One step up, one step down, his eyes intertwined, the household servant looked at the red plum in the courtyard, and sneered, "If Lord Song wants to handle it, why do you need the prince to take charge." Song Qingzhi's face was calm and unwavering, his hands were behind him, and his tone was clear and calm, "Lord Mo is too worried." "Passing by.

Song Qingzhi and Mo Jiannai, the head of the household, were the champions and tanhua appointed by the saint back then, and Mo had Yuliang's melancholy, but who knew that Song Qingzhi always avoided his edge.

Chu Huailan looked at the background of Song Qingzhi's departure, touched the back of his head, and smiled embarrassedly, "Master Mo, let's move away, I have a specialization in the art industry, but I am abrupt." ”

"The prince is worried about the country and the people, and he is fortunate to be great. Mo also lowered his head to hide the impatience in his eyes. quickly led people into the hall, and emptied the hall in an instant.

The prince was on a whim, they had no reason not to cooperate, he was originally here to send the second batch of donated property, but when he saw Song Qingzhi, he knew that the prince had to wear the crown and Li Dai.

The prince felt that although Mo Jian didn't show it because he was the prince, the strong dislike around him was not covered at all, so he sighed and hated each other.

"Lord Song. Mo also shouted Song Qingzhi, who was going to get into the sedan chair in front of the palace gate.

Knowing that Song Qingzhi had entered the palace, the emperor summoned him to the past, and he met Mo Jian again.

"What's the matter? Song Qingzhi turned to look at Mo Jian

"It's okay, it's dark and the road is slippery, Lord Song be careful. Mo Jian clenched his fists and turned around in annoyance, the timing of the shouting was not right, and he originally wanted to see Song Qing's legs stuck in the sedan chair.

"If you have a heart, so is Lord Mo. Song Qingzhi opened the sedan curtain and sat in, and the sedan chair was raised steadily, gradually moving away......

Mo Jian knocked on his head with an abacus and asked his subordinates, "Such a boring person, what does the prince think he is good about?" ”

"My lord, Lord Shangshu said that you don't keep the door open, so I will send you to the Criminal Department to visit the way of officials. Send it to Lord Song. Xia Guan lowered his eyebrows and took a step back.

The cold Song Qingzhi who Qiu Li decided on in his mind floated in his mind, and Mo Jian couldn't help but shudder, and shrank his head, "Let's go, let's go." "Hurriedly got on the sedan chair, he didn't think he would have a long life.

In the autumn of the thirteenth year of the Ye Dynasty, the sky was high and cloudless, and the wind and rain were hidden.

Song Qing held a red official robe, climbed the platform, raised the knife in his hand, and fifty-three heads fell to the ground, splashing blood like a river.

The onlookers were terrified. Song Qing held his back hand, his body was like a pine platform, and he said: Kuang Dadao, Zhengqing. Since then, the emperor has been shaken, and the name of King Song Hades has begun.

This autumn decision, all the officials under the three grades were forcibly invited to watch the scene, blood splashed, many frightened fainting, Song Qingzhi raised his hand, the subordinate officials can come and rudely drag away, the rest of the wind is loud, hands and feet are cold when leaving, and I don't dare to look back at the cool official Song Qingzhi who slowly walked down the high platform.

I'm afraid that the emperor will be surging because of this, and the road ahead is chaotic and unclear, so they touched the heads of the people on the neck, the criminal department is in charge of the criminal law and prison code in the world, and Song Qingzhi is in power, isn't it the palace of the king of Hades in the world.

Thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, Huanyang Mansion, the city gate is open, a ragged red-clothed Taoist person, don't dust his waist, holding a gourd, wearing a broken hat, a pair of broken straw shoes in the tower, walking twists and turns, and the crowd of people is scattered with a body of alcohol, making way for the road.

The red-clothed Taoist, the corners of his lips were tilted, and the evil spirit suddenly appeared, and he swaggered forward with a salute.

The guards at the city gate stopped, "Where is the road, why are you going?"

The red-clothed Daoist reached into the half-open placket, and the guards were half-drawn on guard.

The red-clothed Taoist smiled lightly and pressed down the guard's arm, "Except for the trouble, the official has a look." "The hand that handed the guide was distinct, fair and clean, and slender as a bamboo.

The red-clothed Taoist is a traveling Taoist person, and there is no Taoist temple to live in, and the Taoist name is Su Meng, who is engaged in eliminating evil spirits.

Huanyang rises by the water, the business is prosperous, the people are thriving, the Qinlou Chu Pavilion is countless, and Su Meng's patron is a Qinglou called Qionghuatai.

Su Meng took off the hat and hung it on his head, revealing a face, raising his eyes to look at the signboard, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips, "Very good." ”

The people next to him couldn't help but gasp when they saw it, a dazzling face, like the moonlight and starlight scattered on it, and a cluster of flames at the center of the eyebrows was very demonic, so unusual for a person.

Suddenly, there was a noisy and chaotic footstep on the street, a woman in a bloody suit rushed with something in her arms, and was chased by three or five big men, the woman's face was as white as paper, and blood was dripping from her body, which was extremely miserable.

The crowd didn't know what to do, so they stepped forward to stop the big man, pushing and scuffling

The woman finally fell at Su Meng's feet due to lack of physical strength, and her blood-covered hand grabbed the hem of Su Meng's rag clothes, "Please, please ask for mercy from the Taoist and save my son." ”

Su Meng looked down and saw that the woman was obviously a newborn baby in her arms, her eyes were closed, she was purple, Su Meng squatted down, probed the beard, and pointed her fingers at the baby's mouth.

The woman's miserable white face raised and smiled weakly at Su Meng, the corners of her mouth squirmed and she didn't say anything after all, she was already dead of anger.

Su Meng was dumbfounded, and the baby's crying was even more poignant......

My name is Su Meng, now my name is Su Meng, Meng Meng is trembling Meng Meng, that's right, you read that right, I am Su Meng in "East Palace".

Once crossed, I, Su Meng, became the beloved daughter of Zhao Jingyu, the general of the Feng Dynasty, Su Meng.

I don't know why I crossed over, but I'm an archaeology intern studying an ancient tomb in Xizhou with my mentor.

In that ancient tomb, a golden coffin was unearthed, and there was a pair of dry bones inside, and the data team was working hard to recover the data of the dry bones.

I only heard someone shouting in surprise: "It's out!

I turned my head excitedly, only to hear the sharp click of my neck, which I guess was broken, and my eyes were fixed on a face that was stunning and captivating.

It was just unearthed, in the Xizhou tomb, the only dry bone face restoration map that had not been turned into ashes, and the woman was really exquisite.

And I, about the first person in history to break my neck myself, also crossed.

At this time, I sat in the boudoir, not bothering to appreciate the classical and elegant layout of the room, but fixed my eyes on Su Meng's appearance in the bronze mirror.

It was a suffocatingly beautiful face, dignified and elegant, but the eyebrows and eyes were slightly charming, and the flowers between the eyebrows were like tunical flowers, imprinted on her forehead, describing her style in more detail.

Su Meng, the master who died extremely unworthy and wronged, turned out to be born so beautifully?

But what amazed me was not only her alluring face, but that delicate face, which was exactly the same as the human face restoration picture I saw before I died.

However, if there is any difference between the two, it is that Su Meng in the mirror looks much more immature.

There was three knocks on the door, and only a very gentle voice came: "Miss, it's time for lunch." ”

"It's coming. I answered and went out.

Su Meng is a knowledgeable and conformist daughter, but I, Su Meng, am not.

In order to avoid unnecessary incidents, in front of people, I still cling to people, knowledgeable, dignified and elegant.

But when I accepted the fact that I had crossed into Su Meng, I had already planned in my heart that in this life, I would never let Su Meng follow in the footsteps of the Nine Princesses of Xizhou again.

"Come, Mengmeng, eat more. You're seriously ill, and Dad is worried about you. "Good dad Zhao Jingyu keeps giving me vegetables.

I smiled back softly, I don't know how much Zhao Jingyu loves Su Meng, but the Zhao family, which is above 10,000 people under one person, finally ended up with a full house for Su Meng's so-called beloved, how much this General Zhao loves Mengmeng, it is foreseeable. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "The Hidden Marriage Actor is a Little Sweet Claw Book House" for free for the first time.