"Did anyone tell you when you were at Song University that you are more lovable when you don't speak than when you speak?" Zhao Kou couldn't help complaining: "I have been an official in the same dynasty with you for so many years, but I have never listened.
You simply said one thing."
"It's a waste of time to talk nonsense with him. Song Ke, stay away and don't get in the way. I'll be embarrassed if I accidentally hurt you in a fight later." After scolding Di Qing in a rough voice, he started to rub his sleeves.
Song Ke has been reading poetry and books for so many years. He has always been kind-hearted and followed the elegant route. When he was scolded by Di Qing, the scholar's arrogance suddenly flourished: "You...you...how do you talk? Bully us scholars.
You don’t know how to curse, right?”
"Are you scolding me? I'm listening." Di Qing said mockingly.
"You...you...you...your mother's!" Song Ke jumped to his feet and shouted.
Everyone looked at the blushing Song Ke in surprise, while Di Qing, who was scolded, looked confused: "Huh?"
"General, Mr. Song seems to be saying, damn you!" Duotong leaned over and whispered.
Di Qing's eyes instantly widened: "Who are you scolding? You are always so stubborn! Huh?"
The irritated Song Ke showed off his bony arms and put his arms around his waist unwilling to be outdone: "As for you, a reckless man like you still wants to be a grand master, why do you indulge yourself with such words!"
There was another terrifying silence.
Zhao Kou looked at Hu Min, Hu Min looked at Xiahou Liancheng, and Xiahou Liancheng looked at Di Qing subconsciously.
"He...what did he say? Who will translate?" Di Qing looked at everyone present with a confused look on his face.
Everyone was scratching their heads and racking their brains, but they finally figured it out after Duotong's reminder.
"General, Mr. Song just scolded you - why didn't you pee and look at yourself when you said these words?"
Di Qing took a breath, and the anger on his face turned the color of pig liver.
Song Ke seemed to be a little scared, took a step back and said: "Na na na, you just asked me to scold you."
I wanted to go down and mediate, but suddenly I had the urge to strangle these people to death. Again, I don’t know what Xia Yan was thinking about letting this group of weirdos stay here. If it were me, they would all be killed.
Just pack up and leave.
I went back angrily, leaving the group to continue arguing.
In Panlong Palace, Xia Yan was drinking a bowl of anti-fetal medicine that once made me want to commit suicide after finishing it, but now it was his turn.
Xiaoguozi was about to report, but I stopped him.
Golden sunlight passes through the hollow window lattice and spreads into the inner room. Fine dust floats up and down in the morning light. The sunlight is cut into unique patterns by the hollow window lattice pattern and printed on the carpet.
Xia Yan was sitting on a stool, holding a celadon bowl in one hand, and swallowed the anti-fetal medicine one mouthful at a time, as if he was not drinking medicine at all, but sipping tea.
Wang Bo knelt beside him and was taking his pulse.
"The queen is in good health, and so are the children in her belly."
"Thank you so much, doctor."
When Wang Bo raised his eyes and saw me standing there, he quickly crawled over on his knees: "Long live the king."
The look of his hunched back made me very uncomfortable. Wang Bo was older than my father, so I quickly lowered my body and said, "Get up."
After thanking you, Wang Bo packed up the medicine box and said a few words before leaving: "Your Majesty, please do not let your empress worry recently."