Fast Time Travel: My Host Show

Chapter 45 Hello, His Royal Highness (45)

"You lied to me."

Murong Song stood up, wanting to grab Xuan Ye's collar and lift him up, but he didn't want to, before he could move, black blood overflowed from the corner of Xuan Ye's mouth.

The tea cup was knocked over to the ground, making a clanking sound.

"The emperor can't wait to make a move."

The glass of wedding wine brought from the palace was watched by the chief eunuch as he drank it.

Death, is it not a relief.

Xuan Ye waved his hand, signaling Murong Song to sit down.

"I have decided to sacrifice for the royal family since I was a baby. I used to think that I could get rid of my fate by standing out from the 100 people, but I realized later that I have never got rid of my fate."

"His Royal Highness, after I die, bury me under the highest peach tree in the west of the city. This is the only thought I have in my life."

There was a smile on the corner of Xuan Ye's mouth, and he walked steadily.

Murong Song just stood there with blank eyes until Suifeng came to his side.

"Master, the national teacher has passed away."

Suifeng's voice was very soft, he felt that his master was like a porcelain doll, and he needed someone to comfort him.

Murong Song came to his and Qi Ling's wedding room following his own will. At this time, the door was ajar, waiting for the arrival of the master. He pushed the door open, and there was a creaking sound from the crack in the door.

Qi Ling just turned over when she heard the creaking sound. She originally thought that there would be a [-]th Dragon Subduing Style tonight, but she didn't expect that Murong Song didn't come at all.

Earlier, Xipo and Luzhi were whispering in her ears what would happen if Murong Song didn't come... Come on!
But in the middle of the night, Qi Ling asked them to retreat by themselves.

When Murong Song didn't come, Qi Ling felt a little more relaxed. After all, she had never had sex with anyone. Although "Three Hundred Poems of Yue" was vivid and the Eighteenth Subduing Dragon was very powerful, the actual combat was different after all. .

In the middle of the night, Qi Ling vaguely felt the warmth of her neck, and there was a faint sobbing sound. Her first reaction was that there was a ghost.

Goosebumps all over my body.

As a result, she opened her eyes and was about to call someone, when she suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging her tightly around her waist. Simply put, someone hugged her from behind.

No way!What should happen will happen.

Hmm~ Her Eighteen Forms of Subduing the Dragon are still useful.

Soon she realized that something was wrong again, the cold feeling in the pit of the neck could not be saliva, it could only be tears.

It's impossible for Murong Song to cry because of the joy of marrying her, right?
Although she is narcissistic, she still has a little confidence in herself.

Besides, for a man like Murong Song, there is absolutely nothing trivial that can make him cry, unless something overturns his cognition.

"Murong Song, you..."

"Do not talk."

Qi Ling's greetings were interrupted, but she also knew that Murong Song must be very sad right now, and when he was sad, having someone by his side, listening to him being sad was enough.

Those who accompany him will tell him that he is not alone.

Qi Ling turned over and hugged Murong Song into his arms.

On the second day, when it was still daylight, Murong Song got up to prepare for the morning court.

The look of losing his composure last night was no longer visible on his face, he was still a warm and gentle young man.

Qi Ling was woken up by his actions, but in fact she didn't sleep much, she just slept lightly with her little pine nuts in her heart.

"Xiao Songzi, good morning."

Qi Ling rubbed his eyes with his arms to wake himself up.As soon as she raised her hand, a hand stopped her movement.

"You didn't sleep well last night, sleep a little longer." As he spoke, he pressed Qi Ling back into the quilt, covered her with the quilt, and turned to leave.

Say it like they did something last night.

When Murong Song turned around, Qi Ling grabbed the corner of his clothes, took out a sachet from under the pillow, and handed it to Murong Song.

Looking at the little woman wrapped in the quilt stretching out a hand, Murong Song's troubled heart was calmed down by those agile eyes. He leaned over and kissed Qi Ling's forehead, took the sachet, and put Qi Ling's Tuck your hands back into the quilt.

Qi Ling just stared blankly at Murong Song coming out of the room.

It's completely impossible to see the sad appearance last night, could it be his own illusion?Or he had already slept with Murong Song last night, and everything else was his own imagination.

Qi Ling thought it was very possible, she immediately got under the quilt and took off her clothes, everything was normal.

Moreover, there is indeed a wet feeling on the collar, and the tears are not dry.

Why!It is worthy of being a villain boss with uncertain weather.

[Host, the national teacher is dead. 】

Just when Qi Ling was thinking wildly, the system suddenly appeared, startling her.

"died?"

According to the original plot, isn't the national teacher still alive for a few months?
However, the national teacher died after Murong Yue and Bai Xinya got married. Now that Murong Yue and Bai Xinya got married earlier, it is normal for the national teacher to die early.

"The death of the national teacher has nothing to do with Murong Song's sadness. The national teacher just died, so the rumors will not spread so fast!"

[Host, see for yourself! 】

After the system finished speaking, the scene of the meeting between Murong Song and Xuan Ye last night automatically appeared in Qi Ling's mind.

　Thank you for the strong recommendation of "When it's cold and the time is messed up", I will continue to work hard, love you, okay!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)