Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

"The clothes the Prime Minister is wearing today make people want to strip them clean~"

That low voice reached his ears, and Xiao Yunci couldn't help but feel a thin layer of red on his face with shame.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes resting on his lips that were bitten by her last night. At that moment, he clenched his back molars.

"Princess, respect yourself!"

He forced out a few words, his expression not so ugly as usual.

Sang Qingjiu smiled playfully when he heard this, and sat down opposite Xiao Yunci, minding his own business, "Has the Prime Minister gone to court today?"

"No."

"But I'm not feeling well, why don't I send an imperial physician to the Prime Minister?"

"Don't bother me princess, I'm just suffering from a minor illness and it won't be a problem. I will go to court tomorrow."

As Xiao Yunci spoke, he was a little uncomfortable with Sang Qingjiu's eager eyes. He stood up and left, "I still have something to do at home, so I'll take my leave first."

"Oh? What's going on at the Prime Minister's house?"

Sang Qingjiu said, placing the beads on the table.

He looked like he was smiling, but his eyes were so cold that it made people feel chilly.

When Xiao Yunci looked at her, he felt a cold air rush up from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai, and then responded: "It's not anything important, I just want to go back and read the official documents."

"Better so."

Sang Qingjiu lowered her eyes casually, and when Xiao Yunci left, she said again, "Prime Minister, it's better to be good. This princess likes to be good."

Xiao Yunci paused for a moment, then said after a few seconds, "That's really unlucky."

good?

Where in his whole body is this word related?

Xiao Yunci sneered and left quickly with the guards.

Sang Qingjiu stared at his back, slowly circling the beads in his hands. After a while, he found a bookstore and wrote a letter, asking the hosta to be delivered to the Zhenguo General's Mansion.

When Hosta returned, he took her back to the palace with him.

On the other end, General Ling, who received the letter, was still very surprised, wondering if there was anything else that Sang Qingjiu had not finished explaining?

After opening the letter, he saw that the other party wanted him to secretly kill the people from Kangping Theater. The other party was... the other party was...

Fuck grandma!

Kangping Theater turned out to be Fan Guo’s hidden stronghold in Sang State!

kill!

No one in this theater can be spared!

Old General Ling's face was dark and green, and he quickly called his two grown-ups back and asked them to handle it, to make this matter an unsolved case.

Afterwards, he began to write letters to his disciples, friends and classmates, asking them to work together to build momentum for Sang Qingyuan.

They were making great efforts outside, and Sang Qingjiu was no less impressive inside the palace.

Sang Qingjiu didn't know that the queen had secretly poisoned the emperor and Concubine Li. After entering the palace, she went directly to find Song Guiren, who had been favored by the emperor recently.

The imperial concubine is actually in her thirties, and no matter how well she takes care of herself, she will not be as fair and beautiful as those young girls aged seventeen or eighteen.

The emperor was a beauty lover. Although he always preferred concubines, he did not delay his search for beauties.

This noble lady from the Song Dynasty was a beautiful girl from the south of the Yangtze River. She had a beautiful face and a slender figure. She spoke Wu Nong's soft words and forcefully asked the emperor to have some true feelings for her. She would go there for seven or eight days in a month.

The imperial concubine will have to go for twelve or three days, and the remaining days will be divided among the dozens of women in the harem.

"I don't know why the princess is looking for a concubine?"

Sang Qingjiu calmly looked at Guiren Song in front of him and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

That bitch, the old emperor, was ruthless and ruthless, but he had a good eye for choosing women.

"My princess, I have a fortune to give you."

"Rich?"

Song Gui felt funny in his heart.

Although Sang Qingjiu is a princess, she is not favored. If you really want to talk about it, she is not even as noble as her, so why do you want to give her wealth?

Seeing her disapproval, Sang Qingjiu was not angry and just said calmly, "You were drugged by the imperial concubine and you can't have a child."

Hearing this, Song Guiren was shocked, "How is that possible?"

"The red jade bracelet that the imperial concubine gave you, doesn't it look good?"

Sang Qingjiu's eyes slowly fell on the red bracelet on her white wrist, "It's soaked in red flowers."

Song Guiren was so frightened that his pupils dilated and he subconsciously took off the bracelet.

"Is the tea in her palace delicious? It contains the anti-heirloom medicine. Not just you, most of the concubines in the harem have drank it."

Otherwise, with the emperor's attitude of being a groom every day, how could it be possible that there are only two princes now, and one of them is still a sick man who will not live to be twenty?

It can be said that the imperial concubine took great pains to ensure that Sang Qingyuan could successfully inherit the throne!

After she finished speaking, Song Guiren's face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

Not long ago, she was still dreaming about giving birth to a son, thinking that the emperor was still young and she could inherit the throne if she gave birth to a son.

As a result, now, the dream has been shattered into pieces.

Song Guiren put his hand on his belly, his expression was indescribably complicated.

"You, you lied to me."

After a long while, Song Guizheng retorted without any confidence.

"What's the point of lying to you? My concubine and I don't get along, and neither do you, so we're on the same page."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Sang Qingjiu slowly took out a small box from his pocket and pushed it to Song Guiren, "This is a fake pregnancy pill. It can diagnose pregnancy pulse. The medicine is only effective for one month. Do you still need my teaching for the rest? ?”

Song Guiren pursed his lips and looked at the elixir hesitantly.

False pregnancy pill...

Did framing the imperial concubine cause her to have a miscarriage?

"Other than offending the noble concubine, what good will I gain by doing this?"

After a while, Mr. Song asked calmly.

"Position, and the emperor's guilt."

Sang Qingjiu still coiled her beads, "These two are enough for you to establish a firm foothold in the harem."

After hearing this, Mr. Song was silent for a long time, his eyes flickering in a daze.

"It's up to you whether you need it or not. But you should know that my father likes the new and hates the old, and you have long been in the eyes of the imperial concubine because of your favor. If you lose your favor one day..."

Sang Qingjiu didn't finish his words, but Song Guiren also wanted to get it.

No need to wait until she lost her favor, now the imperial concubine wanted to kill her.

Once she loses her favor, she is afraid that she will live a life where even eunuchs and maids can be bullied at will.

The status of a nobleman is still too low after all!

Thinking about it, Song Guiren's eyes gradually became firm.

"That princess, I'm just waiting for good news from you."

Sang Qingjiu turned around and left.

She had no doubt that Mr. Song would not use the elixir.

It's very simple. Song Guiren is not a fool without means or ambition. Whenever she wants to pass, she will definitely fight for herself.

As for the fake pregnancy pill...it's quite cheap to get it from the system with 3,000 points.

This thing is one of the indispensable home medicines in the palace battle plane!

Sang Qingjiu thought about it, and slowly found the next "cooperation partner" - Ying agreed.

This "collaboration partner" has something a little bit special about cooperating with her.