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On the carriage back home, Ji Wan looked at her: "Did the Queen Mother do anything to you?"

Qin Baizhi shook his head: "She didn't take advantage."

"That's good." Ji Wan breathed a sigh of relief obviously.

He leaned against the soft cushion and asked Qin Baizhi with squinted eyes: "Are you satisfied with Xiaoluo's use?"

Qin Baizhi looked around and saw that Luo Songbai had already changed into women's clothes and was wearing a sharp black outfit, looking soft and handsome.

Ji Wan flatly refused: "No. Except for me."

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But he told the truth.

Pink head and oily noodles?

Ji Wan raised her eyebrows: "Originally, as Luo Songbai's uncle, I could have been a guard by your side for a few more days, but now that he has revealed his true colors, he is no longer suitable to be by your side. Let Huo Xiangzheng come." "

Qin Baizhi's mouth twitched: "Can this be said outside?"

Ji Wan said: "Because Huo Xiangzheng is not as good-looking as Luo Songbai."

Luo Songbai, who was beside the carriage, felt a little uncomfortable and stood with his head slightly lowered.

Luo Songbai also frowned: "Song Ming, don't keep staring at me."

At this time, a crisp female voice sounded outside the carriage.

Song Ming sighed, her tone revealing extreme disappointment: "I made a mistake. I didn't expect you to be so young and handsome."

Qin Baizhi was speechless again.

Song Ming also bowed her hands towards him: "I have met His Highness!"

and many more.

"Can't I have someone who is pleasing to the eye by my side?" Qin Baizhi protested.

"I heard that Qin Liangyuan was called into the palace by the Queen Mother, and I came here specifically to see if she was okay."

Luo Songbai felt greatly hit.

She sincerely sighed: "Uncle Luo...oh no, Songbai's women's clothing can be fake, and the original appearance is even more handsome. I wonder if Song Ming will pursue him even more after seeing it."

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Qin Baizhi: "..."

At this time, Ji Wan opened the car curtain and looked out, met Song Ming's eyes, and nodded slightly.

Qin Baizhi said with a smile: "It's Luo Songbai! The previous uncle's appearance was a disguise. This is Ronaldinho's true appearance."

Song Ming snorted: "The situation in the court is about to change. My father is about to rebel, so why bother with me?"

Qin Baizhi smiled: "Sister Song, I'm fine. The Queen Mother didn't take advantage of me."

Seeing that she still didn't take her head back, Ji Wan gently tapped the end of her hair: "Have you seen enough?"

On the main road, Song Ming was dressed in flowing red clothes and riding on a tall white horse, with a sword behind him, as if he was enforcing justice for heaven.

She rode over, frowning, and stared at Luo Songbai for a long time, almost seeing holes in him.

When Song Ming saw this, his eyebrows relaxed.

"You dare to come out now? Didn't General Song keep you locked up in the house?" Qin Baizhi asked doubtfully.

Qin Baizhi hurriedly opened the curtain, stopped the carriage, and jumped out.

Qin Baizhi's face was full of displeasure: "Why? Brother Huo himself is not willing to leave His Highness?"

Song Ming was shocked.

The voice sounds like Song Ming.

Unexpectedly, Song Ming just raised her head slightly, showing a look of disgust: "Who is this pretty boy with pink hair and oily face?"

Qin Bai retracted his head without finishing his thoughts, looked into Ji Wan's dark and displeased eyes, and replied with a smile: "Enough is enough."

Song Ming looked in Luo Songbai's direction, her eyes froze.

Listening to Song Ming's tone, is it possible that she doesn't like this model and prefers the uncle's model instead?

No way!

Luo Songbai didn't expect that his true identity would be disliked. He crossed his arms and said unhappily: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. In this case, don't pester me again in the future."

"it is good."

Song Ming replied decisively.