Chapter 352: Upside Down Sentient Beings (61)

  Knowing that he was just explaining on a whim, Liuli couldn't help but fluctuate a little, and she lowered her head: "Master, if it's okay, the slave will retire first." ”

  She didn't want to stay here, and the longer she stayed, the easier it was to soften and sink deeper and deeper.

  Song Jinchao saw her indifferent appearance, and a little uncomfortable rose in his heart for no reason, he straightened his clothes, his voice was low, he grabbed the woman's hand, and clenched it tightly: "Arnold, don't make trouble." ”

  "I'm making trouble?" The woman raised her eyes, there were tears in her eyes, she blinked, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes, but when she met the man's impatient eyes, she still fell down angrily: "Does the master think that the slave is making trouble unreasonably?" ”

  The man was slightly stunned, and the hand holding the glass trembled and let go.

  Ruri looked at him sarcastically, this was the first time she had rushed into him.

  "The slave likes the master, can't the master really feel it?"

  She looked directly into the man's eyes very calmly: "The slave forgot, how could such a smart person as the master not know." ”

  "But you know, but you are still watching you and other women in bed with the slave, the master really understands, how to make the slave die."

  She smiled, bent over, arched her hand, clenched the sword in her hand, and turned away with a blank face.

  Song Jinchao moved his mouth, but he didn't call her, but closed his eyes weakly, and there was a trace of irritability between his eyebrows.

  When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were clear again.

  A guard came in outside, glanced at the man hurriedly, and then didn't dare to look up again, but said respectfully: "The master has a letter." ”

  Song Jinchao stretched out his hand, took the letter, and saw the guard's gaze dodging back and forth, only then did he notice that he was not in good shape now, and there were traces of last night on his bare neck.

  For a while, he couldn't help but have a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, and just wanted to wave away the guards, thinking of what happened just now, he frowned and said, "How is the recent talk in Northern Xinjiang?" ”

  The guard is actually another killer raised by Song Jinchao, but it is worse than Liuli.

  He said respectfully: "Back to the master, there has been no negotiation in the northern Xinjiang, and the third prince also has the intention of winning over the northern Xinjiang." ”

  Song Jinchao pressed his eyebrows, Song Yun of course knew that at first Song Yun begged to marry Liuli and begged him, but he pressed him down in one fell swoop.

  He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his expression indifferent: "Send Arnold to go." ”

  After thinking about it, he said, "In a short time, let her not come back." ”

  The guards didn't know what was going on, and they were a little surprised, after all, Liuli was a general under Song Jinchao, and now was a critical period, sending Liuli out on a mission, wouldn't that be equivalent to cutting off his left hand and right arm?

  But about the master's affairs, one of his subordinates naturally didn't dare to ask more, so he could only take the order to retreat.

  At the same time, rumors spread in Beijing.

  It turned out that the person who saved the people of Chang'an City was not the King of Qi, but the current emperor.

  How did the people find out about this?

  The news first came from a small medical center.

  Although the clinic is small, the doctor is kind and often gives free medical treatment to the people, and it is famous in the neighborhood of the people.

  As soon as he said it, most people followed the letter, of course, it was still mixed with some doubts, but it was better for the people to open their minds to all kinds of conspiracy theories, such as what, the emperor sympathized with the people's hard work and entrusted the king of Qi to take care of the people for him, but the king of Qi privately stopped the credit on himself, which is a big rebellion.