Chapter One Hundred and Two

Zhaofu Banquet(1)

After struggling for a long time, the strength on Chu Rong's body was quickly pushed away by Song Li.

Song Li, who was angry from his heart, waved his hand and hit Chu Rong without saying a word, Chu Rong's figure flashed slightly and quickly avoided it, his eyes were deep and bottomless.

"What do you think of me?"

Song Li roared angrily and approached Chu Rong again, Chu Rong remained still this time and let Song Li's fist fall on him, his action made Song Li feel like a punch on the cotton.

She looked at Chu Rong, who was unmoved, and hung her hand weakly, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she would be so angry, obviously Chu Rong had already stood still and didn't fight back, but she still felt angry.

"When will you not run away? When will you be able to face what is true in your heart? ”

Seeing Song Li turn around and leave, Chu Rong's throat moved, a little loss appeared in his eyes, and his voice was a little low and hoarse.

"I don't understand what you mean, what the hell am I running away from? Why do you all say I'm running away! ”

Song Li stopped abruptly and shouted with his back to Chu Rong.

"Forget it......"

Chu Rong opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, where to start, and all the thousands of words turned into a fluttering sentence.

Song Li's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around, "There is really something wrong with you!" She said heavily, raised her hand and slammed it against the wall beside her, "Let me not run away, but I won't say what I have escaped." ”

Chu Rong looked at her appearance, his eyes sank inch by inch, and a chill flowed out of it, "Song Li, is it so difficult to admit that you like me?" ”

This sentence hit Song Wei's head like a stick on the head, as if something had quietly broken off in her heart, her eyes were stained with a layer of white mist, and her eyes were a little empty.

She didn't know how to answer, did she like Chu Rong? She didn't know it herself.

said that she didn't like it, but she would be angry when Chu Rong left without saying a word after kissing her, and she would feel very uncomfortable when she found out that Shen Yinchai was peeking at Chu Rong's portrait, and she would be sad when Chu Rong said that she was not worthy of him.

said I liked it, but I really didn't like it......

"Song Li, it's so hard to love you......"

"It's not as good as if you want you to run away, obviously you tugged at my heartstrings first, but in the end you want me to bear this pain alone, Song Li, you are really ruthless......"

Chu Rong smiled lightly and shook his head, his eyes were full of pain, at this time he was like a failed gambler, desperate and painful, how could he still have the initial appearance of being high.

"I forgot ......"

Looking at Chu Rong's appearance, Song Li's mood sank little by little.

What kind of relationship did she have with Chu Rong that made him so unforgettable.

"You forgot, but I can't forget......"

Chu Rong didn't look at her, and left dejectedly.

Song Li pursed her lips, her heart was slightly cold, there was no empathy in the world, so she couldn't understand Chu Rong's mood, and she couldn't know how important the past that she had forgotten was to Chu Rong.

She went back to bed and lay down, and the bits and pieces of her relationship with Chu Rong flashed in her mind.

Do you like him in the end?

The question swirled in her mind like a demonic barrier, and the more she tried to figure it out, the more she couldn't get out, as if she had walked into a dead end.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already white, she washed up and was about to go downstairs to eat, and Jinyang Mansion Yin had already come to the restaurant to look for her.

Thinking of what she promised to Fu Yin last night, she couldn't help but have a headache, but she had already promised that at this time, it would seem that she was unkind to her when she repented, and she sent someone to inform Jing Yan to wait for him downstairs.

During the conversation with Fu Yin, Song Li learned that Fu Yin's surname Zhao was once a list eye, and he had served in Jinyang for eight years, and Zhao Fu Yin's face was deeply helpless when he mentioned the closure of the city.

Seeing this, Song Li had a little clarity in his heart, although he was a magistrate, but after all, the official was a senior and crushed people, and the king of Pingyang was the prince of the first emperor's own title, and he was also a relative of the emperor, how could Zhao Fu Yin be able to discipline him.

"There are a lot of people here, I'll talk about it when I get back."

Zhao Fuyin glanced around, quickly lowered his head and whispered, and then raised his head with a majestic face.

Song Li nodded and stopped talking nonsense.

Zhao Fuyin has a deep fear of King Pingyang, which is not difficult to see from his words and deeds, but she always feels that Zhao Fuyin does not look like an ordinary person.

She stared at Zhao Fuyin's face.

Zhao Fu Yin's forehead is smooth and bright, the three palaces of Fulu officials are full and do not collapse, and there is red gas circling in the official palace, which is an auspicious omen.

He is still a rare lion-eyed, Mai God is in the theory: big eyes are majestic and slightly crazy, thick eyebrows are lined with this and dignified, not greedy or cool, benevolent government, rich and prosperous, prosperous and longevity.

The lion's eyes are characterized by large, round and powerful, with pale yellow pupils, and people with lion's eyes are resolute on the outside and gentle on the inside, peaceful and cheerful. If he is an official, he is honest and cares for the people.

A person with such a face will definitely not be a corrupt official who deceives his superiors and subordinates.

"My lord, what are you looking at?"

Seeing that Song Li was always staring at him, Zhao Fuyin felt a little worried in his heart.

"It's fine."

Song Li shook his head, and at the same time, Jing Yan slowly walked down the stairs under the leadership of Lian Bi.

He kept staring at Song Li, his eyes were obscure.

Thinking of Jing Yan being knocked unconscious last night, Song Li humbly looked away and didn't dare to look at him.

"Let's go."

Waiting for Jing Yan to come to her, she spoke first without waiting for Jing Yan to speak.

"Your Excellency, please!"

Zhao Fuyin raised his hand to Song Li and made a gesture of invitation, and invited Song Li into the carriage.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little delicate, and Jing Yan had been staring at Song Li intently since she got into the carriage, as if she wanted to poke two holes in her mask.

Song Li knew that he was sorry for Jing Yan, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the hemp cart, Zhao Fuyin lowered his head and did not dare to breathe for fear of angering the two big men.

There was no word all the way, and after the carriage arrived at the Fu Yin Mansion, Song Li jumped out of the carriage directly without giving Jing Yan a chance to ask questions, and stepped into the mansion in front of everyone.

Zhao Fuyin hurriedly trotted forward and introduced Song Li into the garden.

The garden was full of people, who didn't look like ordinary people in their clothes, but other officials and some local rich people.

As soon as a few people appeared, the garden instantly fell silent, and then quickly got up to say hello to Zhao Fuyin.

Zhao Fuyin waved his hand, a smile bloomed on his face, "Excuse me, this is the ruthless commander of the penal army, and this is Lord Jingyan, the deputy commander of the penal army." He briefly introduced the identities of Song Li and Jing Yan.

Everyone's faces changed instantly, their eyes became respectful, they said in unison, and they knelt down together, "The grass people are small to participate in the two adults!" ”

"No ......"

Song Li looked at the trembling heavy responsibility, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said lightly, and followed Zhao Fuyin to sit down on the main seat.

The feast continues, with dancing girls dancing in it.

Zhao Fuyin kept introducing Song Li to the people with faces in the table, and Song Li followed the direction Zhao Fuyin pointed out one by one to take everyone's faces into his eyes.

"I wonder why the Commander is wearing a mask and not showing his true face?"

A young rich boy staggered to his feet with a wine jug, looking a little drunk, and he tilted his head to look at Song Li, his eyes full of banter.

The man was wearing a good white brocade robe, the collar was slightly scattered to reveal his white chest, and his dark hair was a little scattered, looking very uncharming.

"If you don't sit down, it's your turn to dictate the affairs of the lord!" A wealthy middle-aged man hurriedly stood up and scolded loudly, then looked at Song Li apologetically, and said grovelly: "The commander is drunk and talking nonsense, I hope the adults don't blame you!" ”

Song Li's eyes were slightly cold, he glanced at the man lightly, and nodded without being salty.

She remembered that this person, Zhao Fuyin, had introduced her to him, and Zhao Tongjin, the third son-in-law of King Pingyang, was the existence of the rich Jia side of Jinyang, and he could be regarded as half of the imperial relative.

Just when Zhao Tongjin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the man smiled and left the table and staggered to the middle of the dance floor, he looked at Song Li curiously, and then looked around the garden and sneered: "It can't be that you look like you can't see people, so you show people with masks, right?" ”

"Presumptuous!" Jing Yan stood up instantly, "Adults, how can you talk about rats like you, are you tired of being alive?" ”

"How dare I!" The man shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, took the flask to his lips and took a sip, the wine rolled down the corners of his mouth to his chest, and he hiccuped without an image and continued, "I'm just curious about what kind of face the Lord Commander has under his mask." ”

"You're so daring!"

Jing Yan exuded a bit of anger on his body, and his hand touched the hilt of the sword on his waist.

"Sit down." Song Li looked at the man, a trace of fierceness flashed in her eyes, she nodded at Jing Yan, and then looked at the man again, "You are curious about what kind of face I have under the mask?" ”

The man nodded without hesitation.

"You're so bold, hehe." Song Li chuckled, raised his hand to touch the mask, and his tone suddenly sank, "So far, only the current saint has seen my true face, and the rest have become my souls, I can satisfy your curiosity, but ......"

"Kill your dog!" She smiled again, her tone suddenly becoming a little lighter.

Zhao Tongjin was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

"My dog's life is not as valuable as an adult's appearance......"

The man said with a smile, not at all intimidated by Song Li.

"Your dog's life really isn't worth much."

Song Li said lightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then a burst of wind sounded, and the wine glass flew straight towards the man like an arrow from the string.

The glass did not fall on the man, but fell a foot in front of the man.

Looking at the cup shattered into a pile of fragments at his feet, the man's eyes flashed with surprise.

According to the previous speed and strength, if this cup were to be smashed on him, it would be either dead or injured.

He swallowed, a little jealousy in his eyes.

"My lord is so strong!"

Facing Shang Song Li's cold and sarcastic eyes, the man lowered his head weakly.