The third daughter married the ghost prince

Chapter 34 Military Pay (1)
"Without this, the charm of this song will be less than half!" said the person who broke in suddenly, panting.

Duan Qirui was startled suddenly, turned his head to look at the person who rushed into the yard suddenly, and talked happily into the night, his hangover eyes worked again and again, only to see clearly the purple man standing under the moonlight, swaying silver Under the light, it looked like a purple elf, so beautiful and ethereal, and the aura in those peach-blossom star pupils, just like the song "Laughing in the Sea", made him instantly obsessed with it.

The phrase "who are you" has been kept in his mouth, afraid that if he asks, the person in front of him will disappear out of thin air like when he came, Duan Qirui walked forward cautiously, among the countless questions that flew through his mind, Picked the least lethal one: "Do you know this song?"

Luo Zifei gritted her teeth, and had also heard about Duan Qirui's obsession with rhythm. As long as she can save Luo Zide at this time, she doesn't care about infringement: "This song is composed by me. You heard my sister...'Luo Zifeng' sing it?"

Duan Qirui nodded happily, and his gorgeous eyes flashed like a treasure: "I didn't write down the lyrics, can you tell me?"

"Come with me!" Luo Zifei took Duan Qirui's hand, turned around and ran out.

Duan Qirui glanced at Luo Zifei holding his little hand, the cold temperature in that hand was like an electric current hitting the atrium, making Duan Qirui follow him unconsciously, and he did not forget to confess: "Ming Zuo , it's getting late, I won't send it off for my brother!" Before the words finished, the man had disappeared.

Only Fu Mingzuo, who had been standing still in place since Luo Zifei appeared, was left in the yard, with a wry smile on his resolute and angular face.

Dragging Duan Qirui out of the east courtyard, almost ran into the boy head-on, Luo Zifei felt cold, Zide?

Seeing Luo Zifei running out dragging Duan Qirui, the boy turned pale with fright. After Luo Zifei flew away to the motionless little figure lying on the ground in the distance, the boy looked at the timing , turned around and disappeared.

"Zide...Zide...you wake up!" Luo Zifei hugged little Zide in her arms, caressing the bruises and bruises on that fleshy little face distressedly, her tears could no longer be controlled Can't stop shedding.

"Sister...is it raining?" As soon as he opened his mouth, the bruise at the corner of his mouth made Xiao Zide twitch in pain.

"Are you okay?" Luo Zifei asked in surprise, stretching out her hand to feel Zi De's pulse carefully. Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with the internal organs, but I don't know how many invisible injuries there will be on this body. The body will be wrapped with such a big persistence.

"I'm fine!" Zi De squinted his black and purple panda eyes, and said with a strong smile: "I guess you let go when you see someone, can you let him beat me to death?" Smash it so painfully, Smash that tender little mouth.

"What's going on?" Duan Qirui frowned and asked, he was already more than half awake at the moment, he was already more than half awake at this moment, and he couldn't help but rationally doubted the sudden appearance of the siblings.

"I want to meet Prince Duan, please help me!" Luo Zifei knelt down and met Duan Qirui's cold eyes without fear.

"You know I'm the prince?" Duan Qirui raised his eyebrows and asked, a trace of self-mockery flashed across his handsome face.

"I'm here to ask Prince Duan for help, how could I not know that you are the crown prince!" Luo Zifei said calmly, it was only after bumping into him that she thought of asking him for help, she didn't plan on him, and it didn't matter what he thought of herself.

On the contrary, the openness in her eyes made Duan Qirui frowned, and the doubts in his heart became even worse: "Why do you want to see my father?"

"For the lives of more than [-] members of my Luo clan!" Luo Zifei said straight to the point.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Duan Qirui's eyes. It's not that he didn't know his father's temper, and he always adhered to the credo of 'never meddling in political affairs'. No matter what the other party's reasons were, four hundred lives would inevitably involve political affairs.

Raising her head to meet the beautiful and persistent face, perhaps it is the firmness and courage in her eyes that are different from ordinary women, perhaps it is the magnanimity in her bones, perhaps it is her righteousness, or even her obsession with rhythm In short, all of this made Duan Qirui unable to speak out the words of rejection.

After contemplating for a long time, Duan Qirui took a deep breath: "Come with me." Turning around, he immediately said: "I only let you see him, as for whether my father can help you, it's up to you, don't Count on me to plead for you."

"Thank you son, the little girl won't make trouble 'again' for the son!" Luo Zifei got up and picked up the wooden box, helped Luo Zide and followed Duan Qirui together.

Entering a small courtyard, Duan Qirui spoke to the maid who was sitting on the steps outside the house watching the night, then stepped aside, squinting at the siblings kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, each holding a wooden box.

After a while, Prince Duan came out wearing a dark blue long gown. Although he was over middle age, he was still fit and strong, walking with a breeze, and his gestures and gestures were innately majestic and dignified.

Without saying a word, he glanced at Luo Zifei, who was kneeling on the ground, and Luo Zide, who had a bruised nose, and then turned his gaze to Duan Qirui who was standing beside him, and asked sharply, "What's the matter?"

"Prince Duan, please save 'Heaven...under...Cang...sheng'!" Luo Zifei kowtowed violently, then got up and said loudly.

Prince Duan was taken aback for a moment, as if he had never heard what Luo Zifei said, and looked at Duan Qirui without any deviation: "I'm asking...you!"

Duan Qirui glanced at Luo Zifei who was anxious, and then smiled softly: "Father doesn't want to know what is... the common people in the world?"

Prince Duan's complexion suddenly became even more ugly: "Are you even ashamed that this prince does not ask about political affairs?" The anger in the words could no longer be suppressed.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Duan Qirui's handsome and extraordinary face, he sighed secretly, clasped his fists and saluted respectfully: "My son has no such intentions, please calm my father!"

Prince Duan's body froze, and his heart froze because of his son's estranged 'father', and the anger that was directly on his brows also weakened by half, and he sneered: "Okay, I want to listen to you, a woman. "Heaven...under... Cang...sheng"!"

Seeing Prince Duan turned around to look at her, Luo Zifei hurriedly supported Luo Zide and kowtowed, then straightened her body to meet that cold gaze: "My lord, there are more than [-] members of my Luo family who will be together tomorrow." He will be beheaded by decree, please help the prince!"

(End of this chapter)