After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

That day, when Xie Yunji met the emperor, Pinga Fuyu arrived no later than him.

I almost didn't sleep all night.

There are many things on my mind, many things.

Some things seem so long ago as if they happened in the last life, but Song Nihuan, his sister, is really right in front of him.

God has mercy on him and allowed him to be reunited with her.

He suddenly felt that the heavy suffering he had endured over the years was nothing.

When the Song family was involved in the Prince of Qi case, he knew that his father was implicated.

After all, he is the son of an official family. His father has instilled in him the ways of officialdom since he was a child to prevent him from being too naive.

He was familiar with the intrigues in official circles and the whole story of the Prince of Qi case.

It cannot be said that my father Song Qing was completely wronged, because my father had a share of the gift money sent to the Prince of Qi's Palace.

He remembered asking his father, "Our family can live well even without clinging to the King of Qi. Why did father go along with those people?"

The father's answer was: "Son, you are confused. Your father is not trying to curry favor with the King of Qi. If you don't accept the offer from others, you will not be able to stay clean, but will become the target of public criticism!"

Later, when the King of Qi attempted a rebellion but failed, the Emperor was furious and punished many people, as if he would rather kill someone innocent than let anyone go. Of course, he also took this opportunity to purge the court and reshuffle the officials.

The Song family was destroyed in this wave. His parents were beheaded, males under the age of fourteen were exiled, and females were sent to the Jiaofangsi.

And he, Pinga Fuyu, is the male member of the Song family who was less than fourteen years old at that time, Song Lanzhi.

The journey from Yunjing to Loulan is long, and the weather becomes drier the further you go. He has never suffered any hardship since he was a child, but he still has the backbone of an official family. Even though his lips are cracked, his skin is peeling, and his whole body is itchy, he grits his teeth and says nothing.

When he was on the verge of death, he was rescued by a captain who was about thirty years old.

At first he thought he had met a good person, who removed the torture instruments from him and fed him water.

He thanked him with gratitude, but he ignored him and approached him in the middle of the night.

Song Lanzhi knew that the Longyang style was prevalent in Dazhao, but his father was upright and old-fashioned and had always despised such behavior, so he also despised it particularly.

It turns out that there is no favor without reason. After being exposed to wind and sun, his face is still lovely. He is a boy of twelve or thirteen, raised in luxury, with a noble bookish air.

The captain liked him.

The wind from outside the Great Wall made his face hurt, so the captain took him into the tent.

The candlelight flickered in the tent. The captain approached little by little, his tall figure projected on the tent. He frowned and responded.

He has no choice.

There was no wind in the tent, it was warm and dry, which was great.

Once a person breaks his bottom line, he will have no bottom line.

Song Lanzhi discovered that people can actually keep falling.

Later, he arrived at the border of Loulan, where he worked from sunrise to sunset with the exiled prisoners. After the captain sent him there, he was reluctant to see him suffer, so he introduced him to the general who was guarding the prisoners.

The captain left, and Song Lanzhi had a new master.

After that, it was passed from one person to another, and in the end he himself didn't know how he ended up in the palace of King Boli.

The palace was magnificent, the walls of the corridor were inlaid with gold and jade, the shiny wooden floor seemed unable to withstand the weight of gold and silver, and people would make a teeth-grinding creaking sound when walking on it. The air was filled with a strong fragrance. The windows were small, and the walls were hung with felt carpets with intricate totems. It was obviously an extremely luxurious decoration, but he felt inexplicably decadent.

He had a new name, Pinga Fuyu. Pinga was the surname of the royal family of the country of Palli. He was to replace the 19th prince of Palli and go to Dazhao as a hostage.

The nineteenth prince stood on the high platform, with prominent brow bones, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a high nose bridge. He was indeed somewhat similar to him.

He was somewhat unhappy because he had to return to his hometown, and he didn't want to go back with such a broken body.

But he was also a little happy because he had a new name. He had long wanted to stop calling himself Song Lanzhi, because it was not a good name.

You see, there is no way to stop the waves.

He washed up and changed into clean clothes. The fourteen-year-old boy was clean, thin, and had broad shoulders. His face had a beauty that made it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a girl. He looked broken, with long drooping eyelashes, which made him look pitiful.

It was a completely different situation next to the greasy and pot-bellied king.

The Queen of Puli looked at him with something strange in her eyes.

He was very familiar with this kind of look, he had seen it too many times in recent days, it contained surprise, pity, and admiration.

The day before going to Dazhao as a hostage, he went to the queen's palace to bid farewell to his "mother".

Everything happened naturally. He was no longer the noble son of the Shangshu, Song Lanzhi. During these days at the border, the first thing he learned was to survive.

If you want to survive, you have to have something to rely on. In Yunjing, what he relies on is his father and the Song family.

Although it has to be taken as a hostage in Jokhang, the foundation of "Pinga Fu Yu" is in the country of Puli.

He needs a "mother" who remembers his goodness.

In the dim light, the young man raised the corners of his mouth in sarcasm. He lowered his head and kissed the back of the queen's hand, his slender eyes shining surprisingly brightly.

*

On the day when Xie Yunji went to the palace to meet the emperor, Pingjia Fuyu stopped Le Yi on the way to Yuji Palace.

He didn't hesitate and dragged her into the empty duty room in the corridor.

Le Yi couldn't see who was behind her. The person was covering her mouth, and the exposed part of her wrist was as white as cream. Even she felt inferior to him.

Who is so bold as to act so presumptuously in the palace? A woman? How can she be so strong?

"I'll let go, and if you make a sound, I'll kill you," he said.

There was a look of surprise on Le Yi's face, but he held her tightly, making her unable to move. Even without turning around, she could feel his murderous intent.

She had no choice but to nod.

"Where are you going, Princess?" he asked with a smile.

Le Yi took a few steps back and bumped into the carvings on the center edge of the palace gate, showing a gesture of resistance.

"Are you going to reveal the affair between Xie Hanlin and his wife?" he said calmly.