Humph, don’t even think about it!

Seeing that she kept following her, Sanniang also said angrily: "Husband, you are mine, get out of here."

He also tightened his arms around Wei Ci's neck.

Song Biyao was stunned for a moment, a little frightened by Wei Ci's eyes. But she didn't expect that the person she deliberately ignored would dare to talk to her like this. Isn't she a fool?

Feeling the young lady's protection, Wei Ci raised his lips slightly and quickened his pace.

The woman was left far behind.

When they got home, Wei Shu and Mrs. Wei were already waiting anxiously at the door. They were shocked when they saw that the person was being carried back. When they saw that Sanniang was fine, her little face was still smiling like a flower, and her heart was filled with worry.

Let it go.

As soon as Sanniang was put on the ground, she immediately threw herself into Mrs. Wei's arms.

"Mom, it's okay, it's okay."

The little guy not only learned to act coquettishly, but also comforted others. Wei Ci was so funny.

"Brother, are you okay, sister-in-law?" Wei Shu's face was stern, and his eyes were full of worry. Although the silly sister-in-law is stupid, she is also his family, and he is also worried.

"She's fine." Wei Ci patted his head in a rare and pleasant manner.

Young Master Wei was flattered and covered his mouth, fearing that he would laugh out loud in excitement.

Big brother slapped him on the head!

.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Wei was about to take her daughter-in-law to pick out jewelry. Just after breakfast, someone came to visit.

Coming was Song Yuanlian, Wei Ci's former classmate in Qizhou, and his sister, Song Biyao, who was dressed as a man in the carriage yesterday.

"Aunt Wei, my nephew came back yesterday. Hearing about Brother Wei Ci's great kindness, he took the liberty to visit us. I would like to ask my aunt not to blame me for being disrespectful. I have specially prepared a small gift. I hope that my aunt will not despise it." Song and Yuan Dynasty read aloud to Zou Zou.

"Baguio has met my aunt."

Song Biyao also quickly bowed shyly.

"Yuan Lian came as soon as he came, what kind of gifts are you preparing? Just sit down while I order someone to call Wei Ci." Mrs. Wei greeted Song Yuan Lian with a smile, but she didn't even look at his sister.

She has not forgotten that when Wei Ci was brought back, when he heard that he was going to marry a wife, Song Biyao hid faster than anyone else. As if he was afraid that her Wei family was going to hire her, she cried and made a fuss to go

Her aunt's house made people in Taohua Town think that her Wei family was going to force the Song family to marry off their daughter, but now she still had the nerve to come.

I guess she had bad thoughts after hearing that her son was well.

The maid who went to deliver the message will come back soon.

He reported: "Madam, the eldest young master asked you to please entertain him for a while. The young lady is studying painting, and the eldest young master cannot get away at the moment."

When Mrs. Wei heard this, she didn't understand anything and said happily: "You go back to the eldest young master. I will entertain the guests. I won't look at the jewelry today and let him teach you young madam how to paint. Also,

Once the painting is finished, let the butler take it and frame it and hang it in the eldest son’s study.”

"Yes." The maid smiled and stepped back.

As a scholar, Song Yuanlian had vaguely heard the intention of expelling guests, his ears were a little red, and he stood up hurriedly and said: "Since Brother Wei Ci is busy, it is inconvenient for my nephew to disturb you. Auntie, take your leave."

"Brother, I..." Song Biyao wanted to say something else, but Song Yuanlian had already forced him away.

He shouldn't have brought her here today, which would have made Brother Wei even more distant from him.

Song Yuanlian was an upright man. He was often helped by Wei Ci in Qizhou, and he always felt it in his heart. He also had the intention of marrying his little sister. But now, when he was not at home, the little sister did that embarrassing thing.

, he had no shame to mention it again.

…

In Wei Ci's study, Sanniang was describing something in a decent manner. He took a casual look and was a little surprised.

His little lady is actually very beautiful.

On the rice paper, a girl with a high ponytail stood in the forest, holding a jade flute, her back turned indifferently to everyone. Next to her, stood a young man holding a sword. The young man was just a figure from behind, but not

It's hard to tell that he is protecting the people around him.

The more Wei Ci looked at it, the more he frowned. His fingertips holding the book tightened slightly, and his expression was no longer indifferent.

"Who is Sanniang painting?" He seemed to be just asking casually.

Sanniang tilted her head and looked at the painting, then shook her head and said, "I don't know, it appeared in a dream."

These days, she often dreams about this girl with her hair tied high, but she doesn't recognize her.

Wei Ci fell silent and turned his attention to the military book again.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the silly girl suddenly understood something, and hurriedly threw away the pen and tore the painting into pieces. She looked at him timidly, fearing that he would say to send her away again.

"I won't leave, Sanniang, I won't leave."

She carefully grabbed the hem of his clothes, her eyes were dim with tears, her eyes were red, she was so wronged that she almost cried.

Wei Ci's expression froze slightly, but he still couldn't bear her grievance. He stood up and held her tightly in his arms, resting his chin on her forehead.

The moment she gave up, all the tenderness in her life was given to her alone.

"I wanted to stay away from you, but after struggling for a while I found that I couldn't do it. Just remember, you said you wouldn't leave today. If you want to regret it in the future, I won't let you go."

He hugged his wife tightly, as if he wanted to hold her to his bones.

Wei Ci knew that it would be difficult for him to let go in this life.

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Dakai Chang'an Imperial City, in the palace.

It was late at night, and there was a curfew in the palace. Only the patrolling guards were walking back and forth. In the emperor's imperial study, the young emperor was sitting in front of the imperial desk. He had taken off his imperial uniform during the day and only wore a purple jade crown.

Wearing a black robe with dragon patterns, he held his forehead with one hand, as if he was sleeping lightly, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about. The eyebrows on his stern face were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be restless in his dream.

Two rows of palace attendants stood aside cautiously, not daring to disturb the young monarch at all.

‘--Bang’

Suddenly, the emperor suddenly woke up from his dream and knocked down the lotus petal incense cauldron beside the desk.

The burnt incense ashes in the furnace fell to the floor, which frightened the palace attendants waiting nearby to quickly clean it up. Liu Fan glanced at the incense burner, his eyes slightly cold, and asked: "What kind of incense are you burning today?"

"Your Majesty, this is Shen Tanlongmushu."

The person who replied was not only the eunuch Chang Qing, but also a maid in the imperial palace.

"Who sent it?" Liu Fan replied calmly to the maid on the ground.

"Back...back to Your Majesty, it's Concubine Zhao." The palace maid knelt on the ground with her head on the ground. Under the majestic and cold gaze of the emperor, she felt frightened in her heart.

During the day, she secretly accepted the filial piety from the palace servants of Concubine Zhao, and received some compliments. She knew that Shen Tan Long Musk had the effect of calming the mind, and thought that if she could make His Majesty fall asleep, she might be able to get some rewards.

Only then did I dare to change the incense secretly.

But now that His Majesty couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, she didn't have the guts to take credit for it anymore.

The great eunuch Chang Qing ran from outside the palace. When he saw the maid on the ground, he was stunned for a moment. He hurriedly ran to the emperor's side and whispered: "Your Majesty, Empress Zhao's personal maid has sneaked out of the forbidden palace, and the slave has been arrested."

I followed quietly and saw him entering the back door of Wu Mansion."

"Wu Mansion? This beauty trap has been used for so many years, but I'm not tired of it." The coldness in Liu Fan's eyes became a little colder. He glanced sideways at the palace maid and said coldly: "Take care of it.

If something like this happens again, Chang Qing, you don’t have to stay by my side anymore.”

Chang Qing hurriedly knelt down and said, "This slave failed in his duty. Your Majesty, please calm down."

"Let Wu Zhui come to see you tomorrow at court." The emperor finished his words and walked out of the imperial study.

Chang Qing knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up until the emperor was gone. His back was soaked with sweat.

Your Majesty's will is more unpredictable than that of the late Emperor.

The palace maid beside her was ashen as death.

…

The next day, after the court meeting, the emperor privately summoned Wu Zhui, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

"My lord, please see your majesty."

In the orchid pavilion, it was slightly cool, and the emperor was lying on the soft couch without moving his eyes. He did not move his eyes until he finished reading the page of the book in his hand, and then he glanced at Wu Shilang on the ground and said: "Get up!"

The voice was calm, and one could not hear the emperor's happiness or anger at this moment.

Wu Zhuixin was a little frightened, so he suppressed it. After getting up, he respectfully asked, "I wonder what your Majesty summoned me to do."

"Nothing." Liu Fan glanced back at the book in his hand and said casually, "I dreamed about her last night."

Liu Fan spoke carelessly, and Chang Qing next to him hurriedly retreated.

There are some words that the king can say but others cannot hear.

Wu Zhui stiffened slightly and did not dare to answer easily.

Seeing his expression, Liu Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his eyes and looked at the lake under the pavilion. The breeze was passing by and the waves were sparkling. Just like his state of mind at the moment, it seemed calm, but no one knew that the bottom of the lake was already undulating.
To be continued...