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Chapter 59 59. An can tell if I am male or female (19)

Ling Ye held on to the edge of the bed, enduring the unspeakable pain, and wanted to strangle her to death several times.

No need to guess what purpose!

She must have come to murder him!

The big salt owl who walks on cliffs and never changes his face at life and death, and the always elegant and dignified Lord Ling is so angry that he has no grace at all, and his hysteria is comparable to that of a market shrew.

After Ling Ye got over the pain, he strode away without even wanting to look at her again.

He was afraid that he could not help but kill this fool!
Seeing his back leaving indifferently, Xiao Bailian was dumbfounded, and then couldn't help crying.

Did he just leave?

Man, a cold-blooded and ruthless pig's hoof!
Didn't he just accidentally touch his stick?

She didn't even dislike him yet!

As for?As for?
Cheapskate!
system:【……】

Is this a question of being petty or not?
She almost ruined someone's life, Ling Ye didn't kill her, it was enough for his subordinates to be merciful, she still has the face to complain?
However, [You did it on purpose, right? 】

Song Xiwu stared round her eyes, "How is it possible?"

How could the innocent little Bailian do such a wretched thing?
She is not a system.

System: Heh!

Trust her to be a ghost!
Song Xiwu climbed onto the bed in aggrieved and pitiful manner, pulled the quilt over, and rolled herself up, warm and soft.

Xiao Bailian's heart, which was riddled with wounds, eased a little bit.

But she still felt very bitter.

How can life be as bitter as hers?
Huh huh~
[You are enough! 】

High bed with soft pillows, silk and satin, why is she struggling?

Xiaobailian sobbed for a moment: All, you don't understand, I'm suffering, mentally traumatized, no matter how satisfied I am with material things, it's useless.

The system just hehehe.

These words were translated into six words: Bitch is hypocritical!

Song Xiwu huddled in the warm quilt and yawned, "Which heroine in ancient sadistic novels is not hypocritical?"

She is hypocritical and she is proud!

The character set is very stable!
Xiaobailian is so capable, hehe~
That is, alas, she was already prepared to be tortured physically and mentally tonight, and she even thought about various postures.

However, the hero of her family's destiny actually died halfway, how heartbreaking is this?
No, I will suggest him tactfully another day that all kinds of deer and tiger whips must be arranged.

This time, the tire blew out even before the car was driving. Next time, it would be so embarrassing if it broke down in the middle of the car, wouldn’t it?
There is disharmony in the bed, and the breakup is in sight.

No, Xiao Bailian doesn't want to break up with her family's man of destiny even if she dies.

Without him, what would happen to her out-of-this-world persona?
She's gonna die, eh~
Damn, it's a pity that there is no Huiyuan Kidney Treasure tablet in this era. I knew she should have exchanged it at the mall first.

Embarrassed!

Xiao Bailian felt very sorry for her family's Destiny hero.

Her fault, she reflects on herself!
system:……

It's not easy for her to do this!
I feel sorry for myself and Mr. Zero every day, ha ha!

……

"My lord, you have imprisoned the little prince for three days."

"Did she admit it wrong?"

"Well, she sewed you a coat."

Aunt Yang held a black dress and said.

After writing the case, Ling Ye, who was reviewing important documents of the chamber of commerce, raised his head, his eyes fell on the clothes in Aunt Yang's hands, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Coat?"

Aunt Yang nodded, and she did not hesitate to help Song Xiwu speak, "The little prince has been obediently staying in the dormitory for the past few days, saying that he made you angry, and I feel very uneasy, and I want to apologize to you."

It's just that I didn't expect that a dignified prince would actually pick up a needle and thread to sew clothes for their lord. Aunt Yang was also confused at first.

But she saw that Song Xiwu really didn't do anything wrong, she just nestled in the room making clothes all day, and she felt a little pity for this little prince in her heart.

Alas, I don't know what kind of life she lived in the palace of the Song Dynasty?
As a prince, he can even do needlework.

The royal family's infighting is really terrifying!

Little prince, it's not easy for her.

Ling Ye looked at the clothes with a somewhat complicated expression.

If he hadn't confirmed that the original destruction of the Ling family was the work of the imperial concubine, he would really have to wonder if the Song Emperor had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger for more than ten years, and was planning something secretly.

But Ling Ye can be 100% sure that the fatuous and lecherous Emperor Song definitely has no such brains.

If you talk about Crown Prince Song Zhi, that's still possible.

But how old was Song Zhi back then?Even if he wanted to, he was powerless.

Ling Ye got up, walked to Aunt Yang, and picked up the clothes.

This coat is well cut, with fine stitching and a grand style. Only the sleeves and skirt are embroidered with auspicious clouds in dark patterns. It is noble and not fancy, and it shows the intention of the clothes maker.

Ling Ye's eyes lightened slightly, obviously he liked it.

However, he pointed to the bag seven or eight inches long on the inside of the clothes under the waist, "Why did she sew this bag?"

Aunt Yang also looked at the bag that slightly ruined the beauty of the clothes, "The old slave asked, the little prince said it was used to hold sticks for you, my lord, when did you like using sticks?"

Because Song Xiwu's expression and words at that time were too sincere and simple, Aunt Yang didn't think about it at all, she only felt that it was a little strange.

The lord is skilled in archery, archery, and swordsmanship, but he has never heard of someone who can use a stick.

And looking at the length of the pocket, isn't this stick a bit short?
Could it be stretchable?
Ling Ye's face was visibly froze, and then red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, his expression was so colorful.

Crack, he slammed his coat on the table, his voice almost squeezed out between his teeth, "Song, Long! You stupid idiot!"

Aunt Yang was taken aback by the lord's sudden outburst of anger!

What, what's wrong?
Wasn't the Lord in a pretty good mood just now?
Why did it turn from sunny to thundery in an instant?

"Go, bring her to me." Ling Ye tightened his fingers, his voice was so cold that he could freeze to death, "Today, if I don't change her mind, I will take her surname!"

amount……

Aunt Yang replied tremblingly, and didn't dare to ask more questions.

The little prince, she is asking for more blessings.

Just, what did she do?
Only then can the protagonist who has always been taciturn and indifferent look like a volcano erupting.

It was the first time for Aunt Yang to see her lord jumping like this.

The little prince, in fact, is really... quite capable!

……

"Little prince, you... go in."

Song Xiwu was holding the door of the study with both hands, wrapped in a white fox fur coat, like a soft white dumpling, a pair of watery almond eyes were timid, and her palm-sized face was pale, it was so pitiful .

Aunt Yang couldn't bear it either, but she couldn't disobey the Lord's order no matter what.

I just hope that the lord will not kill Bai Tuanzi for the sake of Bai Tuanzi's pity and limpness, it's a crime.

Song Xiwu drooped her little head, "Auntie, I'm afraid."

Aunt Yang almost burst into tears, and said heartbroken: "Little prince, you go in, first admit your mistake to the Lord."

(End of this chapter)