Quickly pass through: Crazy batch of bosses are so popular that they become popular

Si Jin gave an educational lesson to the ladies who were ready to make a move on the spot, but the idea of ​​climbing up a high branch and becoming a small child was stillborn just as it was about to sprout.

When the time was almost up, Si Jin stretched out an arm, and Xiao Yurou immediately reached out to hold it without letting the maid interfere.

This scene fell on those ladies from aristocratic families who were looking here either directly or indirectly.

Miss Aristocratic Family: "!"

As expected, life is more prosperous as a housewife, but there are no good results in being a child.

Even if she is an ordinary wife, she is still inferior!

They secretly made up their minds, even if they were to get a son-in-law in the future or marry a poor family member, they must not be too young!

And Xiao Yurou, who was originally regarded as a role model by them, will now become a negative example.

People scorned, ridiculed, and sighed, and cast all kinds of complex looks at him, which made Xiao Yurou want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

It's a pity that there is no ground for her to drill in the palace courtyard, so she can only endure the humiliation while carefully serving the devil.

I hope the devil can take advantage of her outstanding performance today and spare her a beating.

Praying secretly in my heart, the group of people had arrived at the main hall.

According to Song Jingchi's status, their positions are very high, and he is almost the only one after the two princes.

It can be seen how powerful the King of War is and how much the Emperor trusts and likes him.

Si Jin only glanced at his side and sat down calmly.

The palace maid came to serve tea, but before the tea time was up, she heard a high-pitched voice.

"The Emperor is here—"

All the officials knelt down to welcome him, except for his brother-in-law Song Jingchi, the king of war, who was deeply loved by the emperor.

Si Jin glanced at him. If he didn't kneel, she wouldn't kneel either.

At the same time, he also pulled Xiao Yurou beside him, and the three of them stood upright, bending slightly.

On Murong Boyuan's left hand is the current queen, and on his right is Song Guifei.

When passing by them, Concubine Song glanced at Si Jin and Xiao Yurou with her slightly upward phoenix eyes, and moved away without stopping.

After getting married, Concubine Song had someone send a message to Prince Zhan's Mansion, asking Si Jin and Xiao Yurou to come into the palace to pay their respects more than once or twice, but Song Jingchi declined them both times.

Even before, when Yu Anbo's house was demoted, Concubine Song sent someone to give Si Jin a scolding, basically scolding her for not caring about ethics and filial piety.

Song Jingchi choked off a letter from Song Jingchi, and did not send any more letters for the next two or three months.

When we met today, I figured something out.

Si Jin observed the interaction between the emperor and Concubine Song without any trace, as well as the look on the queen's face.

Gradually, she really caught something.

The empress was cold and cold, and did not like to talk to anyone, including the emperor. The eldest prince under her had died many years ago, and since then she had stopped paying attention to the general affairs. Even the phoenix seal was hung high in the palace by her, and the daily affairs were assisted by Concubine Song.

Because of this, Concubine Song was used to having her eyes set high above her head, and occasionally even she, the queen, would dare to refute her in person.

It was not a surprise to see Si Jin like this, but this Song Guifei was not a kind person, and she had a close relationship with the original owner, so he had to find an opportunity to teach her a lesson.

The emperor sat down, and when all the officials were seated again, they heard Murong Boyuan, the leader, begin his year-end summary.

First, he commended the ministers for their hard work this year, and then emphatically praised Lu Guogong and his son. Everyone drank and talked happily.

Then he turned his attention to Song Jingchi. Murong Boyuan smiled casually and raised his glass: "The war king married the princess this year. I wonder if we can spread the good news again?"

Song Jingchi was stunned, and it took him a long time to realize what the emperor meant.

This is to ask if his princess is pregnant!

When I think about it, at the beginning of the year, I was still a high-spirited and powerful general king. I had spoken out in all the dynasties and was loved by all the people.

What about now?

Since I married a princess and entered the palace, I was first scolded by the literati for not abiding by the ancestral etiquette, and then on the wedding night, I was beaten and beaten...

One thing after another, it has never gone smoothly since getting married...

Song Jingchi's expression changed several times. Si Jin couldn't bear it and kicked him from below. He reacted and bowed: "Wei Zeng!"

The words were concise and to the point, and the answers were as concise as ever.

Concubine Song continued with a smile, "Prince War is usually very busy with official duties, so he doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the back house. Concubine Yichen thinks that the emperor should reward him with more beauties, so that Achi can flourish more, right?" "

After saying this, several people looked at Concubine Song.

Song Jingchi's face was filled with resistance, and even a bit of panic that others couldn't understand.

Si Jin smiled half-heartedly, calmly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

On the other hand, Xiao Yurou was a little excited. If someone came into the palace, would they be able to share the burden for her?

Whether it was sharing the beatings or the work of serving, she would be tortured to death by herself!

The expressions of several people were noticed by Murong Boyuan. The expressions of the two women were not important. What puzzled him the most was Song Jingchi's expression.

Why is he still afraid of giving him a beauty?

Could it be that he is feeling unwell, difficult to control...can't bear it?

Murong Boyuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked at Song Jingchi with pity.

"Tomorrow I will ask Sun Yuanzheng to go to your house to ask for a safe pulse. I will also show it to the princess by the way. It is very cold in winter, so it will be okay to give some prescriptions to recuperate the body."

Song Jingchi's face turned even more ugly. He lowered his eyes and thanked her, and his voice was stiff and dry.

At this time, the ladies from aristocratic families in the audience took turns performing performances, singing, dancing, playing piano, etc., which dazzled everyone watching.

Suddenly, a dancing woman's feet stumbled, and the strange-shaped pearls inlaid on her shoes flew out and hit Xiao Yurou.

Song Jingchi was still upset about what the emperor said, so he didn't notice anything coming and didn't react at all.

The sharp-eyed palace man was so frightened that he covered his mouth, fearing that he would hear Princess Xiao's screams in the next second.

"Thorn-"

The stool Xiao Yurou was sitting on was kicked half a meter away, barely escaping the flying pearls. She was so frightened that she held her hand against her pounding heart and gasped.

At this time, the young lady who was originally imitating Hu Ji's circling suddenly gave a sharp look, swiped her left wrist, and three silver needles that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye were shot in the direction of the emperor.

The subtle buzzing sound gradually got closer, and the silver needle as thin as a cow's hair became faster and faster.

Seeing that he was about to arrive in front of the emperor, Si Jin pulled Song Jingchi.

"Help me!"

Her loud shout seemed to awaken the thinking of everyone in the hall.

Screams, cups and plates falling to the ground, people in the eunuch palace shouting "help"... came and went.

Song Jingchi had already rushed out at that time, but he was distracted just now and didn't see where the silver needle was at all, so he could only use his back to resist it.

At this time, a cup was smashed with a crashing sound, and the wine poured out spilled all over Song Jingchi's head and face.

After two "ding-dong" sounds, the cup fell down, successfully blocking the way of the two silver needles.