As Liuli, who has been by Song Jinchao's side for nearly ten years, no one knows Song Jinchao better than her.

And her liking for him completely disappeared the moment she knew that Song Yun was dead.

Liuli thought more than once that if Song Yun had not compromised with her when he was fighting with Northern Xinjiang, would he not have fallen to this point in the end.

If the joy of youth began with warmth, then the current love to die is cold and man's unscrupulousness.

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In a flash, two years have passed.

In the midsummer evening, there are always cicadas chirping, and the Song Dynasty is in power, the means are cruel, the attack is calculated, and the wind and clouds are rolling in the court.

Bai Zhenzhen is honored and favored, and similarly, Liuli, who was promoted to a noble concubine within two years, sat with Bai Zhenzhen.

For a time, the struggle of the harem was not lost to the court.

On this day, Song Jinchao wore a dragon robe and entered the courtyard.

The woman sat on the chair, as if she hadn't seen him coming, her fingertips twisting the pen, and slowly dropping ink on the paper, the words not as sharp as murder, but with a gentle and petty meaning.

Song Jinchao saw that she ignored him, and he didn't care, took off his robe, walked behind the woman, and hugged the woman's waist: "What happy thing did you encounter today?" ”

It was the first time he had seen her so gentle, with a thorn in her body on weekdays.

Liuli paused her fingers, the thick ink on the tip of the pen melted on the paper, fainting a trace, she lowered her head, and her voice carried a little nostalgia and smile: "Today is the third brother's birthday." ”

She used to call Song Yun's third brother, she used to approach Song Yun on the orders of Song Jinchao, the man was gentle to the bone, and the first sentence said: "You call me third brother, I will protect you in the future." ”

She remembered this sentence for a long time, but she never had a chance to shout it.

It wasn't until later that she was transferred back to Song Jinchao's side, and the two were even strangers, so they had no chance, and even she was afraid that Song Jinchao would be unhappy, so she didn't even dare to say anything to Song Yun.

Sure enough, Song Jinchao's face sank, and even the hand that was holding the woman's waist suddenly exerted force, eager to fold her in his arms, "Arnold, you are still complaining, are you?" ”

The woman's eyes drooped slightly, and she only shook her head with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, you have set the life of the concubine, and it is too late for the concubine to thank you." ”

Song Jinchao was dazzled by her laughter, and a wave of irritability surged in his heart, and he immediately leaned over and bit her earlobe, and his voice was hoarse: "Arnold, I like you." ”

The red tent was long, and the woman was still motionless, like a marionette, except for the sparkle that sank into the pillow, there was no emotion.

Liuli lowered his eyelids, the man put on his clothes, and his voice fell gently in his ears: "Next month, the envoy of Da Liang will come to visit, you can go with me." ”

The woman was silent, her eyes closed, not knowing whether she had agreed or not.

*

Da Liang and the Song State have always been the existence of well water and river water, but in recent years, the intersection between the two countries has gradually become frequent, and the goods of the Song State have been occupied by Da Liang.

The treasury of the Song State was already in a loss, relying on the people's taxes and the caravans, and now the business was occupied by Da Liang, so the Song Dynasty began to pay attention to it, so he placed an invitation and invited Da Liang to come to the Song State as a guest.

In the teahouse, the girl was wearing a pale green dress, with a slender posture, holding a warm tea cup at her fingertips, and reading the latest chapter of "The Host of Fast Wear Counterattacked the Claw Book House Again" for free for the first time.