shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 16 Asylum
"Your Majesty ordered Xuan Wang to return to Beijing?"

Song Qing'an almost thought he heard it wrong, so he asked again in disbelief.

"It's true."

Song Qingan closed his eyes and suppressed his irritability.

"It's nothing... I think if he just returned to Beijing, he will be closely monitored, and there will be no troubles for the time being."

She casually picked up a pearl hairpin and looked it up at the light, murmuring as if comforting herself: "For brother... there is still some time."

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the hall, Zhu Yan went to open the door, and saw a young eunuch who was unfamiliar.

"The slave is Ning Shuiyuan Yanxi, and I will pass it on to Aunt Lao Zhuyan."

Seeing that the clothes of the visitor are different from those of the maids outside, Yanxi felt a little more confident in his heart, and his words were even more polite.

Zhuyan raised her eyebrows and directly led Yanxi in.

The princess had previously ordered that as long as someone from Ning Shuiyuan came, there was no need to pass it on.

"Nu Yanxi, I have seen the princess."

"Get up." Song Qing'an took a look, Yanxi and He Nian seemed to be about the same age, but Yanxi looked calmer.

"You and He Nian are..."

"Reporting to the princess, He Nian is Nu's younger brother."

Song Qing'an understood, but the faces of the two were somewhat similar.

"Princess, Lord Palm Print, please come over tonight." Yanxi was afraid that Song Qing'an would ask more questions, so he hurriedly stated the purpose of his trip.

"understood."

Song Qingan glanced at Yanxi with a half-smile and told him to back down.

"How do you see him?"

"My maid feels that Yanxi is more stable than New Year's greetings."

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes, noncommittal: "What kind of family do you think sent both boys into the palace?"

Most of the eunuchs in the palace came from poor families, and their lives were really hard to survive, so parents would send their young children to the palace in exchange for a few taels of silver.Thinking of this level, Zhu Yan also felt a little sad.

He Nian and Yan Xi looked like they were only in their teens, and they were already working beside Pei Qing.Excluding the time spent cultivating these two people, their age when they entered the palace would only be younger.

Song Qing'an thought of something else, such as... Pei Qing.

Why did he enter the palace?

Thinking of Pei Qing's face, Song Qing'an became even more puzzled.

Such a good appearance...it doesn't look like he came from an ordinary family, let alone his daily manners, he doesn't look like an eunuch.

However, no matter what his background is... he still entered the palace after all.

Song Qing'an grew up in the deep palace since he was a child, so he has naturally heard about those dirty things.Whenever a young eunuch with a slightly more handsome face enters the palace for the first time, he will definitely be honed by the old eunuch.

Not to mention Pei Qing's monster-like appearance... Song Qing'an felt startled after thinking about it for a while.

Forget it, what to do with these things.

Song Qing'an's brows moved slightly, and he threw out these thoughts.

"Zhuyan, let the small kitchen prepare it." Song Qing'an smiled and looked at it with great interest, "I want to make some pastries."
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Surrounded by three thousand palaces at night, Song Qingan went to Ningshuiyuan like the previous few times.

For Pei Qing these few days are very leisurely.In the study, he was sitting in front of the desk in a snow suit, his black hair was simply tied up, like an exiled immortal.

When Song Qing'an pushed the door and entered, he closed the letter in his hand and looked up.

Pei Qing squinted unconsciously, did he feel wrong... Why did the princess look at him with a hint of sympathy?
"The princess has brought wine again, can we share the reward with our family?"

He caught a glimpse of the food box in Song Qingan's hand.Pei Qing teased aloud, apparently still remembering the last time she poured three cups.

Song Qing'an's dimples turned red, and he recalled his loss of composure that day: "I made some cloud cakes and gave them to Pei Zhangyin."

As he spoke, Song Qing'an opened the food box and took out the porcelain plate containing the pastries.Yunpian cake is moderately thick, white as jade snow, with a little bit of red on it.

"The plum blossoms were in full bloom a few days ago. I picked some petals and dried them. Today I added them to the cloud cake."

Song Qing'an still had some confidence in her craft. When Concubine Shu was still around, she liked to follow suit, and as time went by, practice made perfect.

"It's fine for the princess to leave it alone. Our family invites the princess over today, because we have other things to do."

With that said, Pei Qing pointed to the inkstone at hand: "There is also Princess Lao, who will grind the ink for our family."

Song Qing'an glanced at it, not knowing what Pei Qing wanted to do, so he obeyed first.

There happened to be water-red embroidery patterns on her cuffs, and the sleeves swayed slightly with Song Qingan's movements, and the fragrance in the sleeves escaped.

Pei Qing opened the letter again and looked at it, ignoring the people beside her.While grinding the ink, Song Qing'an was distracted to peek at Pei Qing.

From the long and straight eyelashes, to the tall nose bridge, to the sharp jaw line.At this time, Pei Qing's eyes were half down, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. In addition, his complexion was pale, and he looked a little fragile for no reason.

"Even if the princess admires our family, she doesn't have to stare at our family like this."

The corners of Pei Qing's lips curled up slightly, and she didn't even raise her eyes, but she had already noticed Song Qing'an's gaze.

Speech, what fragility!
Song Qing'an immediately withdrew his gaze, and the speed of rubbing the ink was faintly accelerated.It seemed that what was in his hand was not a mill, but Pei Qing's head.

After a while, Pei Qing guessed that it was almost done, so she told Song Qingan to stop.

Song Qing'an thought that Pei Qing was going to draw something again, so she put her hand in front of her body unconsciously.But Pei Qing said: "Princess, please write to our family the poem I made during the snow feast."

Ok?
Song Qing'an was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head to look at Pei Qing.

But he saw that his lacquered eyes were deep, like a whirlpool: "That day our family wondered why the princess didn't want to write by herself."

The cold and handsome face slowly bent down, and the tips of their noses almost touched, Pei Qing said slowly: "So I asked the princess to help our family. If the princess is really in trouble, our family will help."

Song Qing'an rarely avoided Pei Qing's sight in a panic, and turned around to walk around him.

"Pei's palm print has already said so, I will write it myself."

Song Qing'an took a pen with a calm expression on his face.The brush was soaked in the ink, she took a deep breath, and swiped to write.

This full of posture made Pei Qing a little interested.After Song Qing'an finished writing, he moved closer to have a look.

Pei Qing: ...

There was a weird silence in the study, Song Qing'an couldn't bear to look at the writing on the paper, and silently retreated to one side.

Having been in the palace for many years, Pei Qing already has the ability to talk to people and talk to people, but after becoming a palm seal, this ability is no longer needed.

However, facing Song Qingan's "masterpiece" right now, Pei Qing was rarely speechless.

He thought that Song Qing'an might not be good at calligraphy, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

He thought for a moment before opening his mouth: "The word princess... is really special."

For some reason, Song Qing'an heard a bit of difficulty and struggle.

"Then... do you want to help with Pei's palm print?"

After a short period of shame, Song Qing'an had a new plan.

If writing is the reason, at her current level, it will take a long time.It's not a bad thing to come to Pei Qing's place often, for example, to inquire about news...it will be much more convenient.

Furthermore, with the protection of this treacherous eunuch, she can deal with Liu Qiyun much more freely.

Sure enough, Pei Qing sneered, and finally responded: "Help, why not."

He waved at Song Qing'an: "Come here."

Song Qing'an walked to the table according to his words, and was immediately held by Pei Qing behind him.

She was wrapped in Pei Qing's arms, and the aloes on the latter's body gradually wrapped her up.Song Qing'an was held by Pei Qing's right hand to pick up the pen, and he took it to write on the paper stroke by stroke.

Song Qingan's attention gradually shifted from the words to Pei Qing's hand holding her.

His knuckles are slender and distinct, and blue veins can be seen faintly bulging on the back of his pale hands, which are thin and powerful.

The palm print of Pei who has killed countless people... his hands are clean.

(End of this chapter)