Chapter 502: Fate
"Qi Ziyu! You deceive people too much, how can my daughter allow you to trample and bully like this, because she thinks that I have no one in the Song Mansion? It's good that Prime Minister Song didn't listen, but after listening to Qi Ziyu's words, his blood almost surged up, his face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth and asked sharply.
"Where did I dare to bully Prime Minister Song, but Prime Minister Song felt that I was not worthy of being a daughter, so he did everything possible to destroy the marriage contract between my mother and Mrs. Song, and there were a lot of jokes in the capital at that time.
Later, I saw that I was appreciated by the saint, and I tried my best to harm Luo Jin, and then let Ling Qianjin be in charge of the Qi Mansion in the name of righteousness. β
Qi Ziyu continued softly in Prime Minister Song's ear, he knew that this was Chu Ze's prince's mansion, and some words could not be heard, but the guards around Chu Ze left with him, and the rest were only some people who did not know martial arts.
Moreover, they were in a secret room, which was a place where Chu Ze specially met for them to meet secretly to discuss state affairs, and outsiders could not easily enter, so Qi Ziyu dared to provoke Prime Minister Song here.
"You...... You...... I didn't want to marry Yao'er to you, Yao'er was dedicated to you, and it was useless to persuade you no matter how many times, even if I looked down on you at the beginning and damaged your face, but Yao'er was sincere to you after all, and you didn't say anything about it! Could it be that you were involved in yesterday's events? β
Prime Minister Song suddenly felt that something was wrong, Qi Ziyu's performance in Puji Temple was a little strange, and it was calm that people felt that he seemed to know the inside story for a long time.
"What Prime Minister Song said is really interesting, and the sincerity of the daughter is really not acceptable to ordinary people. Can I count the poisoning of my daughter? Or can I guess what poison Ling Qianjin will use, and then prepare the antidote in advance? β
Qi Ziyu sneered, looked at Prime Minister Song and said word by word, "Originally, I wanted to open up to her." In the future, let her die in Qi Mansion, but unfortunately she killed herself and let the prince catch the handle, this time, no one can save her! β
In fact, what he wanted to say more was that it was okay for her to kill others, but every time she poisoned Yan Yiyun. If I tolerate her any longer, I am afraid that sooner or later I will regret it.
Prime Minister Song was forced by him to take a few steps back again and again, and sat on the chair of the Huali hollow carved Taishi. Fortunately, the half-new cushions on the chair saved him from pain, but according to the blow. He didn't feel any pain anymore.
"I'm going to tell the Third Prince your true face. You ......"
"The third prince is now busy competing with the crown prince for the world, where does he have time to care about these trivial things, could it be that this time Prime Minister Song rashly invited the third prince to sit in the town and has not learned a lesson?"
Qi Ziyu felt more and more that Prime Minister Song's reputation as an old fox was in vain, Chu Ze's attitude just now was already very clear, he would not do anything for Song Junyao again, and now everything he needed was in Qi Ziyu's hands, even if Prime Minister Song successfully provoked Chu Ze's dissatisfaction with Qi Ziyu. So what?
"If I were Prime Minister Song, I should go to prison now. Let the Song family suffer less, and at least they can be cleaned up when they leave in the end. β
Putting down this sentence, Qi Ziyu turned around and left neatly, ignoring the face and demeanor of Prime Minister Song behind him, he was not interested in continuing to fight with him, this kind of battle of tongues is particularly disparity in strength today.
Just like an adult quarrel with a child, in other words, the child will only go to the parents to sue the parents to stand up for themselves, but they have forgotten all about their own advantages.
Prime Minister Song Cheng has been immersed in the court for many years, and he is not an idle person, he only said that the protΓ©gΓ© power in the court is not weak, if it were not so, Chu Ze would not have trusted him for many years, but the emperor deliberately suppressed and promoted Qi Ziyu and other new forces, which made it more and more difficult for him to be in the court, so he sought Chu Ze as a guarantee for changing the dynasty in the future.
It's just that no one expected that the emperor would suddenly appoint Chu Yuan as the crown prince to supervise the country, which blinded everyone, including Prime Minister Song Cheng, plus Song Junyao's sudden accident, and the successive blows made him age ten years old in an instant, and the spirit that he still had was decayed.
"Qi Ziyu! Qi Ziyu! β
Qi Ziyu listened to a few roars from Prime Minister Song Cheng in the secret passage, and instead of stopping, he sped up his pace, and his heart was a lot easier, he had endured humiliation and burdens over the years, and it was time to repay it, holding the token given to him by Chu Ze in his hand, with a little force, the carved texture on the token was deeply imprinted into his palm.
Sending the jade concubine back to the prince's mansion, Yan Yiyun left in a hurry before the guards reported, she knew that this time not only was she too risky, but I was afraid that it was too much limelight, which was easy to attract people's attention.
thought that after a day and a night, Han Changxi should have woken up a long time ago, but who would have thought that after returning to the White Mansion, Yan Yiyun saw the person who was still in a coma, and he was a little anxious, but at night Mu Sheng left the teahouse and didn't know where he went, and it was Xiang Lin from the White Mansion who was guarding the bedside.
"Miss Yun don't worry, A-Ning was just given some drugs that did not damage her body, and when Miss Yun comes back, I will be able to wake up after taking the antidote for her."
Xiang Lin saw that Yan Yiyun looked anxious, slowly explained, took out a small bottle from his arms, handed it to Yan Yiyun, she took it, opened it, smelled it, and confirmed that there was nothing unusual before raising her head in surprise.
"How are you? I thought...... The landlord should come back and look at her. β
"The landlord has a lot of things, how can he stay here all the time, Miss Yun is too worried." Xiang Lin's answer was not leaky, Yan Yiyun wanted to say something, but he looked at him, and then at Han Changxi, and he didn't know how to express the words when he came to his mouth.
In the end, he only squeezed out a sentence, "As the general of the White Building, aren't you busy?" β
"The subordinates follow the instructions of the landlord." Xiang Lin was still neither humble nor arrogant, and did not fluctuate at all because of Yan Yiyun's hints.
"Faithfulness is evident, I thought you and she were familiar to the point of being alone in the same room! If you don't want to, you can give up anything for big things, what a man! Yan Yiyun nodded slowly, took off the veil, and reached out to begin to remove the scar on his face as he disguised it, and said coldly.
"When Ye Musheng comes back, I naturally have to ask, is A-Ning's reputation so unworthy? Let her fall into a coma and not give her to the care of her maids! β
"Miss Yun! It's a subordinate who asked to take care of A-Ning, the only maids in the building are here with Miss Yun, and the subordinates have not crossed the rules at all, and last night it was also a maid who came to accompany the vigil, and everyone in Miss Yun's courtyard can testify. β
"Didn't go out of the way? I temporarily believe that you are a righteous gentleman, at that time, in the wine cellar, the two of you were drunk and never heard of anything, but, this righteous gentleman, you have to see who it is, A-Ning has always been unapproachable, especially men, usually stay away, and it is also a fate that you can be recognized by her. (To be continued.) )