Gazing intently at the tiles on the eaves of the hall, Lu Fufeng was stunned by the man who appeared in his field of vision—wasn't that Song Gu who he saw in the Lingyun Spirit Hall a month ago? How could he be here?

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Lu Fufeng listened intently to the whispers of the people in the hall.

"Spring Blossom...... Ahem...... Let's all go down first...... The widow wants to say a few words to Song Gu alone......"

Listening to Lu Fusang's coughing, Lu Fufeng secretly felt that something was wrong with his body.

"I have seen the Holy ......"

Seeing that all the palace people who had entered the palace had retreated, Song Gu stood in front of Lu Fusang's couch without humility or arrogance, and bowed to Lu Fusang.

"You're not afraid of widows? ……”

Staring at the man leaning over, Lu Fusang's face turned a little colder. She saw from this man that the Song family should not have a high spirit.

"What is so terrible about the Holy Being a Renjun?"

Listening to Lu Fusang's low tone, Song Gu felt a little sympathy for the lord lying on the couch for no reason.

"Really...... cough cough cough ......"

Leaning over to cover his mouth with the handkerchief that Chunying had left on the side of the couch, Lu Fusang looked at the man standing in front of him for a moment without moving.

This is the first time she has seen the second son of the Song family. Although when he knew that Song Gu had the idea of marrying King Sui, he remembered to meet him, but he was always entangled in mundane affairs and couldn't find the opportunity.

Lu Fusang looked at Song Gu's face - his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he had the potential of a jade mountain general, compared to the appearance of Fufeng...... It's a match made in heaven......

However, thinking that Song Yun was about to tiptoe to the position of the imperial husband, Lu Fusang's heart flashed a few thoughts.

She knew Song Yun's ambitions, and the man in front of her was undoubtedly Song Yun's pawn...... It's just that once the chess pieces are selected, whether or not to listen to the person holding the chess piece is another matter.

"You really don't look like a child raised by the Song family......"

Lu Fusang slurred a few words at Song Gu.

"Hehehe...... The Holy Lord laughed...... Gu Xiangzhi, in the heart of the saint, what should the son of the Song family look like? ”

Song Gu raised his head slightly, but did not get up. The lord of the country did not speak, and he did not dare to get up.

"At least it should be a restrained ......"

Recalling Song Yun's youthful appearance when she first met Song Yun when she was a child, Lu Fusang's eyebrows floated a little smile, in vain she thought highly of herself, but after all, she fell into that person's trap.

"The Holy One is talking about my brother......"

Before Lu Fusang's words fell, a cold smile immediately appeared on Song Gu's face.

"What, are you very different from Yuna?"

Glancing lightly across Song Gu's face, Lu Fusang felt that the man in front of him was really interesting. Although he maintained the etiquette, he happened to have a look on her field of vision. With such a focus on subsections, it can be regarded as a talent.

If she was standing, Song Guxu would change her posture.

"This ......" Lu Fusang's playful look made Song Gu suddenly sober up a little, "Gu Wan doesn't dare to compare with his brother......"

"Really? How did Song Gongzi do to kill people and set fires? Leaning slightly on the couch, Lu Fusang looked at Song Gu quietly.

"This ...... Gu didn't dare to do things that were out of bounds......"

"Is it true that if Song Gongzi doesn't dare to do anything beyond the rules, then he will enter the palace and share these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with the widow......"

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Lu Fusang's eyes blinked slightly, flashing a sense of confusion.

The "Holy ......" noticed that Lu Fusang's expression was wrong, and Song Gu was about to ask the reason, when he heard a familiar male voice.

"Please think twice!"

"Yuna?" Lu Fusang pretended to be surprised and glanced at Song Yun who appeared in front of the couch, "What do you want to think about twice?" ”

"The minister invites the saint to think about the matter of the minister's brother entering the palace!" Ignoring the old woman behind him, Song Yun looked at Lu Fusang as a courtier.

"Why?" Sweeping Song Yun's face, Lu Fusang saw the old woman beside Song Yun, and his pupils shrank, "Yun'er, why did you bring Aunt Jingyu here?" ”

"Jingyu has seen the Holy ......" Seeing Lu Fusang naming his identity, Jingyu did not twist. Shi Shiran bent over Lu Fusang, then sat down on the side of Lu Fusang's couch, and looked at Lu Fusang's complexion, "The saint's complexion doesn't seem to be very good." ”

The tone that was neither salty nor light made Lu Fusang's face stunned for a moment.

"I don't know why Aunt Jingyu is here?" Holding back the distraction on his face, Lu Fusang barely held up the majesty of the lord of the country on weekdays.

"Jingyu heard that the saint was unwell, so she came to take a look." Ignoring the pale complexion, Jing Yu reached out and grabbed Lu Fusang's wrist.

"Aunt Jingyu......" Looking at the old woman holding her wrist, Lu Fusang instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but saw that the old woman tightened the fingers that fell on her wrist.

"Holy Lord, paper can't contain fire...... Jing Yu cut off Lu Fusang's pulse, and then let go and let Lu Fusang's wrist fall on the couch.

"This ......" met Jing Yu's clear eyes, and Lu Fusang couldn't help frowning. Does Jingyu know that her bloodline is not right, or does she know that she is terminally ill......

Not wanting to show his flaws to Jingyu, Lu Fusang sat up strongly: "The widow just rested in the palace for a while, and my aunt and the widow's royal husband came to the palace to ......."

"The Holy One should know what Jingyu means." Jingyu still looked at Lu Fusang with a smile.

"I don't know." Lu Fusang glanced back at the old woman with a cold face.

"Is it true that the will of the emperor has not taught you a lesson?" Jingyu glanced at Lu Fusang and looked back at Song Yun, "Don't you want that younger brother to withdraw from this hall?" ”

"Yes......" Song Yun saw Jingyu speak, and immediately looked at Song Gu with a smile, "Gu'er, you should go back." ”

"Really?" Song Gu suddenly laughed three times when he heard this, "Does my brother want Gu to go home and tell my mother, and my brother will kill the king?" ”

Before Song Gu's words fell, he received three beams of sight.

"Hahaha...... Gu Er remembers the widow so much, it really makes the widow haunt his dreams......" Lu Fusang laughed a few times as if no one was around, and suddenly moved his gaze to the woman sitting on the couch, "It's just that Gu Er is afraid that she guessed something wrong, this old woman on the couch is not a person who forced the palace to kill the king, she is ......"

"Holy Lord, there are some things that don't need to be told to outsiders!" Jing Yu glanced faintly at Song Yun who was standing on the side.

"Gu Er......" Finding that Jingyu's attention had shifted to his side, Song Yun walked up to Song Gu's side, trying to lead him out of the hall. But before he could make a move, Song Gu pulled out a long sword from his waist.

"The sword has no eyes, brother, don't get too close to Gu!"

"Gu Er......" stared at the sword in Song Gu's hand, Lu Fusang's brows furrowed, how could Chun Ying do such an inappropriate thing? Carrying a weapon is a capital offense!

"Holy! Song Gu is ashamed of being a man, he has a three-foot Qingfeng in his palm, he can't punish the murderer outside, and he can't get rid of the thief inside. Today, the front of the palace is out of order, and I am willing to bury it with the Song family! Song Gu looked back at Lu Fusang, with a hint of death in his eyes.

"Gu Er......" Seeing that Song Gu was bent on seeking death, Song Yun's brows condensed.

originally thought that he only needed to take Jingyu to find Lu Fusang, and confirmed that Lu Fusang's life was not long, so he could rise to the top and sit firmly in the position of the emperor's husband, and then use Song Gu as a medium to blame King Sui for murdering his sister, and then the world could return to his heart. Finally, the most important step - that is, through his old friend Cao Min's conquest of Yu State, and then luring the seven princes of Yu State as internal response, coupled with the accumulation of many years of business time in Yu's country, he can break the Yu capital in one fell swoop.

But who would have thought that he was only the first step and was destroyed by his own brother.

Glancing at Song Gu with annoyance, Song Yun knelt down in front of Lu Fusang.

"Yuna knows it's wrong."

He and Lu Fusang both know each other's thoughts, and he also knows very well that the reason why Lu Fusang is willing to open the door for himself is nothing more than that he has the same purpose as her. But the same purpose can't be his own life talisman, because Lu Fusang's eyes can't tolerate sand after all.

"That's what you told me about?" Seeing Song Yun kneeling in front of Lu Fusang, Jing Yu turned slightly sideways and turned her gaze to Lu Fusang.

"Auntie...... After all, the saint is the lord of the Chen State......" Song Yun looked at Lu Fusang, then looked at Jingyu, and said in his heart, if Lu Fusang is in addition to Jingyu today, then he is still the imperial husband of Chen State, and if Jingyu is in addition to Lu Fusang today, then he is still the imperial husband...... After all, Lu Fusang abandoned his aunt, didn't he?

Thinking of seeing the characters in the jade he carried, Song Yun was inexplicably full of trust in the old woman in front of him.

"Really? The old man thought that Song Gongzi didn't mind being the first male emperor of the Chen State...... Hehehe...... "Although the words were said to Song Yun, Jingyu's eyes all fell on Lu Fusang.

"Hehehe......" Seeing that the old woman had been smiling at herself, Lu Fusang also laughed lowly, "It turns out that Yun'er still has such an idea, and the widow has a long experience today...... But...... Yuna is a widowed royal husband, and she should be ambitious in the world......"

"You don't mind?" Lu Fusang's words made Jing Yu smile and bend her eyebrows.

"There's nothing to mind when you're about to die." Lu Fusang glanced at Song Yun meaningfully, and then turned his gaze to the old woman, "But the widow doesn't mind, and the next lord may not mind, so the imperial husband must abide by his own share after the widow's death, and don't do things that are out of order...... The widow has established the person who entrusts the country. ”

"Huh?" Song Yun heard that Lu Fusang had already made up his mind to entrust the people of the country, and his face instantly turned pale, "Is this true?" ”

"A widow never tells a lie." Lu Fusang shook his head gently.

Looking at Lu Fusang, who shook his head gently, Song Yun pursed his lips and stepped forward, revealing a dagger outside his sleeve, "That'...... The Holy Monk blamed Yun'er for being unkind......"

"Huh?" Lu Fusang only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and a dagger leaned towards his body.

Lu Fusang was about to make a move on the eaves, but saw Dongzang rushing in from outside the hall.

"Holy One—"

But Song Yun didn't stop because of Dongzang's shout, but crashed into Lu Fusang in a desperate way.

"Presumptuous—"

"Auntie!" Looking at Jing Yu who was holding his wrist in disbelief, Song Yun secretly felt a chill down his spine.

"The old body just owes your father a little friendship, but it's not your turn to be wild in front of the old body!"

"Auntie?" Lu Fusang was also shocked by the actions of the person in front of the bed, wasn't this aunt an accomplice invited by Song Yun?