Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

Song Yan suddenly stepped in front of him, and his figure appeared in front of the ice coffin in an instant.How could Huan Lin be willing to lag behind, and hurried over, but Song Yan was already one step ahead of him, holding the person in the ice coffin and half sitting up.

The man was wearing a red robe, his jet-black hair fell down, and his small white face was looming. Although he was lifeless, he had a strange sense of beauty.

But anyway, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

Huan Lin stared at that face, wishing to make a hole in that face.It's been five years since I saw him, but that person's face is still deeply engraved in his heart, and I'm afraid he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

not him.

It's better if it's not him.

Huan Lin didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.The slightly trembling hands finally returned to normal, and the eyes darkened.

"Since your Majesty has already seen it, please let my wife rest in peace." After Song Yan finished speaking, he stood in front of the man, completely blocking Huan Lin's sight.

"Your Madam is really magnificent, it's because I'm being rude." Huan Lin was anxious and fearful just now, so he acted recklessly, and did not hesitate to conflict with Song Yan.But now that he has calmed down, he has the heart to deal with him.As long as the matter does not involve Xie Zhan, he can be a calm king.

"The minister's wife is naturally unparalleled in this world." There was a smile on the corner of Song Yan's mouth, a little proud and a little spoiled.

Huan Lin was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but want to look behind him.Song Yan blocked it firmly, only a red corner of his clothes was exposed.

"I don't know where Mrs. Song is from, what is her name and surname, I want to order Qin Tianjian to draw up a title for Mrs. Zun." Huan Lin said.

"My wife was born in a humble family, and her name is insignificant. Your Majesty does not need to worry about it. My wife has passed away for a long time, and I may hurt your Majesty's dragon spirit. Please leave first." Song Yan said.

The more he conceals, the more inside information he has. Huan Lin never thought that Song Yan actually had a wife, but if he had a wife, why would he be so impressed by He Jin?Huan Lin couldn't help but think of the woman's eyebrows and eyes just now, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, He Jin's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to this woman!

He seemed to have a shocking secret. He didn't expect to find out anything from Song Yan's words. This time was enough. Huan Lin turned and left, but when he reached the entrance of the secret room, he turned his head and took a look. , just in time to see Song Yan put her back into the ice coffin, her white and stiff hand flashed away in front of him.

Huan Lin thought about another matter, and hurried away without thinking too much.

"A Yan, your skills are not unfamiliar at all, you really draw this kid like a lady." He Yong praised.

After a while, He Yong said angrily again: "Ah Yan, he's gone too far. It's obvious that he doesn't pay attention to you when he breaks in like this! It's said that the emperor is ruthless, and it's really like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!"

Song Yan ignored his words, but arranged the person in the ice coffin, and then gently stroked his face, as if stroking a delicate handicraft. It was obviously a biting cold touch, but he was reluctant to let go.

He Yong looked at him, and the uneasiness in his heart rose again: "A Yan, what should we do now?"

"I'm going to take him home."

He Yong was startled suddenly: "A Yan, this is impossible, he is already dead, if there is no ice coffin, he will rot soon."

"Then take it back with the ice coffin."

He Yong still wanted to refute, but Song Yan said, "I'll take care of this matter, you don't have to worry about it."

He Yong didn't dare to talk anymore, looking at Song Yan's obsessed eyes, although it wasn't envy, it aggravated his uneasiness.After leaving Anle Temple, he hurried into the palace.

Compared to the last time he came, Xianyang Hall was much quieter. The queen was wearing casual clothes, and looked much lighter. At this time, she was sitting in the palace and cutting branches, showing her fair neck, with a calm expression on her face.

Seeing her like this, He Yong became even angrier, quickly waved his servants away, and said anxiously: "Ah Jin, why do you still have the heart to prune branches here?"

"It's all about self-cultivation." The queen said lightly.

"It's time to cultivate your body and mind, and you can't keep your head!" He Yong said.

The queen finally raised her eyebrows, looked at him and said, "Brother, it's true that I fell out of favor, why did you lose your head?"

He Yong looked at her pure eyebrows, sighed and said: "A Jin, if you were asked to choose again, would you choose A Yan or Your Majesty?"

"Brother, what you said is outrageous."

"Ah Jin, there are only two of us in this room."

"Song Erlang has something in his heart. He likes me, but he doesn't really like me. In this case, I will choose the one I like, and I can be the queen. Why not?"

"Then are you happy at this moment?"

The scissors in the queen's hand cut off the rhizome, and the expression on her face was momentarily blank: "So what if I'm not happy? It's just my choice. What's the matter with my life that brother just said?"

"The emperor suspects us." He Yong said, "He chased him to Anle Temple today, and almost found the man dead."

The Queen's hands trembled: "As long as Song Erlang is here, nothing will happen."

Hearing this, He Yong couldn't help sighing again: "If it's like before, I'm not afraid. You and I both know A Yan's ability. But the bad thing is that A Yan may not be with you and me. One mind."

The queen's complexion suddenly changed, and her voice was a little dry: "Brother, what is the meaning of this? Song Erlang, how could he?"

"It's not that slut. Ah Yan saw his corpse. Although he didn't look like Ah Yan's dead wife, but if you draw it, it looks exactly the same. Now Ah Yan has carried the dead man to his own house." He Yong road.

"It's him again..."

"Ajin, the dead are always inferior to the living. The dead can't speak, fight, or rob. You should call Ah Yan into the palace to speak."

"The purpose of my relationship with him is to prevent His Majesty from feeling jealous."

"Ah Jin, don't think about that person anymore at this moment! He married you because..." He Yong almost blurted out the last words, but swallowed them again quickly.

He married you for the throne.

"Brother, I know, I have my own calculations in my heart." He Jin said, the expression on his face became firm.

In the Tai Chi Hall, the letters on the emperor's table were already at arm's length.

Huan Lin opened each one and read them one by one, and Song Yan's past was completely presented in front of him.

He always felt that something was wrong, but according to the investigation results, Song Yan did have a wife.The woman married into Song's family for two years, then suddenly left without a sound, leaving no son or half daughter for him.And Song Yan and that woman were indeed very affectionate, and they found many strange things for her, just to make her smile.

It's just that the woman has been dead for five years, and Song Yan is fighting all over the world. Could it be that he has always brought the woman's body with him?For so many years, Song Yan has never brought any big items from his hometown in Yizhou.

This thing is still a little bit weird.

"Your Majesty, in the past few days, Song Yan has stayed in the mansion and has never gone out. The empress has been to the Song mansion." Lu Qingtong said.

The latter sentence, involving the inner house, is still somewhat taboo, but the emperor doesn't seem to care.

"The prisoner's whereabouts seem to be broken again."

Huan Lin wanted to say something, but a scene flashed in his mind.That day in the secret passage, he suddenly turned his head and saw that arm... There was a red mole on the inner side of the wrist!

——Azhan, are you a birthmark?Birthmark born in this place, but blessed. "

——"What kind of luck?"

—— "For example, wearing a gold bracelet, or being Mrs. Huan."

Huan Lin's face suddenly changed, and he stood there in a daze, with an inexplicable and heavy sadness on his body.

Lu Qingtong felt the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed, he wanted to speak, but when he saw the emperor's face, all those words stuck in his throat.

"Resignation, sir." After Lu Qingtong finished speaking, he immediately withdrew.

Lu Qingtong stood at the entrance of the main hall, the sun shone on him, but the coldness did not recede.

He had never seen the emperor like this, his face was already distorted, as if... as if he might cry the next moment.

Standing there, Lu Qingtong suddenly heard depressive roars coming from the hall behind him, like wild beasts.