I'm really not an official match [Wear the book]

When Qi Yu came out in a good mood, he saw Song Sheng beside him who was weak and looked at him with anger but dare not speak.

Qi Yu: "What? Shouldn't the king mention the emperor's brother?"

Song Sheng: "My lord, can you tell me about it? Why are you so hostile to His Highness? You just followed what you said. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Qi Yu: "I can't."

This lunch was saved directly, Qi Yu dumped the blame directly on Qi Lian, Qi Lian had said that kind of thing before, and it was fine for Qi Yu to mess around, but the Emperor Chu knew that it was Qi Lian's teaching, and Qi Lian was left behind. In the imperial study room, he was directly lectured and didn't come out until evening.

No matter how gentle Qi Lian was, it was really hard for him to swallow this breath.

From rhetoric to throwing blame, which one can a five-year-old child do?

When Qi Lian came out of the imperial study, he was invited to the queen's palace by the maid of honor.

"My mother."

The queen glanced at Qi Lian and sighed: "I heard that you were left in the imperial study by your father today?"

Qi Lian was silent.

Empress: "Lian'er, you have always acted in the most measured manner, and you are the only one who reassures your father the most. What is the reason this time?"

Qi Lian's eyes moved, and he didn't tell the cause and effect, but said: "It's nothing, I will pay attention to it in the future."

The queen helped Qi Lian up: "You are the eldest son, you have to lead by example and share your father's worries, you know? It is precisely because you stand in this position that you can't make a little mistake, so many pairs of eyes Watching you, they can support you, and they can support others."

The queen's words were like a heavy stone on Qi Lian's body, and at Qi Lian's age, he didn't want to come to the queen's palace anymore.

There is no other reason.

He didn't want to hear such words, he didn't even want to step on his brother's seat to get up.

Qi Lian casually hummed, feeling a little unhappy.

I don't know if Song Sheng is better or not, he is already sick like that, and was dragged into the palace by Qi Yu.

Thinking of Qi Yu, Qi Lian's eyes added another layer of displeasure.

After returning to the palace, Song Sheng slept on the bed all afternoon.

In the evening, He Xiao came over to wake him up for dinner.

He Xiao: "Brother Song, Zhuyue, who is next to His Royal Highness, came to the palace once this afternoon, and brought many precious medicinal materials, but was kicked out by Wang Lin."

As He Xiao spoke, he felt a little pain in his flesh. There are so many good medicinal materials. If he says to drive them out, he will get them out. What is his prince thinking.

Song Sheng had already given up on the idea of ​​getting Qi Yu and Qi Lian to befriend each other, so if the brat likes to make trouble, let him make trouble: "It's okay, as long as the prince is happy."

He Xiao: "Brother Song, I really feel that the prince is becoming more and more unpredictable now."

He Xiao felt that he should be the one who knew his lord the best. After all, the two of them walked out of the cold palace together. However, since they left the cold palace, especially in the past few months, his lord has really changed. It was earth-shaking.

"Master's affairs, let's not take care of them. Don't think that our prince is small, but he is a smart person, so don't worry."

He Xiao sighed: "Can you not be worried? The last time I had such a trouble with His Highness, I was scared to death."

Not to mention He Xiao, Song Sheng looked at the pictures shown to him by the system, and he felt that this little bastard Qi Yu was very courageous.

Still fucking use him as an excuse.

He Xiao: "Okay, I'm done eating, bro, eat slowly, I'm going to the study first."

Song Sheng: "What are you doing in the study?"

He Xiao cried and said with a mournful face: "My lord told me to do the bills during this time, and said he wanted you to have a good rest. Brother Song, sometimes I really feel that my lord is partial. Think about it, if I get sick, my lord will at most give I'm asking for a doctor."

Song Sheng met He Xiao's resentful eyes, coughed twice: "The prince is mainly afraid that I will infect him."

He Xiao would not believe Song Sheng's nonsense: "I don't believe it. If the prince is really afraid that you will pass it on to him, why would he stay in your room every day and stare at the imperial doctor to treat you?"

This sentence confused Song Sheng: "I don't know, you should ask the prince."

He Xiao left the side hall with a series of humming sounds.

When Song Sheng finished eating, he deliberately went to the study to take a look at He Xiao, and found that He Xiao was being trained by Qi Yu to lower his head, keeping silent, looking extremely aggrieved.

Song Sheng couldn't bear it: "My lord, let me come, you go to rest."

Qi Yu glanced at Song Sheng: "No need."

Song Sheng really couldn't ignore He Xiao's eyes asking for help: "I'll come, don't scare him."

Otherwise, when the time comes, it will be you who will suffer.

A moment of wife abuse and a moment of pleasure.

In the future, chasing his wife to the crematorium.

Boy, take care of yourself, brother is for your own good.

"Need not."

What Qi Yu dislikes the most is the way Song Sheng cares about everyone.

Even in the previous life, it was the same.

Don't look at Song Sheng's quarrel with He Xiao in his previous life, but he helped He Xiao speak in front of those old things in court.

Song Sheng this person.

Good for everyone.

But only to him, the most cruel.

Sometimes, Qi Yu even thought, isn't it the throne?Tell me well, I really... can give you anything.

Seeing Qi Yu looking at him so coldly, Song Sheng felt his back go cold. He looked sorry at He Xiao who asked him for help, and then he opened the door and fled.

After resting for several days, Song Sheng's condition finally gradually improved, even his appetite improved a lot.

Because of the delay for so long, he never went to see Zhao Xu again.

After recovering, while Qi Yu was going out, he went out of the palace to meet Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu looked at Song Sheng at the door, and heaved a sigh of relief: "I thought something happened to the young master."

Song Sheng smiled: "I'm sorry, I haven't been in good health recently, and I have been locked in the palace and haven't gone out."

Zhao Xu was a little nervous: "Are you all right now?"

It shouldn't be a minor illness to be sick for so long, right?

Song Sheng took the tea that Zhao Xu poured for him, and after saying thank you, he said in a low voice, "I read the paper you gave me, so now I'm the most suspicious person, right?"

Zhao Xu scratched his head: "That's not what I meant. I just found out, so I wrote it down for the young master. I'll see if I can find any clues for the young master."

Song Sheng smiled: "It's been so long now, you can continue to look over there, the same sentence, pay attention to safety, if you meet that group of people, don't confront them head-on, you know?"

Zhao Xu nodded: "Young master, do you know who those people are?"

Song Sheng sighed, his expression was a little dark: "I just hope it's not what I thought."

He hoped that that person wasn't Qi Lian.

When returning home from Zhao Xu, Song Sheng was on the street preparing to go back.

On the way, he was patted on the shoulder.

Song Sheng turned around.

Before he could react, someone grabbed his shoulders, and the man whispered, "Young Master Song, follow me."

Song Sheng was in a trance for a while.

In broad daylight, this is not so good, right?

But the non-negligible dagger at his waist made it impossible for him not to follow that person's direction.

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I need Master Song to follow me."

The people behind him talked a lot, and Song Sheng felt very familiar.

This person's voice is very familiar, and the tone of his speech is also very familiar, but for a while, he cannot be accurately picked out from the huge network of characters in this book.

"What are you arresting me for?"

"Don't move."

Song Sheng originally wanted the man behind to talk more, but when the man's dagger was drawn from his waist to his neck, his breathing tightened for an instant.

System: In case of emergency, the system advances a death-prevention talisman to the host, please accept it.

Song Sheng:...