"Suck~exhal~"

Song Qi took a deep breath, followed behind Fu Ling, who was in a happy mood, and walked towards the tall gold-domed building. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Song Qi knew that the gold-roofed building was the council hall of Hutouling.

The style of the Hutouling Chamber is completely different from that of the Maotouling Chamber. The Maotouling Council Hall is an ordinary building with only three courtyards, which looks like the mansion of ordinary rich people, while the Hutouling Council Hall has several courtyards, the building is tall and spacious, and the roof flies and eaves are angled, which looks like an important yamen, or a mansion of dignitaries.

At this time, the interior of the council chamber was brightly lit and shone as much as day. Two minions stood straight in the doorway of the chamber with spears in hand.

Through the tall foyer of the council hall, Song Qi saw a man in a white robe holding a book in his hand and looking down at it. That man should be the King of Fuhu. Song Qi thought to himself.

Song Qi originally came to Hutouling with righteous indignation and pride, no matter whether the king of Fuhu saw him or not, he had to find a way to see Fuhu, whether Fuhu agreed to help or not, he had to tell him reasonably. Just like what he did when he faced Mao Ming, the king of Maotou Ridge, before.

Now Fu Hu is in front of him, but the pride and righteousness in his heart have disappeared without a trace, leaving only anxiety and apprehension. To be honest, if it weren't for Concubine Yan's eyebrows, they were still trapped in Black Bear Mountain, waiting for him to bring rescue troops to rescue, he wouldn't have dared to go in to see Fuhu.

Although Fu Ling took the initiative to promise him, people who didn't know the inside story thought that he Song Qi had made some conspiracy to deceive the young Fu Ling, who was ignorant of the world.

God knows if Fuhu will think so? If Fu Hu thinks so, then Song Qi really can't tell. He can't just leave himself out in front of their brother and sister, and insist that Fu Ling is on his own, right?

Also, although Fu Ling doesn't mind being a concubine, does her brother Fu Hu agree to let his own sister be someone else's concubine. According to what Fu Ling said, Hutouling is not a bitter place with poor mountains and bad waters, but a very powerful and rich peach blossom source. Even if Fu Hu is not a soil emperor, he can be regarded as a land rich man. A rich landlord will let his own sister be someone else's concubine.

If Fu Hu objected to Fu Ling's relationship with me, of course, it would be the best, but in this way, I am afraid that the plan to let them help save people will be lost.

Alas, what can be done about this?

Song Qi was thinking crankily along the way, and the thoughts in his head were chaotic. With this thought, his pace slowed down and fell behind Fu Ling.

"Brother Song, aren't you in a hurry to save people, hurry up!" Fu Ling turned around and saw that Song Qi hadn't followed, so she urged in a coquettish voice. She now regards Song Qi's affairs as her own business, and she is even more anxious than Song Qi.

"Fu Ling, will your eldest brother agree?" Song Qi took a step forward and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Fu Ling nodded very gently and shyly. Song Qi was still very unsteady in his heart, raised his hand and touched the back of his head, he felt the back of his head cold.

Wen'er Qing'er, who was following Fu Ling, snorted and laughed, "Uncle, what are you worried about?" Didn't I tell you that the king listens to the young lady the most? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" When Fu Ling heard the word "uncle", her heart blossomed, but she pretended to be very annoyed on the surface, and her beautiful eyes glared at the two maids fiercely, and said coquettishly.

"Ling'er, are you outside?" Fu Hu raised his head from the book and said with a smile to the door, his voice low and with a penetrating magnetism.

"Brother~" Fu Ling Jiaojiao called, twisted her delicate body, stepped into the conference hall, and then turned back and winked at Song Qi, "Come in." ”

Song Qi hesitated for a moment and stepped over the threshold of the council hall. Wen'er Qing'er made a grimace at Song Qi and stayed outside, not following up.

"Ling'er." Fu Hu stood up from the tiger head chair, and when he saw Song Qi, his brows furrowed, and he asked Fu Ling, "Yo, you also brought a friend here." Who is he? ”

"This is my best friend, Song Qi." Fu Ling raised her hand and pointed at Song Qi, and happily introduced to Fu Hu, her eyebrows full of pride. Song Qi breathed a sigh of relief, he was worried that Fu Ling would tell her brother directly that he was her husband. It seems that Fu Ling still knows how to measure.

"Best friend?" Fu Hu's brows furrowed even more, and he raised his eyes to look Song Qi up and down, as if he was looking at a monster. He muttered in his heart, My sister has never even been in contact with young men before, why does she suddenly have friends, and she is still the best friend? This kid looks like a talent, so he can't suddenly become my sister's best friend. It's so weird ...

Song Qi also quickly glanced at Fu Hu. Fu Hu was about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a moon-white embroidered robe, with an azure belt casually tied around his waist, one end of the belt almost hanging down to the knee, and a crystal clear jade pendant hanging from the belt. He looks full of heaven, the earth pavilion is round, his face is like a crown of jade, a pair of sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, two tiger eyes are blazing, the nose bridge is straight, his expression is elegant, and his heroic spirit is compelling. He did not wear a crown hat on his head, but simply tied his hair in a random bun and tied it with a black sheepskin belt.

Fu Hu's demeanor can definitely be compared with Wei Li, the prince of Wei. How can such a figure be a robber? Even the prince of Houmen is nothing more than that. If this was not a cottage, Song Qi would not believe that Fu Hu was a robber. Alas, how could such a handsome character go to **** and become a robber? Song Qi felt sorry for Fu Hu in his heart.

"Brother Song, this is my brother Fuhu." Fu Ling saw Song Qi and Fu Hu staring at each other with big eyes, and neither of them spoke, so she hurriedly stepped forward, reached out and took Song Qi's hand, and introduced her brother to him.

Fu Hu caught a glimpse of Fu Ling actually holding Song Qi's hand with her hand, and her attitude was so natural, as if they were really best friends. Even if it's the best friend, there is a big defense between men and women who don't kiss each other, and it doesn't seem to be like this. Fu Hu's heart couldn't help but tighten, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his two eyebrows almost became one. "Ahem." Fu Hu coughed dryly twice to hide the unhappiness in his heart.

"In Xia Song Qi, I have seen King Fuhu!" Song Qi gave Fu Ling a smile, then clasped his fists in his chest and bowed respectfully to Fu Hu. Song Qi is not the one who bows to a random person when he sees him, but Fu Hu is an exception, because he is not a random person, he is his eldest brother. But this uncle himself is still in the dark.

"Hmm." Fu Hu nodded to Song Qi indifferently, turned his head to look at Fu Ling, and asked in a tone that was half asking and half reproaching: "Ling'er, how did you meet this Song Gongzi, and how did you become a good friend?" (To be continued.) )