Zhou Mei's words were only seven words, which was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, and there was too much splash.

Song Yuanji turned his head to stare at Zhou Meiyu, and Song Yuande even stood up from his seat. Rao is Song Yuanjie didn't care about the result, and frowned. Zhen Yuqing, who was watching from the sidelines, covered her mouth and whispered: "Cousin, such a wonderful scene was actually seen by us, and we don't have to buy tickets, I earned it, I earned it!"

He Lianyi didn't feel that he had "earned", his hand unconsciously clutched a small tribute orange, which had already been crushed. His eyes were fixed on Song Yi'an, who was like withered grass on the horse farm, and Zhou Meiyu, who was like sunshine.

Zhen Yuqing didn't get a reply from He Lianyi, and said: "Minghong, are you sad? The idol has chosen someone else and is going to marry a wife, is there a mixed feeling in your heart?"

He Lianyi naturally ignored him again.

Song Xu temporarily put Zhou Meiyu's words behind him, and looked at Song Yi'an with blazing eyes. The fragments of his youthful memories were forcibly spliced together on this inopportune occasion, Song Yi'an's emaciated figure, pale cheeks, narrow eyebrows and resolute gaze were too similar to Zhaoyang Emperor Ji, like Song Xu almost thought that Zhaoyang Emperor Ye Zixi reappeared in front of him.

Song Yuanji said to himself viciously: "Why is he here!"

Song Yuande scolded: "Brute!"

Only Zhou Meiyu jumped in front of Song Yi'an with her hands behind her back and circled around him, although she was looking, she was full of friendliness.

Song Yi'an leaned on Ji Shu for most of his body, looking shorter than Zhou Meiyu.

Zhou Meiyu leaned forward with his upper body, pointed at himself with his thumb proudly, and said, "Isn't it right for the Seventh Prince? Do you know me? You fell from the observation deck, and I saved you." ”

Song Yi'an tilted his head and looked at Zhou Meiyu, and then at Ji Shu beside him, as if confirming what Zhou Meiyu said. Ji Shu nodded lightly in affirmation.

Song Yi'an struggled to stand up straight. He still had a plaster cast on his arm, and he couldn't do it well if he wanted to salute, so he had to bow to Zhou Meiyu.

Ji Shu was worried that Zhou Meiyu would misunderstand, and hurriedly explained: "General, forgive me." Childe couldn't speak since he was a child, but he was actually very grateful to the general for saving his life. A few days ago, as soon as Childe woke up, he asked who the benefactor who saved him was. It's just that the general's status is valuable, and the son is seriously injured, so he can't thank him in person. ”

Ji Shu's words were vague, and no one present knew that Song Yi'an couldn't thank Zhou Meiyu, in addition to being seriously injured, or because of his embarrassing identity. Even if Song Yi'an writes a letter of thanks and a gift, I'm afraid that Xu Shaocong, the king of Jiangxia, and Zhou Meiyu, the general, will not dare to accept it.

But Zhou Meiyu showed a lot of generosity, she said: "I'm a martial artist, so I don't care about those false courtesies." I see you're not healed yet, what are you doing here?"

Song Yi'an used his only remaining left hand to make random gestures in mid-air for a long time.

Ji Shu explained in a timely manner: "Gongzi said that he has something important to ask to see His Majesty. ”

Song Yi'an nodded, indicating that Ji Shu's explanation was completely correct.

"Well, I'll go with you. Zhou Meiyu smiled heartily, naturally pulled Song Yi'an's left hand from Ji Shu's hand, and walked in the direction of Song Xu. Zhou Meiyu held Song Yi'an's hand just right, and she followed Song Yi'an's pace, unhurried, and extremely patient.

Zhou Meiyu just answered Song Xu's question, pointed at Song Yi'an and said, it's him, no one has forgotten these words. Now, she took Song Yi'an's hand and brought him to Song Xu.

A series of movements are so natural and smooth, as if they come naturally, as if they have gone through countless rehearsals, as if they are destined and destined.

However, they are too incongruous: one is an unrecognized and weak little prince, and the other is a powerful and powerful female general, how can they stand together?

Song Yi'an knelt down tremblingly and raised his eyes to look at Song Xu.

After being imprisoned in the palace for ten years, Song Yi'an never knelt down to anyone, even if Song Xu tortured him and forced him to ask him about the whereabouts of Emperor Zhou Ai, even if Song Yuanji came to the Crescent Moon Palace from time to time to find fault and broke his legs, he never knelt. This time, he knelt on the ground and assumed a posture of submission, but he held his chest up and raised his head, without an attitude of surrender.

People are waiting for Song Xu to ask the questions they are looking forward to, but there are a lot of questions, and they can't guess which one Song Xu will ask first.

Song Xu was stunned for a long time, and first asked Song Yi'an: "Your injury is not healed, what are you doing here?"

Song Yi'an struggled to dance his arms and gestured a few times. Ji Shu, who was kneeling behind him, explained: "Your Majesty, Gongzi said that he wants to worship his mother in the Crescent Moon Palace, please ask Your Majesty for permission." ”

Predictable. I heard that the spiritual seat of Emperor Zhaoyang was about to be moved into the Taimiao, and the Seven Princes jumped directly from the viewing platform;

Song Xu's face was gloomy: "I'll discuss this later." ”

"Huh, Gongzi worships his mother, why do you want to discuss it later?" Zhou Meiyu asked pretending not to know the inside story.

Xu Shaocong scolded: "Bastard, Your Majesty's decision is also something you can ask?!"

Zhou Meiyu shrunk his neck.

Song Xu turned his gaze to Zhou Meiyu and asked, "Meiyu, are you sure you have a crush on the Seventh Prince?"

Zhou Meiyu looked at Song Yi'an, who was kneeling on the ground motionless, nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." The Seventh Prince is the same age as me, and he is beautiful, and I like him. ”

Speaking of which, although Song Yi'an is thin and small, with a sickly face, I have to say that he has good facial features and a scholarly temperament, and he is indeed delicate and beautiful. But choosing a husband because of this is too hasty. Besides, this prince, who has been imprisoned for ten years, has no manhood at all. It is not certain who will "marry" whom at that time.

"In front of me, I can't go back. Song Xu warned.

Zhou Meiyu blinked and said, "Why do you want to regret it?" Then she turned to Song Yi'an and asked, "Do you hate me?"

I don't ask if I like it, but I ask if I hate it, how does this make people answer? Song Yi'an shook his head.

Zhou Meiyu's face immediately bloomed with a bright smile, as if he had been greatly affirmed. Her face was raised even higher.

"You...... Know him, have you seen him before?" Although he knew that he was knowingly asking, Song Xu still asked this sentence on behalf of everyone present.

Zhou Meiyu replied calmly: "Not before, I only saw it at the Qujiang banquet." The first time I saw him, I felt like an old acquaintance I had seen somewhere. I like it. ”

The horse farm was extremely quiet, and everyone was quietly waiting for Song Xu's decision. People were amazed by Zhou Meiyu's unexpected choice, and they also envied the luck of the Seven Princes who fell pie from the sky. The whole thing happened a little nonsensical,

Song Xu coughed twice and asked Xu Shaocong: "Old Xu, are you ...... What do you think?"

"Your ......" Xu Shaocong's voice trembled a little, "Everything is subject to Your Majesty's arrangement." ”