learned poetry and painting, and was proficient in all the six arts of a gentleman.

He painted flying insects and animals, he painted stubborn rocks and flowing water, but he only painted two people. One was Xue Qinghe, and the other was his mother whom he had never met.

Today, he wanted to paint Xue Qingyin...

He Songning started to paint.

The painting should be a little unfamiliar, he thought.

After all, they had only met today...

But the brushstrokes were casual but not as he wanted.

Xue Qingyin, wearing a purple dress, with tassels hanging down her cheeks, gradually came to life on the paper.

Every stroke was delicate and moving.

She pursed her lips, smiled coquettishly, and her eyes sparkled, as if she was attached to her and trying to please him.

The King of the Meng tribe was fascinated.

When He Songning finished painting, he suddenly woke up and whispered: "Excellent painting skills... It's like a beautiful woman in front of me."

But then the King of Meng changed the subject: "But you only saw her once today, how come you painted her in purple clothes and dressed differently?"

He Songning said calmly: "I thought this color would suit her better, so I made changes without authorization. Besides, I just saw her once, and I can't remember what the clothes on Princess Xuan looked like, so I had to use my own imagination."

The King of Meng nodded: "So that's it."

He bent down, carefully put away the painting with his own hands, and said: "There is a big reward."

Then he couldn't wait to hold the painting and go back.

He Songning looked at his back, and a strong disgust rose in his heart.

Why was he in a hurry to take the painting back?

He Songning looked back at the tightly closed door behind him, and left with Ding Wu.

Not long after, someone handed the reward to him.

He Songning held the reward and asked Ding Wu in a low voice: "Why is there so few guards outside the door of Princess Xuan?"

Ding Wu sighed: "You have also seen how much affection the King of Meng treats Princess Xuan today... Princess Xuan does not want to be guarded, so the King of Meng does as he says."

He Songning's eyes flashed.

No more words.

The night is getting darker.

Xue Qingyin turned over and caught a glimpse of a figure flipping in from the window.

It was so similar to the day when she just crossed over...

She thought to herself that it's finally here...

She pinched her fingertips and resisted the urge to pick up the porcelain pillow and throw it at her.

"Qingyin." He Songning called in a low voice, "It's me."

As if he was afraid that she would throw the porcelain pillow at him again.

Xue Qingyin was surprised: "Why are you here?"

She pushed him pretentiously: "Go away! It's too dangerous here!"

He Songning's eyes were gloomy: "I know it's dangerous here... but I still came."

Xue Qingyin hesitated: "Are you here to save me? Or... to save the King of Wei?"

He Songning smiled a little: "Why is it to save the King of Wei? Of course it's to save you."

Xue Qingyin: "Really?"

He Songning walked closer to her and smelled her fragrance. It was completely different from the past when he was at the Xue family. He Songning couldn't help but frowned briefly, and then said: "Well... I will do what the King of Xuan can't do."

Xue Qingyin was moved and hugged He Songning.

He Songning was hit by her and was stunned.

She hasn't been like this for a long time?

Probably since she entered the King of Xuan's mansion...

She didn't suffer much in the Meng clan, why is she so willing to get close to him again?

Was it because of the covetousness of the Meng clan king that made her feel uneasy?

He Songning briefly doubted, but was soon convinced by the logic in his mind.

He raised his hand and stroked Xue Qingyin's hair: "I will try..."

Before he finished speaking.

The door was pushed open heavily from the outside.

The visitor was furious and looked ugly.

Xue Qingyin secretly smacked her lips, thinking, do you still think of yourself as the first wife?