Host, Please Don't Match Up with the Vicious Female

Concubine Fang looked at Song Qi, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"Thank you, the imperial concubine, for clearing up the grievances of the ministers and concubines."

Song Qi glanced at her: "Empress Empress, let's go."

"Okay." Meng Yilan nodded and glanced at the two of them.

Concubine Fang looked at the back of Song Qi leaving, and hated her teeth.

"System, why didn't you announce the mission in advance?" Song Qi felt a little strange.

"Host, you just need to wait for the event to trigger." The system added, "Have fun."

Song Qi tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

When he arrived at Fengyi Palace, Song Qi saw the emperor's guard of honor standing at the door. He paused and looked at Meng Yilan: "Since he's here, I won't go in."

"It's just a meal together. The emperor doesn't come to my place on weekdays. Now that he appears here, he probably got the news that you are coming to my place." Meng Yilan took Song Qi's hand, "If you leave, he will It's my fault."

Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi and smiled slightly.

Before Song Qi could speak, Eunuch Yang came out, his smile was the same as before, as if he had already settled down: "Empress, Empress, Your Majesty is waiting for the two of you to have a meal inside."

The hint is obvious.

Song Qi nodded and walked in.

Zhao Zhi was wearing ordinary clothes, sitting on a soft couch, reading a book, when he heard the sound of two people saluting, he raised his head, his eyes fell on Song Qi, and stayed there for three seconds.

"Let's eat."

A meal, eaten very silently.

In the end, it was Zhao Zhixian who said, "I heard that you went to the school grounds today."

"If you go back to the emperor, the noble concubine hasn't entered the palace for a long time, so I took her around." Meng Yilan said.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Meng Yilan, and finally landed on Song Qi: "You still taught fourteen, seventeen?"

"Yeah." Song Qi looked at Zhao Zhi, "He's such an old man. Da Jin, who was practicing martial arts at the age of seven, couldn't even draw a bow. Of course you can’t ignore it, it’s become a habit.”

"If you want to practice martial arts, Jingde Palace has a huge venue." Zhao Zhi said, "Seldom go there in the future."

Song Qi hooked the corners of his lips: "Then thank the emperor for being so thoughtful."

Zhao Zhi saw that Song Qi was a little stuck, and there was nothing strange about his tone, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.

Meng Yilan glanced at Zhao Zhi and then at Song Qi, raised her hand to pick up a meatball and put it in Zhao Zhi's bowl: "Your Majesty, try this meatball, it's delicious."

Zhao Zhi didn't move his chopsticks, and still looked at Song Qi: "Dacheng will arrive in the capital in half a month, and he needs to discuss peace negotiations."

Song Qi didn't even blink his eyes: "Oh, the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. What are the emperor and his concubines talking about?"

Zhao Zhi frowned: "Jieer!"

Song Qi paused, and the meatball she just picked up fell on the table. She glanced at Zhao Zhi as if she had seen a ghost.

Oh, I remembered, Zhao Zhi and Shao Jie were childhood sweethearts, when she looked at this relationship, no matter how she looked at it, Zhao Zhi was using Shao Jie as a pawn, why is it so disgusting now.

Because of Song Qi's eyes, the atmosphere was a little awkward again.

Meng Yilan's head hurt a little more, and she quickly thought about new topics.

"Your majesty, can I ask you for a box of jade ointment?" Meng Yilan asked.

Zhao Zhi frowned. The jade ointment was a tribute from a neighboring country. There were only three small boxes in total. It had miraculous effects on wounds and scars. He glanced at Meng Yilan and said nothing.

Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi, smiled, and continued: "I accidentally touched the concubine's hand today..."

Meng Yilan didn't say much about the latter, but everyone understood.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Song Qi's hand: "It's because I didn't think carefully, I'll ask Yang Dekai to bring it to you later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Your Majesty, too."

"No, we are all my sisters. You have to paint it every day. Don't forget, now the impatiens are blooming. After a while, we can dye our nails together. It's so beautiful."

"Okay." Song Qi nodded, and looked at his hands. His fingers were long and slender, but because of the scars on the back and palm of his hands, he looked a little hideous. Take the accompanying ministers and concubines to have a look in the afternoon?"

Zhao Zhi frowned slightly, put down his chopsticks completely this time, looked at Song Qi: "Jie'er, I have something to discuss with you."

"If it is a matter of the harem, the emperor can now say that if it is a matter of the previous dynasty, the harem should not be involved in politics. Since the concubines have withdrawn from the court, they should not interfere. The emperor should not break the rules of the ancestors." Song Qi looked sincere. , now that the harem is messed up enough, she doesn't want to mess around in the front court anymore.

Zhao Zhi stared at Song Qi for three seconds, gnashing his teeth a bit: "I still have some things to do, so I'll go first."

After sending Zhao Zhi away, Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi with some disapproval: "General, I know you are angry, but you will still live in the palace in the future."

"Well, I have a sense of proportion." I am the heroine, and he can't kill me.

Song Qi has a clear understanding of his own privileges. In a sense, it seems that as long as it is not too much, everything can be done at will.

For example, hate the hero.

Zhao Zhi's anger returned to the atmosphere, but when the things turned around, Eunuch Yang sent them over.

"Let me wipe it off for you." Meng Yilan stood up bravely.

Open the lid, a fresh fragrance wafts out, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The paste is white and somewhat transparent. Song Qi watched Meng Yilan carefully get a little bit on her hands, and then gently rubbed it on the scar: "I will do the same after I go back. It must be soft. I heard that it only takes five In six days, the skin can be as smooth as a newborn baby, it’s a pity that’s all.”

Meng Yilan sighed.

"You want some too?"

"No, after you paint your hands, you can also put some on your face. My skin is already fine, so I don't need these." Meng Yilan shook her head decisively, although there was still some longing in her eyes.

After painting his hands, Song Qi dried his hands for a while, it was cool, very comfortable, and not sticky, it really is a good thing.

Meng Yilan propped her chin and yawned, shook her, and finally fell asleep directly, in the same posture as before.

Song Qi watched her for a while, and seeing that her head was about to fall off, he subconsciously reached out to support her.

She thought she would wake up, but Meng Yilan rubbed against her palm, continued to sleep, and even lowered Song Qi's hand a little.

Song Qi was a little speechless, walked up to Meng Yilan and hugged her directly.

The palace lady was a little surprised when she saw it, but she didn't say anything.

After Song Qi put Meng Yilan on the bed, he asked the maid to wait on her. After watching her lie down, he went back to the soft couch and picked up the book Zhao Zhi had read earlier, which was a travelogue.

She glanced at it, Meng Yilan still marked some places, and some places were very girlish.

"I really want to see it."

"It's a pity I can't go out."

They were all written in the Dajin Kingdom, but some of the blacked-out places always made her feel a little strange.

Song Qi glanced in Meng Yilan's direction, took a sip from the teacup, and continued to turn a few pages backwards.

There will be black dots on the first few pages, but in the back, if you write a wrong word, it will be deleted directly, and there will be no more black dots.

She knocked on the table and put down the book.

I sat with my chin propped up for two hours.

When Meng Yilan woke up, she was a little confused.

I can't remember what I was sitting on, and why I returned to the bed inexplicably.

Rubbing his head, he straightened his clothes and came out, only to see Song Qi sitting there.

Meng Yilan blushed: "I'm sorry, I usually have the habit of taking a nap, so I will fall asleep when the time comes."

"It's okay, there is nothing to do on the left or right, and it doesn't matter which side you sit on." Song Qi glanced at the book on the table, "Your comments are very interesting."

Meng Yilan opened her mouth, feeling more and more embarrassed: "Just write whatever you want."

As she spoke, she immediately took the book and threw it to the palace servant behind her: "Let's go, I'll take you to the Imperial Beast Courtyard for a stroll."

Song Qi nodded.

Along the way, I met several waves of people, those who admired flowers, talked and laughed, smiling on the surface, but MMP in their hearts.

The Royal Beast Courtyard is at the corner of the palace.

As soon as he got close, Song Qi heard the roar of the tiger inside.

A few timid maids called out directly, and Meng Yilan also shook her body.

The two walked in, and there was a clatter of kneeling inside, and the smell in the air was not very pleasant.

Meng Yilan covered her nose slightly and frowned.

The manager of the Royal Beast Academy knew that two people were coming, and immediately ran out to greet them.

Song Qi and Meng Yilan walked around casually, and there were quite a variety of things inside.

Finally she stopped in front of the roaring tiger.

The tiger circled around the cage, looking very vigilant.

"It was brought here a few days ago. It hasn't been tamed yet. It's a little dangerous. It's better for the empress to stay far away." Although he felt that nothing would happen to Song Qi, the steward still reminded him.

Song Qi glanced back, and found that everyone was avoiding them from a distance, only she stood at the front, followed by Meng Yilan, who hid half a step behind Song Qi.

It really is a book without logic.

"Is this cage a prison?" Meng Yilan asked.

"Naturally." The steward smiled, "Your Majesty can rest assured."

The tiger bumped into the cage suddenly and roared at the three of them.

Meng Yilan screamed softly and took two steps back.

Song Qi's expression didn't change, he watched the tiger's paws that kept moving towards the outside, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

Feeling the provocation from Song Qi, the tiger barked louder and bumped into the cage several times.

"Let's go, this tiger doesn't seem to be quite normal." Song Qi looked back at Meng Yilan.

"Would you like to see the peacocks, ladies?"

"Okay." Meng Yilan nodded immediately.

Song Qi glanced at the tiger, then at the steward, and estimated the possibility of raising an animal.

The peacock is much more docile, stomping its steps gracefully, occasionally shaking its tail, and every time it shakes, someone takes a deep breath.

But in the end it was all disappointment.

"I've only seen a peacock spread its tail once." Meng Yilan said.

"If you like it, why don't you take one back? It's in front of you every day, and you can always see it again." Song Qi suggested.

Meng Yilan shook her head: "Forget it, I'm still a little scared... just look at it from a distance."

Song Qi looked at the peacock and sighed faintly: "System, these days are even more boring than life in the third year of high school. At least in the third year of high school, I can still brush up on questions and play games."

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