"Cheng Wang, Cheng Wang, are you going to usurp the throne? Also, I should have known about your wolf ambitions......"

Song Jue looked at Song Yuan with a face full of disbelief.

Song Yuan slowly scraped the tea leaves in the bowl.

The color of the green and green is revealed in wisps.

The tea leaves stretch little by little.

Gradually show the original appearance.

Song Yuan waited for the tea to cool down slowly before taking a sip.

Only then did he put down the teacup and looked at Song Jue.

"Your Majesty is wrong."

"Wechen is not a usurper."

"It's Your Majesty, I want to give the throne to Weichen."

Song Yuan's eyes burned when he looked at Song Du.

The words are sincere.

"What nonsense are you talking about, how can I be in Zen for no reason?"

Song Jue looked at Song Yuan with a calm face, and soon sweat soaked his heart.

At this time, he was willing to send a fire to Song Yuan.

Song Jue suddenly had an intuition that Song Yuan didn't seem to be joking this time.

Song Yuanying's white nails gently tapped on the armrest of the chair,

"Wechen believes that Your Majesty will definitely do it."

"Because today, Your Majesty has to let it go, and if you don't let it, you have to let it."

Song Yuan suddenly leaned into his ear, his voice was clear, but it sounded like a ghost to Song Jue.

"I don't know how many days Your Majesty has had luck in the past few days?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Song Jue almost fell off his chair when he heard this.

The more I thought about Song Yuan's words, the more I couldn't ignore them, and I unconsciously used my internal force.

Concubine Qing also quietly took half a step back at this time, took a piece of dark red incense and put it in the incense burner to light it.

A slight sweet orangutan aura mixed with the smell in the original Qingyun Palace.

Song Jue didn't realize anything at first, but the moment he smelled the breath of the sweet ape, the internal force of his whole body seemed to be ignited by fire, as if he was in a raging fire and would be burned out at any time.

The more this incense burns, the stronger the internal force in Song Jie's body burns.

Now it's like magma flowing through the body.

Song Jue faintly felt that this magma seemed to be faintly converging towards the heart vein.

Song Jue's face gradually turned hideous, he could no longer stabilize his body, and fell down from the chair.

Gradually, he began to spasm, and the skin on his body gradually began to turn scarlet like blood.

Curled up on the ground like an uncooked shrimp.

"What is this, what have you done to me?"

Song Yuan opened the fan and shook it slowly without speaking.

Just quietly watching.

She still remembers the days when she first woke up, and when she was poisoned, she vomited a few bowls of blood.

She almost thought that all these internal organs were going to be vomited out.

Every day, she thought she was going to die.

But every day, she survived.

Where is this little emperor now?

On the contrary, it was Qing Guifei who walked over slowly and slowly squatted beside Song Jie.

"Your Majesty, don't panic, Your Majesty won't be able to die for a while."

"It's just going to suffer."

Song Jue didn't understand anything when he heard this, and his eyes were as scarlet as his skin at that time.

"It's you! It's you! It turned out to be you! It's the poison you slut gave me! ”

Song Jue said that he was about to get up and strangle Concubine Qing, but he fell back after climbing halfway.

It's like a mess of mud.

Concubine Qing didn't hide, she still sat quietly next to her and watched Song Jie.

There was a deep disdain and hatred in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, and listen to what the concubine will tell you slowly."

"Your Majesty is indeed poisoned, and it is indeed a concubine."

"This poison is called Wuxinsan, and it is a good medicine that King Cheng Chitose specially found for His Majesty from Xiahou Jinshan's study."

"This poison is colorless and tasteless, and it is not for Your Majesty to eat, but the concubine herself has taken it, and only by sleeping with Your Majesty can the poison be given to Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty also has to drink the medicine made of the blood and tonic of the concubine every day to gradually become poisonous, and the blood ginseng soup that Your Majesty drinks every day is drinking the blood of the concubine......"

"Your Majesty just needs to remember that from today onwards, the concubine wants you to give birth to you before you can live, and if the concubine wants you to die, you will die immediately!"

"If the concubine wants His Majesty to suffer, His Majesty will suffer, and the concubine now only needs to add blood to the incense and light it, and if the incense is not burned out for a moment, His Majesty will be like a dead dog at this moment, no, pigs and dogs are not as good as lying at the feet of the concubine......"

The more Concubine Qing said, the more happy she felt, and the more she felt that her years had been ridiculous, and she slowly laughed.

Laughing and laughing, tears came out together.

When it dripped on Song Jie's face, it was cold and hot.

Song Jue stretched out his hand to wipe the tears.

He stretched out his spasmodic arm and slapped it on the ground.

Shaped like madness.

"You slut, why are you, why do you treat me like this?"

"I ask myself, since you entered the palace, you have never treated you badly, why are you like this?"

"Is it just for the sake of becoming a king, this adulterer?!"

"I have given you a thousand favors, given you the identity and glory you have now, become a king, what did a king give you?"

"Why do you treat me like this, why do you treat me like this......"

Before Song Jue's words were finished, Concubine Qing kicked him away.

It's like a mess of mud that will stain your shoes.

"Something like you doesn't deserve to be a king Chitose."

"If I were a king, I would not let you live to this day if I met something like you that was not as good as a pig or a dog."

Song Jue has almost exhausted his strength to endure the pain now, but he can't stand Concubine Qing's kick.

When even he almost fainted.

But the incense burned, but it couldn't faint.

Blood and internal forces flow through the body like magma.

Concubine Qing took a deep breath before resisting the urge to kill Song Jue now.

"Not to mention that I have never had an adulterous affair with King Cheng, even if I do, it won't be your turn to say anything."

"To this day, you still have the face to say that you have never treated me badly?"

"You haven't treated me badly, hahahahahahaha......ha

Qing Guifei even lifted the placket on Song Jie's chest,

"You say that you have not treated me badly, then I will tell you, where you are sorry for me, you are sorry for me everywhere."

"A few years ago in Honglu Temple, you paid a private visit to Prime Minister Mu Cheng, and when you saw me in the temple, you didn't take your eyes off for a long time."

"I just went with my mother to offer incense and pray for blessings that day, and I never thought that I would cause such a disaster."

"Then Prime Minister Mu forcibly accepted me as a righteous daughter a few days later, saying that you forced me."

"It soon dawned on me that it didn't matter if I cried and begged him, or whatever."

"Within a month, I entered the palace."

"When I tried every possible means to find out the whereabouts of my family in the future, I found that Prime Minister Mu had killed all the courtiers."

"Just, just because, Your Majesty's Imperial Concubine needs a decent status......"

"And you all think that my background has lost royal face......"

"What did my parents do wrong, what did I do wrong......"

"Fortunately, the sky has eyes, and the old puppet surnamed Mu died in the hands of the assassin, although it is a little cheaper for him, but it is also very happy."

"Today I tell you that my father and mother are not ashamed, and that you will go to the graves of my parents and prostrate to them......

"Thousands of favors, status, glory, I go to your glory......"

Concubine Qing's tears gradually stopped flowing.

It seems to have dried up.

She also had a flowery life.

There are parents who love her.

There is a handsome and cherished fiancé.

At that time, she was not Qing Guifei, not the adopted daughter of the prime minister.

Bai Qianxing is not called Bai Qianxing, and he is not an outlaw yet.

But it was all ruined by this spasmodic dead dog-like man on the ground.

It's all ruined.

She had almost nothing left.