The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 503 Baiqie Hei, Illness and Powerful Officials vs. Cruel and Merciless High-cold Empress

Prison is not a good place.

It was full of rats and cockroaches, the stinking inmates were covered in lice, and the grass bedding the filthy floor was smelly and rotten.Song Cheng just stayed here, wearing a dirty prison uniform, sitting against the wall with his eyes closed.

The maid carefully lifted the hem of Fu Wan's skirt, and walked through the dirty prison to see Song Cheng.

The iron lock was unlocked, and Fu Wan walked in stepping on hay, knelt down in front of Song Cheng, and said softly, "Song Cheng."

The man opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed across his usually gentle face, but he casually returned to his usual gentleness and politeness, "Your Majesty."

"I once said," Fu Wan hesitated for a moment, but said slowly, "I want to marry Song Qing, I don't know..."

Song Cheng's pupils trembled slightly, but then he showed a calm expression, he looked at Fu Wan quietly, with an indescribable indifference in his tone, "Your Majesty is like this... want to play tricks on the minister?" He laughed softly, "That's right, I'm just a prisoner now, and His Majesty can play and bully you any way you want."

Fu Wan frowned, and she couldn't help but want to be angry again.

She tried her best to control her emotions, but the more she endured, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Song Cheng noticed that Fu Wan was not in the right state in front of him, and then realized that the medicine he gave her had worked.He looked at Fu Wan in front of him leisurely, with a hint of unnoticeable joy on his lips.

The veins on Fu Wan's forehead bulged slightly, and his nails dug into his palms, making them sticky and damp.

Probably after a while, she slightly raised her dark eyes to look at Song Cheng in front of her, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pinch the chin of everyone in front of her, leaning forward, her long and narrow phoenix eyes raised slightly, arrogant and dignified, " Song Cheng, I like you, I really like you."

Song Cheng was slightly taken aback.

Immediately felt funny, how can there be so much affection in this world.

He slowly pushed Fu Wan away, with a gentle tone and a calm posture, not like a prisoner but like an unsophisticated and elegant young man, "Your Majesty, when you deceive people, can you do more foreshadowing."

Fu Wan felt that his unexplained irritability had finally dissipated gradually, and his rationality, which was about to collapse, was slowly regained.According to Zhao Yuanzhi's character, Song Cheng knew it very well, what she loves most is power and a high sense of control, and she will never bend down to contaminate any love.

In other words, Zhao Yuanzhi doesn't understand love at all.

This is also the reason why Fu Wan never felt that he wanted to progress step by step with Song Cheng at first.

You know, before the Song family supported Zhao Yuan as the top position, they actually wanted Zhao Yuanzhi to be devoted to Song Cheng, and to seize power while being Fengjun.But in the end, at the beginning, Zhao Yuanzhi really pretended to like Song Cheng, but as soon as he became an empress, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

In other words, it is right to take by force.After all, the two people's positions are here, Fu Wan sighed, his tone was cold and arrogant, "Bring Song Chengzhen back to the palace."

Song Cheng closed his eyes and frowned a little irritably.

Fu Wan turned around and took him back to the palace.

Now that the Song family has fallen, Song Cheng, a man, even if he was once among the three princes, is now just a plaything.So he didn't even have anyone to say a word to him. Fu Wan knew very well the indifference of the world, so he put Song Cheng in his most luxurious palace with great confidence.

For more than ten days, Fu Wan did not go to Song Cheng.

She was thinking about how to solve the deadlock in front of her.

She had fulfilled Zhao Yuanzhi's only long-cherished wish before she left. She brought down the Song family, and the imperial power was already very concentrated.But Zhao Yuanzhi's life, she can't live it for her.

She was going to run away, but before running away, the first thing she had to do was to untie Song Cheng's knot in his heart.

Fu Wan thought about it, but couldn't think of a solution.One month later, Song Cheng came back to find her by himself, and Fu Wan was overwhelmed by the flattery. That day, he almost couldn't help but dragged out the maid beside him and killed her.

Fortunately, she pulled herself back with reason again.

A month has passed, and now it is late spring, and the weather is very comfortable.

Fu Wan looked at the memorial with a head full of anger, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Song Cheng walking towards her.He was wearing a snow-white deep coat with wide sleeves and a wide skirt. He looked handsome and elegant, and he was holding a flute in his hand, as if he would ride the wind and go away at any time.

Fu Wan felt that his irritable mood was slightly relieved, but then he became embarrassed.

Song Cheng walked up to her and bowed to her, "It turns out that His Majesty is approving the memorial, but it was a coincidence that the grassroots came."

He has changed his words now, which made Fu Wan feel a little uncomfortable.She frowned, looked at Song Cheng in front of her, hesitated for a moment before saying: "What are you doing today..."

"Today is the anniversary of the family's death. Caomin would like to implore His Majesty to let Caomin go out to pay respects to his family."

Fu Wan's expression was indifferent, he just nodded and said, "Okay."

Either be or forget it, Fu Wan thought, she suddenly felt a little tired that could not be expressed.Fu Wan leaned on the chair, suddenly felt his body lighten, and he leaned back, and fainted at this moment.

When she woke up again, the imperial doctor said that she might not live long.

Fu Wan asked how long he could live, but the imperial physician said it was only one year.

Without saying a word, she got out of bed and went to find Song Cheng.

Song Cheng was sitting under the crabapple tree making tea, Fu Wan walked over wearing layers of long skirts, sat down in front of him, and suddenly said: "My health has always been very good, but now it suddenly feels bad. "

Song Cheng's hand holding the teacup slightly closed, but he didn't make a sound.

"I think it's thanks to Song Qing." Fu Wan smiled slightly.

"I didn't know that the little Li beside me was also Song Qing's when I cleaned out the spies around me a few days ago." Her long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and her eyebrows were bright and picturesque, "I can live another year. "

Song Cheng looked at Fu Wan. He actually knew that the Song family had not been beheaded the last time he left the palace.

It's just that all of them were demoted to common people or exiled, which can be regarded as ruining their lives.But in fact, if he didn't think of using Zhao Yuanzhi as a puppet at the beginning, or even had a faint intention of replacing him, he wouldn't get Zhao Yuanzhi's revenge.

After all, there is no right or wrong, and they are not good people.

But there is no doubt that the two are on opposite sides.

Fu Wan's expression was rare, and she said in a calm tone, "If Song Qing can accompany me for a year, after a year, I will hand over the country, how about it?"

The tea in Song Cheng's hand suddenly tilted and spilled in his hand.

"I have never killed any of your clansmen." The smile on her lips was faint, "I only want the powerful and beautiful women in front of me, not the dynasties behind me."

Fu Wan approached Song Cheng slightly, with a bewitching tone, "Song Qing, I'm not a good person, but I'm not that bad either."

It should be hers, and the Song family can't take it away.

She can't keep holding it, so it's okay to give it to Song Cheng.

Anyway, apart from Zhao Yuanzhi's only descendant, Nan'an County King, the Zhao Dynasty has already become half dead.

She kept it and no one passed it on.

(End of this chapter)