Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Just a simple sentence.

070 Hunger strike, portraits, threatening letters (1)

Xia Zhi's prince You, Su Jiang, is getting married.

For this news, Song Jing really didn't want to spread it widely.

Because the other half of the news is him, if you want to go out smoothly in the future, if you don't want to cause a lot of trouble, it's better to get married secretly, secretly and unknown.

Su Jiang felt a little guilty. Originally, it was a grievance for Song Jing that a man married a man. There was also a little-known secret marriage, which was really not taken seriously enough.

Song Jing squinted her eyes and asked him to think about how many people would commit suicide if the news was announced. Su Jiang smiled helplessly and agreed to Song Jing's proposal—everyone should celebrate internally, red tape or something ,never mind.

The snake and scorpion team is very busy inside, and the gift list from the emperor is also very objective.

Song Jing was in a very calm mood. When others were busy with him, she accompanied Su Jiang to enjoy wine tasting leisurely every day, like a fairy.

In this way, plain and light, but very flavorful.

If there is a person who can make the mind leisurely and quiet, and can calm down from the turbulent waves in an instant, then we are willing to accept it if we are together.

For Song Jing, Su Jiang is such a person.

When Su Jiang is by her side, it seems that all worries and worries become easier, her heart is warm and full, and she can think in her heart—ah, this is life.

Song Jing propped her chin and sat under the tree in the courtyard.

It was sunny again, and even breathing became much easier.

Su Jiang's combination of North and South moved from Youwang's Mansion to Jingshangchen Tower, and is still preparing.So now he suddenly has nothing to do, the feeling of stealing half a day's leisure.

Just when he was enjoying himself, he was awakened by a startling sound——

"Xiaojing, Xiaojing, it's not good."

Song Jing raised her eyebrows, and looked at the person with a half-smile: "Lou Lanci, I have something to do with Huangfu, I don't have time to talk to you."

Lou Lanci was startled, and when he realized that he had already floated far away, Lou Lanci immediately followed, babbling: "Little wolf has not eaten all the time. At first I thought it was because he was in poor health and couldn't eat. But all this It’s the fourth day, no matter how much everyone persuades him, it’s useless.”

four days?

Four days is nothing to a monk, but the little wolf's memory has not recovered, and his strength is also very weak, at most he can last a few days longer than ordinary people.

It is now four days, but if this trend continues, it may be five days, ten days, a month or even longer.

Song Jing was secretly annoyed, he was clearly considered a man on the verge of death, why would he still toss himself so childishly?Such a good little wolf, how did he start to learn to be awkward?

Because he was anxious, he soon came to the door of the little wolf.

Miss Mei who was guarding the door looked helplessly at Song Jing who arrived: "Master, I have tried my best."

Song Jing reached out to push the door, but found that the door was locked from the inside, and couldn't help but glance at Miss Mei: "You can't even get in?"

Miss Mei was very helpless: "There are too many people to persuade, so Xiaolang just locked the door."

"I'm not happy to kick him away?" Song Jing snorted softly, "Is it awkward to stick to him like this?"

Lou Lanci said sullenly: "Everyone dotes on little wolf, Xiaojing, it's not like you don't know."

"Then do you know why he doesn't eat?" Song Jing pushed the door hard, and it was locked tightly.

Miss Mei was stunned for a moment, her tone suddenly became strange, and she looked at Song Jing with strange eyes: "Young Master, don't you know?"

Song Jing was surprised: "Why would I know?"

"This..." Miss Mei chuckled, took a small step back, and pointed at the door, "The young master should ask Little Wolf himself."

Song Jing felt that the color in Miss Mei's eyes was very strange, and everyone who watched it felt cold.

After clearing his mind, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Little wolf, I'm Song Jing, open the door."

After waiting for a while, the room was quiet and there was no response.

Miss Mei looked at Song Jing with "that's it" eyes and smiled happily.

Song Jing frowned, and simply kicked the door——

"Kuang choke—" a sound——

The door was suddenly kicked open, Song Jing put her legs back and stood still, calmly, left a sentence of "You do what you want" to Miss Mei and the others, and walked in.

"Whatever you want?" Lou Lanci tilted his head and was about to follow.

Miss Mei grabbed him and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm also worried about Little Wolf. Of course I went in to see him, and teach him about not opening the door for me." Lou Lanci said with a look of course.

Miss Mei grabbed his wrist and walked out: "Why are you going in to join in the fun? What you mean is to let us leave, understand?"

Lou Lanci looked puzzled, and followed Miss Mei to leave, thinking about what to do next.

Song Jing walked into the room and saw the little wolf sitting on the bed, his face was sickly white, and the silver-white flame imprint on his forehead became more majestic and dignified, like a group of burning flames, with great momentum.

With his eyes open, he quietly looked at the layer of embroidered quilt covering his body. Even when he heard a loud noise from the door, he didn't raise his eyes to take a look.

"Little wolf, you..." Song Jing discovered for the first time how difficult it is to speak up with a cheeky face and speak on her own when being completely ignored by others.

But he still spoke with difficulty: "You...why don't you eat?"

The little wolf didn't even move his posture, he quietly looked down at the quilt, if it wasn't for his blinking eyes, Song Jing almost felt that he was falling asleep.

continue to be ignored.

When being treated as non-existent, Song Jing really didn't know what to say or what to do, and seemed at a loss, because to the little wolf, he was just air and did not exist.

Generally, he is the only one who ignores others coldly, and when has he been so indifferently ignored?

Song Jing frowned, turned and left.He planned to take the food directly and pour it into the little wolf, and no matter how he resisted, he just took action.

tell you to ignore me.Song Jing gritted her teeth, little wolf, you really can do it.

"Are you going to marry?" Just as Song Jing was about to walk out of the room, the little wolf behind him finally spoke.

Song Jing was choked by the word "marry" and was taken aback for a moment before turning around and saying, "I just live with one person."

The little wolf gave a faint "oh" and stopped talking.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Jing took this opportunity to ask again.

"It's just that I don't have an appetite." The little wolf's voice couldn't hear the ups and downs, "I'm going to rest, and the food will be delivered after I wake up."

"En." Song Jing touched his nose, it was really hard to figure out a child's temper, and when he walked out of the room, he suddenly felt a sense of despondency.

Very guilty, very lack of momentum feeling.

071-1 Hunger strike, portraits, threatening letters (2)

Because of the sudden guilt feeling towards this little wolf, Song Jing couldn't tell the truth and let the little wolf eat well.

With such a disregarding attitude, how does it feel that the one who made the mistake is like himself?

Song Jing walked towards the kitchen, hoping that when she went again later, the little wolf's temper would recover.

"Captain, someone brought you something." Song Jing had just passed the corner when a gorgeous and lazy voice dragged on and sounded from the corridor.

"Who?" Song Jing stopped.

A thin roll of silk was held between Huangfu Gange's slender and slender fingers, and the silk was full of crimson, which looked pleasing to the eye, blurred and elegant.

"A member of the Yaoyue Sect." Huangfu loosened his finger, and the silk floated smoothly in front of Song Jing, "Only you can open it and have a look. The note said it was a wedding gift."

"A note?"

"I found it on the bedroom table in the morning. A note and a roll of silk." Huangfu Gange's beautiful eyes were somewhat complicated and mocking, "I don't even know who put it there. If that person wants to kill me, I'm afraid it will be easy."

The implication is that that person doesn't bother to kill him at all.

In other words, his Huangfu fight was not noticed by that person at all.I ignored it because I thought it was harmless.

"Where's the note?" Song Jing looked at him, as if he was only holding silk in his hand.

Huangfu's eyebrows twitched, and he said in a very calm tone: "If you are not careful, it will be broken."

It's not just broken, is it?Perhaps the note has been shattered.

Song Jing felt a little sympathetic to Huangfu. He had just endured this kind of ignorance from Little Wolf, and it felt very... annoying.

Huangfu gritted his teeth calmly, and said calmly: "Captain, why don't you open it and take a look?"

Song Jing looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly realized that he wanted to see who was directly me, Huangfu really held a grudge.

Huangfu became angry from embarrassment when he stared at him suddenly, but he had to calmly and elegantly smile: "I am also very interested in the congratulatory gift from Yaoyue Sect."

Song Jing nodded indifferently, let Huangfu try to be brave, anyway, just ignoring this point is enough for him to be angry for several days.

The silk is extremely light in the hand, if it is not for the cold and smooth touch, it would be as if there is nothing in the hand.

The plain white silk was full of rich crimson, Song Jing looked at such a beautiful red color, and already knew in his heart that this thing should be Shu Jinxiu from Yaoyue Sect.

Huangfu Gange watched Song Jing gently pull away the silk with his fingertips, his eyes suddenly froze on it, and then his face was dull, and then flushed instantly, serious oh resentment, in just a short moment, he had already changed several expressions, In the end, he came back to his senses and returned to peace.

"What's on the painting?" Huangfu looked at Song Jing's unhappy face, as silent as stagnant water, and his heart