Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

Song Song was quite anxious. He frowned and thought about the key points repeatedly.

Dongwei, as the guard of the city defense camp, passes through a very lively Yongchun Street from the Wangfu, where the night is as lively as the day, and there are many places where people with spare money are willing to go to have fun. Upstairs, people who can't sleep at night will go there if they are so lively.

In other words, there are not only ordinary people there, but also some dignitaries.

What if he was Li Xiao, who suddenly saw the palace was on fire when the East Guard rescued the fire, and what would happen if Li Xiao was pregnant and helpless to stay in the palace?

He will definitely gallop back to make sure Li Xiao is not injured.

So, what if you want to pass through a lively Yongchun Street?What if the son of some high-ranking official was killed just as Li Xiao was on his way back?Killing Song Song is actually very easy, but it is not easy to kill Li Xiao. If he wants to kill Li Xiao, he will definitely send dead soldiers to pretend to be ordinary people, so as to lure Li Xiao, who was anxious to come back, to kill on the road.

Song Song turned around decisively and said, "Leave the mansion and send someone to bring a fast horse over."

"You want to go out now? The city defense camp is on fire, do you know how chaotic it is outside?"

Butler Qi also looked over in astonishment.

Song Song didn't speak, Bai Yan followed him without saying a word, the assassin's sword almost pierced him several times on the way, Bai Yan pulled him to avoid it, and looked at Song Song again, but he didn't move for a moment He stopped and walked forward, his eyes were firm, and he could not see the slightest panic.

Bai Yan stood next to him and came to kill one by one. His sword was very fast, and he was obviously the top expert around Li Xiao, and his purpose was also very clear, which was to protect Song Song every step of the way.

All the way out of the palace, there was no sign of patrolling soldiers on the street, Song Song continued to walk forward, Ji Ying clung to his side like a piece of paper, rubbing against Bai Yan's protection shamelessly.

The sound of hoofbeats came from the ear, it was Steward Qi, who jumped off the horse and said, "Can you ride?"

"You can try."

He had never ridden a horse in his previous and present lives, and when he was climbing up on the horse's back, he accidentally slipped down. Seeing this, Ji Ying reached out to support him, and said, "Go by yourself?"

"Bai Yan is with me."

Of course it was impossible for Song Song to run out to die by himself, although the assassins of the palace were fighting with the guards at the moment, who knew if there would be any outside, not to mention that he was not good at equestrian skills, it would be a disaster if he was thrown off.

After receiving the order, Bai Yan got on his horse neatly and said, "Offended."

He stretched out one hand from behind Song Song, grabbed the rein of the horse, and rushed out with a grip on the horse's belly.

Just as the horse rushed out not far away, a masked man suddenly drew his sword from one side of the roof, Bai Yan blocked it with his backhand, the swords collided, and the tiger's mouth was slightly numb from the shock, he looked stunned and said: "Yes Master."

He slapped his horse's buttocks, jumped up with strength, and had to wrestle with the opponent.

Song Song hastily grasped the reins, raised his feet clumsily several times, and barely hooked the pedals. Once there were no guards around him, he couldn't help but feel nervous. At this moment, he noticed a figure falling on his Behind him, turning his head, it was Ji Ying, he said: "The white guard fought fiercely with that man, it seems that I am the only one who can barely protect you."

Song Song thanked him.

The horse rushed into Yongchun Street, Song Song hurriedly tightened the reins and stopped.Yongchun Street was brightly lit and bustling—unusually lively.

The windows on the upper floor of Wuye are wide open, and some people stick their heads out to look towards the east, and there are people downstairs who are also standing and watching, but if you observe carefully, you will find that some people, while immersing themselves in the bustle, are frequently walking towards the east. Looking at the end of the street, it seems that they are waiting for something with one mind and two purposes.

Ji Ying probably also felt that standing on horseback was too high-profile, so he sat down behind him and said, "It seems that you don't have to worry."

Song Song stretched out his hand and pushed him off the horse. Just as Ji Ying was about to say something, he got off the horse himself. Song Song put on the cloak and hat, and said, "Let's go over and find His Highness first."

Ji Ying weighed it up. It is not known whether the white guard will win or lose in the fight with the master, and the assassins in the palace are not cleared. For Song Song, it is true that he must first find his husband before he has a backbone.

I had no choice but to say: "Okay."

Song Song abandoned the overly conspicuous horse, stepped up and blended into the lively street, while quietly observing the people around him, he crossed over as quickly as possible.

Ji Ying followed him, also paying attention to the people on the side, and whispered: "Do you think there is something unusual here?"

Song Songdao: "It's just a guess."

But it was strange that the fire in the palace was still burning, but Li Xiao hadn't been seen yet. Song Song could only speculate that he was being entangled by someone.

Away from the lively crowd, Song Song immediately ran towards Dongweiying. Ji Ying frowned, and continued to follow him tremblingly, saying: "Run slower, be careful of the child."

As soon as these words came out, Song Song's footsteps involuntarily slowed down for a moment, but then, his worry about Li Xiao made him quicken his pace again, and he walked out of the lively Yongchun Street, and walked a little further. Arrived at Dongwei camp, but at this moment, a few men in black came out again, Ji Ying was taken aback, pulled him to hide, and moved lightly at the same time, he floated like a weak willow supporting the wind, his lightness skill is amazing , but his martial arts attainments are obviously not deep.

The two were quickly forced to retreat, and it seemed that there was no way to retreat, when there was a rush of horseshoes.

A figure was holding a long blood-stained knife, with a murderous aura like a storm, staring at the burning direction of the palace, walking all the way.

"Your Highness!!"

Although it was late at night and he hadn't seen the other person's face clearly, Song Song had already recognized him from his riding posture.

He was standing on the street of Yongchun, when he saw the man flying up, he rushed towards him like a wolf.

Song Song stood still, his heart calmed down because the distance between Li Xiao and Li Xiao was gradually approaching, he was relieved, his arm was pulled by Ji Ying again, but the long knife brushing against his ear still gave him a chill on his neck, He turned sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Xiao's figure speeding up, his long knife raised high, and the bright red blood splashed on the snow-white cloak like ink.

His heart was beating as fast as a drum, and his brain felt stuffy for a while. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck, which was a little wet. He was a little dazed, thinking that he was going to die.

"Song'er!" Holding his neck with one hand, Li Xiao's eyes were tearing apart: "Song'er, how are you?"

"I..." Just as Song Song was about to speak, Ji Ying said, "It's a skin scratch, it's not a serious problem, don't cover it, if you press harder on his artery, you will really break his arteries."

Li Xiao immediately let go, and Song Song was also a little embarrassed. Li Xiao took out a silk handkerchief and pressed it on his neck, and repeatedly confirmed with him: "How is it, does it hurt?"

Song Song shook his head, while Ji Ying rolled his eyes and said, "It's all bleeding, how could it not hurt."

Li Xiao ignored him, he reached out to touch Song Song's head, and said in a low voice, "Why did you come out?"

"I'm worried about you."

If Li Xiao, who was in that state just now, hadn't happened to see Song Song, once he entered Yongchun Street, he might have killed a bloody road.

"What about you?" Song Song looked him up and down, worried: "Did you get hurt?"

"Never."

Song Song completely let go of his heart, smiled relaxedly, and then lost consciousness as soon as his body softened.

When he woke up again, he had already returned to the palace, and the wound on his neck had been treated carefully, but his abdomen was slightly uncomfortable.

There was no one in the room, not even Li Xiao. He closed his eyes again and rested for a while, pressing his palms on his abdomen and stroking gently.

The heavy curtain was lifted suddenly, Li Xiao walked in, Song Song opened his eyes, and said, "Are you awake? How are you?"

Song Song wanted to say it was good, but the cold pain in his abdomen made his smile unnatural. Everything he experienced last night came back to his mind, and his eye circles were slightly red: "I... my stomach hurts."

Li Xiao immediately went out to call Ji Ying, but after a while, an imperial doctor came, and after examining Song Song, he said, "It's because of some fetal gas, the next official will prescribe some prescriptions, and then we need to rest well. "

Song Song was a little at a loss: "Move, move the fetal gas... what will happen?"

"As long as the concubine takes a good rest, it's fine." The old doctor was very kind, and after comforting Song Song, he wrote down a prescription, and Li Xiao ordered someone to send him away, and then handed the prescription to Steward Qi: "You watch the medicine yourself. "

Steward Qi hurried to do it, Li Xiao sat beside him, stretched his warm palms from under the quilt to hold his abdomen, and said, "Is this better?"

The belly was warm, Song Song nodded and asked, "How is Bai Yan?"

"He was injured a little bit. Ji Ying saw it last night, and he's fine."

"What happened to Ji Ying?"

"He has a fever." Li Xiao said: "He has cold poison in his body, and he is extremely afraid of the cold. He suddenly caught fire last night, and when he got up in a hurry, he froze."

Song Song put his heart down, put his hand on the back of Li Xiao's hand, and asked: "What happened yesterday, does your Highness have any idea?"

"It's very strange." Li Xiao said: "Yesterday, the Dongwei camp was on fire, but Yongchun Street was still lively and brightly lit, which is very strange."

It is indeed strange that ordinary people who have been shrunken by some incidents in the past are still very comfortable when there are so many officers and soldiers going back and forth on Yongchun Street yesterday.

Song Song immediately told him his conjecture: "Could it be the queen again? Last time she wanted you to kill someone in the Tianzi Tower, this time it seems to be the same idea."

"Father has her eyes on her. She doesn't have time to plan these things now. What's more, I couldn't get back to the palace in time yesterday because someone killed Fu Zhao when the East Guard camp was flooded. At that time, the East Guard camp was in chaos. Some people suspected that I killed it, and I couldn't get away for a while."

At that time, Fu Zhao changed the brand name given to Qin Zhihe by the empress, which caused Qin Ning to lose his official position and made it difficult for the empress to resign, so the person who killed Fu Zhao this time should be the empress.

And if the queen really tried her best to get Li Xiao to kill on Yongchun Street, she wouldn't take advantage of the chaos to take Fu Zhao's life, because she had to ensure that Li Xiao walked into Yongchun Street smoothly.

"So, yesterday the East Guard Camp was on fire, the palace was on fire, and I was assassinated... and someone else? And maybe the Empress sent someone to kill Fu Zhao temporarily after the East Guard Camp was flooded?"

"Exactly."

"Then let's say, the queen helped His Highness by mistake this time." If the queen didn't send someone to kill Fu Zhao, no one would suspect that it was Li Xiao who did it. If it wasn't because of the delay, Maybe when Song Song rushed over from the palace, Li Xiao had already killed those 'common people' who had been arranged in the morning on Yongchun Street.

Song Song's mind was a little confused: "Someone followed the Queen's method and wanted to kill you, and...there were so many 'people' on Yongchun Street last night, this person is really a big hand, who else in Kyoto can do this ?”

"The people who fought against Bai Yan yesterday, although they used swords, their moves were quite heavy, as if they were used to using knives. Most of our officers and soldiers wear swords, and Jinren are good at knives."

Song Song was stunned: "Your Highness means... the Jin people did it?"

If it was a country, yesterday's assassination operation would have made it clear.No matter how stupid the queen is, it is impossible to use one strategy twice, but others can, and what happened yesterday, if Song Song was successfully killed, Li Xiao, the god of killing, would be useless. Possibly grieved too much.Even if it is not successful, combined with the failure of the Tianzi Tower to stimulate Li Xiao, the Queen can also help take the blame.

That person must be very clear about the competition between Li Xiao and the queen, knowing that no matter who loses, he can reap the benefits.

Song Song puffed up his cheeks, went through the matter in his head in a blink of an eye, let out a breath slowly, looked at the top of the bed in a daze, and said:

"What should I do, Mr. Xiang, I'm so scared."

Li Xiao; "..."

His hand on Song Song's abdomen trembled slightly, and he leaned towards him: "Say it again."

Song Songdao: "I'm a little scared."

"That's not it."

Song Songdao: "Why, what should I do?"

"..." Li Xiao squinted at him, Song Song turned his eyes away, he gently pressed his abdomen, and heard him say: "Pretend again, I'm messing with you."

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