Song Qinghuan refused to admit it, but Xiao Ci also recognized her, even when she turned into ashes, the ice around her body dispersed, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were dyed with a smile.
He said: "This king is Prince Derui of Dali. It doesn't matter if you don't know me. It's enough that I know you."
Song Qinghuan tensed up his face and couldn't stand it any longer. He laughed twice and then said: "Prince Derui, I, slave, belong to the slave family, but I am a member of the Holy Sage. Isn't it a bit out of line for you to act like this?"
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Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows, grabbed Song Qinghuan's wrist tightly, and pulled her out of the Nourishing Heart Hall.
Song Qinghuan was caught off guard and staggered a few times, almost falling down.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Emperor Cheng Xing standing not far away with his hands in his hands.
Xiao Ci stopped in front of Emperor Chengxing and said without any reservation: "Brother, I took this person away."
Emperor Chengxing didn't even remember that there was such a person as Song Qinghuan. He looked up and saw that she was wearing the clothes of a dancer. He also remembered that Xiao Ci had always had a reputation for being romantic. He nodded without hesitation: "Easy to say, you can take her away."
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Song Qinghuan was stunned and said quickly: "Your Majesty, didn't you summon the slave family yesterday? Why..."
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to speak, Emperor Chengxing said: "Are you the Holy One or am I the Holy One? Giving you to Prince De Rui is a compliment to you."
Song Qinghuan stared at Emperor Chengxing, feeling regretful and angry at the same time. A straw bag is a straw bag. After so many years, he is still a straw bag. If he had known, he would have poisoned him just now.
He couldn't make a move just now, but now, even if he wanted to make a move, Xiao Ci was just standing aside. She was definitely no match for him.
Unable to resist, Song Qinghuan was taken directly out of the palace by Xiao Ci and returned to Prince De Rui's Mansion.
The palace is still the same palace, and the Yilanju is still the same Yilanju, but Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan are no longer the same people.
As soon as the door of the room was closed, Song Qinghuan looked at Xiao Ci and stepped back again and again. He was not sure whether Xiao Ci had recognized him or if he had not changed his romantic attitude, but he said: "Wang, what do you want to do?"
Xiao Ci curled his lips and smiled: "A man and a woman are alone in the same room. What do you think I will do?"
The house was still the same as when Song Qinghuan left, and the furnishings in the house had not changed. She took a brief glance at it, but she couldn't tell what she felt. She lowered her eyes and said reluctantly: "Your Majesty, it's not so bright in the clear sky.
, This, this is not the reason for the chaos in the palace, aren't you busy?"
"Things on the side are all trivial. The things in front of you are the big things." Xiao Ci responded, reaching out and pulling Song Qinghuan into his arms. He looked her up and down, with a hint of something in his eyes.
Pampering: "Where have you been in the past few years? Others say you are dead, but I don't believe a word of it. Song Qinghuan..."
Song Qinghuan's heart trembled, and he looked flustered for a moment, but then he calmed down and denied: "My lord, you have recognized the wrong person. My family is not Song Qinghuan's. My family's name is Xiaohong."
After saying that, he pushed Xiao Ci away: "Nujia, Nujia is just a dancing girl, not the old person that the prince is looking for. You have recognized the wrong person."
Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan have known each other for more than a day or two. During the palace banquet yesterday, he recognized her with just a quick glance. He also knew the knot in Song Qinghuan's heart, but this time she refused to admit it.
Without revealing it, she deserved to be exclaimed: "Oh, so you are not her."
Then he said: "But it doesn't matter, it's just a woman. I don't mind it either."
With a little skill in his hands, he lifted Song Qinghuan horizontally and carried him to the inner room: "Since you are a person gifted by the emperor's brother, you must serve me."
Song Qinghuan couldn't struggle in his arms, but her brows had lost her patience. She had been hiding for three years, and finally found an opportunity to enter the palace to cause trouble to Chao Gang. It didn't matter if she was disturbed by Xiao Ci. This time she would be taken seriously by him.
A dancer, come to serve him?
I was so angry that I scolded Xiao Ci for being reincarnated as a lecherous ghost and not changing his ways. At the same time, he reached for the silver needle he carried with him at his waist, but it was thrown on the couch before he could even touch it.
Song Qinghuan sat up in a hurry, took the opportunity to clamp the poisonous silver needle between his fingers, and when Xiao Ci stepped forward, pricked him.
She had quick hands, but Xiao Ci was even faster. He sidestepped and grabbed her wrist tightly, chuckling: "What, you want to murder your husband before you even take care of me?"
As he spoke, he suddenly took the opportunity to reach out and pull away the gorgeous mask on Song Qinghuan's face, revealing her original appearance.
Song Qinghuan's face hurt from being pulled away, but she was both shocked and angry. She didn't expect that her efforts to disguise herself would be exposed by him. At that moment, she struck at Xiao Ci again with her other hand.
But she was no match for Xiao Ci, but she was subdued by Xiao Ci in an instant. Her hands were tightly tangled in the tulle on her body, and she couldn't move at all. She could only stare with a pair of vicious eyes and said angrily: "Since
I've fallen into your hands, I'll kill or cut him into pieces as you please."
Xiao Ci was amused by her: "You are the mother of my children. You are so good. If I want to kill you, why should I chop you up?"
Song Qinghuan's eyes darkened: "I am not the mother of your child. Don't forget that you and I are no longer married. I said that if you don't kill me, you will die in my hands sooner or later."
Xiao Ci automatically ignored Song Qinghuan's last sentence and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems so, I have given you a wife release letter, right?"
Song Qinghuan...
After not seeing each other for three years, Xiao Ci became more and more shameless. Song Qinghuan could not do anything about him, so he simply turned away and stopped talking.
Xiao Ci looked at her, smiled softly, sat down next to her, and said, "I'm afraid you haven't been in Beijing in the past few years, have you?"
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to answer, he added: "If Nanyao lives a life worse than death, I don't know if it will be to your liking."
Nan Yao secretly stole Song Qinghuan out and pretended to be Xiao Ci to send her a letter of release. Even if Song Qinghuan's life was not harmed, it still made Xiao Ci angry.
When Xiao Ci took care of Xiao En, he also took care of her. Such an arrogant and independent person married a pig-killing man under Xiao Ci's arrangement. What he faced every day when he woke up was
Her life was extremely collapsed, and what was even more hateful was that she had to give birth to children for the man who killed the pig. If she didn't obey, she would be scolded endlessly.
Living like this is more uncomfortable than dying. Xiao Ci can't be said to be sinister.
Song Qinghuan actually knew about Nan Yao's tragic end, but she felt dissatisfied. Even if Nan Yao was in such a predicament, she could not pretend that the original thing had never happened.
Xiao Ci knew that these things could not be explained clearly at once. He raised his hand and rubbed her head, coaxing softly: "Since you are back, stay well. I will be here no matter what.
, I will settle the grievances of the Yun family and the Song family one by one for you...
