The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 3 His Highness King Xuan

Chapter 3

The next day.

Xue Qingyin lay in bed pretending to be sick.

Trying to get to the bottom of it.

He Songning came after hearing the sound.

"Are you sick again?" he asked in a deep tone.

Xue Qingyin covered her head, looking like a cocoon.

She responded in a muffled voice: "Ah."

"It can be seen that the doctors hired by the government are all fake." He Songning said unhappily, "We should hire an imperial doctor."

The maid sighed: "How can you invite the imperial doctor? Unless I personally go to your majesty to ask for it. But after hearing this, I am afraid that I will blame the girl for being coquettish."

He Songning said calmly: "The King of Wei is deeply favored by His Majesty, and there is an imperial doctor in the palace. I have some friendship with the King of Wei. If I can make Qing Yin's illness disappear, what's the problem if I shamelessly wear Qing Yin and visit the Palace of Wei?"

Xue Qingyin: "..."

Everyone has to meet the King of Wei, right?

You have to pull this pimp, right?

"Young Master actually has friendship with King Wei?" the maid said in surprise, "Young Master is so powerful. Let's go quickly..."

Xue Qingyin got out from under the quilt.

Her soft hair was crowded and messy. It's just that she was born beautiful, and her appearance only makes her cute.

"There are many rules in the palace. I don't want to go."

"How are you doing?"

"Since eldest brother has friendship with King Wei, can't he let the imperial doctor come to the house?"

He Songning paused.

She really dared to mention it.

Do you think you are so proud?

He Songning was not angry and just said: "The King of Wei is a good talker. Why don't you go and tell him in person? He will agree."

Just say he's a big pervert.

Xue Qingyin secretly pouted.

But there was still a look of confusion on her face, and she replied: "Okay, I will listen to my brother."

"Can you get out of bed then?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head: "I want my eldest brother to carry me."

He Songning looked at her, smiled, and said, "You are such an adult, what do you look like?"

After that, he ordered someone to carry a soft sedan and carried Xue Qingyin out from the inner courtyard.

As expected of the original male protagonist.

Not willing to take any loss.

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips, but a soft sedan would do.

In the end, He Songning took Xue Qingyin to the poetry meeting.

"You are always bored in the house, and you are always hiding your faults even when you have no faults. Why don't you go out more often and play with the girls from different families?" He Songning said.

Xue Qingyin said nothing.

She didn't believe he didn't know.

Yuan Shen's reputation in the capital is not very good... Yuan Shen likes to wear gold, silver, and jewels, and she has to maintain a high profile wherever she goes. Girls from other families are always overwhelmed by her, which almost annoys her to death.

If the original person is smart and emotionally intelligent, then forget it. Unfortunately, she is not good at poetry, chess, and chess, and she can't even chat with others.

To put it simply - no one wants to play with her.

Because of this, the original person cried several times at home.

But for Xue Qingyin, it’s wonderful!

You don’t have to deal with other people, you can just stay at home and enjoy yourself, you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and you don’t have to call 996. When you get tired of playing, you fall asleep, and you don’t have to look at other people’s faces. It’s really great!

"Why don't you speak? Are you angry?" He Songning's voice sounded again, "I know you don't look down on those noble ladies..."

Xue Qingyin thought to herself, I never said this.

What a big pot.

"Are you happy that I will take you to meet some powerful friends today?" He Songning asked.

Xue Qingyin still looked languid and said: "Where is there anyone more powerful than you?"

Although He Songning hated Xue Qingyin's various ways, even her obsessive love was a burden to him.

But Xue Qingyin's words spoke to his heart.

He Songning is ambitious and certainly thinks he is no worse than others.

"Much better than me." He Songning said.

Hypocrisy or not?

Xue Qingyin clicked her tongue in her heart.

While they were talking, they had already arrived at the poetry meeting.

He Songning paused: "...King Xuan? Why is he here too?"

King Xuan.

This man doesn't get much attention in the early part of the book.

It is only said that he has been fighting in the field all year round. He has a large number of troops, is cold and cruel, and has a weird temperament. The courtiers are afraid of him and the noble ladies in the capital admire him.

At this time, He Songning's biggest enemy was only King Wei.

Because King Xuan did not fight for power.

However, in the later plot, it was suddenly revealed that he was not the biological son of the old emperor. Instead, this man began to compete for the throne and became the biggest villain.

Xue Qingyin only saw this, but has not finished reading the rest.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but lift the sedan curtain out of curiosity.

"Which one is King Xuan?" she asked.

"That one." He Songning pointed.

Xue Qingyin looked over.

The man is tall, wearing dark green robes, an amber crown on his head, and a long sword hanging from his waist. The strong momentum cannot be offended.

He was surrounded by everyone, and everyone around him bowed to him, not daring to raise his head easily.

King Xuan seemed to realize something and suddenly looked back.

Xue Qingyin's breathing was suffocated, a chill suddenly climbed up her back, and her whole body shrank back unconsciously.

King Xuan... is very good-looking.

His nose is high and his eyebrows are deep.

When he lowered his head, his long eyebrows were not as evil as He Songning's, but instead had a strong evil aura.

Xue Qingyin didn't dare to look at her, so she quickly looked away.

Her eyes fell on the tie around his waist.

The black and gold crotch belt is lightly tied to make the waist narrower and the shoulders wider.

At that moment, Xue Qingyin inexplicably felt that the straight waist under the robe must be extremely powerful... ahem.

This can't be imagined.

Xue Qingyin raised her face and saw that King Xuan was still looking at this side.

She didn't know what expression to make, so she simply winked at him.

He Songning's voice sounded again: "His Royal Highness King Wei is here too."

Xue Qingyin thought, don't pretend, you obviously know that the poetry meeting is organized by King Wei.

"Get down." He Songning said, "Qingyin, it's time to pay respect to King Wei and King Xuan."

Xue Qingyin slowly got off the sedan chair.

Then she looked at King Wei again.

King Wei had already walked in front of King Xuan.

He was wearing moon-white clothes, a jade crown on his head, and rings and pendants on his waist jingled. Dressed like a scholar, his behavior was well-behaved.

Surrounded by the crowd, he greeted King Xuan and said, "Brother."

King Xuan did not help him, but only said, "Yes."

King Wei had a handsome face, a clear mind, and a first-class good appearance.

But standing beside King Xuan...

King Xuan was half a head taller than him, with a majestic aura, and a sense of dignity without anger.

King Wei was made to look a little thin, and immediately felt inferior.

Xue Qingyin followed He Songning's side and saluted vaguely, and then everyone walked into the garden.

The garden had already set up a table, and there was also the scenery of winding water flowing wine.

I guess those who can't write poems will have to drink in a while!

Whether it is the original body or the current Xue Qingyin, they know nothing about these things.

She started to have a headache before the poetry meeting started.

He Songning saw that she was silent for a rare time, so he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Xue Qingyin met his eyes and realized that He Songning was looking at her again.

This man is too suspicious.

Xue Qingyin uttered two words: "Tired."

Tired now?

He Songning frowned, but thinking that she had been sick before, it made sense.

Xue Qingyin pointed to a pavilion: "I want to sit there."

"Don't you want to see the King of Wei? Qingyin doesn't want the imperial doctor?"

"There are so many people surrounding the King of Wei, why go to join in the fun? We'll talk about it another day."

He Songning knew that she was delicate and impatient, so he frowned, but didn't say anything else. After all, it was enough that people came.

In the current Xue family, father Xue Chengdong and He Songning are of the same mind.

Xue Qingyin didn't want He Songning to notice something strange, and asked these two "father and son" to treat them as monsters and burn her to death.

For now, she had to pretend.

Xue Qingyin yawned lazily, with two tears in the corners of her eyes.

Like a lotus about to bloom.

She said in a tender voice: "Brother, come with me."

He Songning raised his hand to hook the hair beside her ear, but his eyes were cold: "Qingyin, have you forgotten what I said to you?"

Xue Qingyin pouted.

Damn it, how could I remember.