Chapter 330 Persecution
Ning Shandie had to admit that she was really panicked at this moment, and she could only use her only shield to scare Qin Song, hoping to give herself a chance.
"Naturally, I want to take it in my eyes, but you, I won't let it go easily."
After a pause, Qin Song continued: "Ning Shandie, my father has already entered the palace this morning, if nothing else, the emperor will soon marry you." ”
"What?"
With a shocked face, Ning Shandie's entire body couldn't help but take a few steps back: "You want to marry me?" No, I will never marry you. ”
Qin Song's appearance of not joking at all made Ning Shandie feel very scary, he felt that Qin Song was not a sick man at all, but a devil who was becoming dark.
Now that she is abusing her like this, if she really marries him, is there still a way to live? What's more, she is going to marry the prince as a side concubine in the future, how can she marry a son of Shangshu?
Besides, Qin Song's health is so poor, she can't be sure that she will suddenly die one day, how can she joke about her life's work?
Qin Song looked at Ning Shandie with cold eyes, and said: "Now there are rumors all over the street about how you are infatuated with me, and you went to the Qinglou to find me, and took care of me in every way, everyone now thinks that we will be together, Ning Shandie, do you think, I will let go of such a good opportunity?" ”
"No, no...... Not ......"
Ning Shandie stepped back step by step, shaking her head desperately: "Qin Song, don't be delusional, it is absolutely impossible for my mother to agree to you." ”
Ning Shandie swallowed her saliva carefully, and could only pray like this in her heart.
As soon as she seizes the opportunity, she will definitely tell her mother that she must not marry this terrible man like this.
"It's late, I won't give you this chance."
With a cold smile, Qin Song waved his hand, and immediately two family members grabbed Ning Shandie, pushed and locked Ning Shandie into the house, and locked it. No matter how much she screamed, no one answered.
At this moment, the family came in from outside and said respectfully: "Young master, the master is back." ”
"Hmm."
Telling the good family to take care of Ning Shandie, Qin Song stood up and walked into the main courtyard.
When Qin Shangshu saw Qin Song coming, he couldn't help laughing: "Son, what you think is really right, as soon as the father said it, the emperor agreed, and besides, I said that you are weak, and others will worship the hall for you, and the emperor also said that everything is voluntary." ”
"Thank you, father."
The corners of Qin Song's mouth lightly hooked up a grim smile, Ning Shandie hurt him and was frightened, he had lost the dignity of a man in this life, and he couldn't have children, he must repay Ning Shandie a thousand times more for this matter.
……
Soon, the news that Qin Shangshu's son was going to marry the third lady of the Ning family spread in the capital, and the Eight Princes' Mansion also received an invitation.
Looking at the invitation card with the bronzing flower in her hand, Ning Xiyue's amber eyes flashed with an unknown meaning: "Ning Shandie, your good days, all your big dreams, I'm afraid they have come to an end." ”
"Miss, that Qin Song is a sick person."
Rong Xia on the side frowned secretly, and said softly: "The third lady has always wanted to marry the prince, but now she can't get what she wants, I'm afraid she is unhappy in her heart, and that Qin Song will also be angry." ”
Ning Shandie is arrogant, although she was a concubine in the past, that did not affect her often trying her best to marry the prince.
Now not only is she not married to the prince, but she is also married to a sick seedling, I'm afraid Ning Shandie will be very unwilling!
Thinking of this, Rong Xia was a little surprised, Feng Yici is the prince, Ning Jiahe is the crown princess, Ning Shandie will marry a good man just by relying on these two people, but instead, she married Qin Shangshu's sick son, and those rumors on the stone well are really incredible.
"Rong Xia, you have always been careful, I believe, you also thought of the strangeness in this, we just need to watch the show."
Ning Xiyue's expression was faint, obviously, she didn't take this matter to heart.
Ning Shandie is arrogant and brainless, but Qin Song is not a good person. After a long time, Ning Shandie will naturally know.
Rong Xia frowned helplessly: "Princess, it's almost noon, what are we going to eat?" ”
"Just clear porridge."
Ning Xiyue sighed secretly, there seemed to be something faintly wrong in the court in the past two days, Feng Huayin and Feng Jun were busy going out early and returning late all day, but they didn't see any specific actions from Feng Yici.
Feng Yici is so leisurely, it seems that there must be something wrong with Feng Huayin's side, Ning Xiyue is a little worried, is Feng Yici's calculation successful, Feng Huayin is going to be demoted?
After Rong Xia left, Ning Xiyue said softly: "Crazy Dragon, how about I tell you to pay more attention to things in the military camp?" ”
A gust of wind blew, and the mad dragon appeared in front of Ning Xiyue, with a rare hint of respect in his tone: "Miss, there are too many soldiers in the army, and the mad dragon can't do it one by one." ”
Speaking of which, the mad head is lower, one way or another. He didn't complete the task, and that's a failure.
Ning Xiyue stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup on the table, took a light sip, and said softly: "Crazy Dragon, this is not your fault, even I can't think of any way to lure the snake out of the hole." ”
Hearing this, the mad dragon frowned, and asked in a rare puzzle: "Why does the young lady insist on checking whether there are traitors in the barracks?" ”
How can an army, with tens of millions of people at every turn, be found in a few days? What's more, if he goes in with a secret guard, if he is discovered, it is very likely that he will be regarded as a spy and affect the Eight Princes Mansion and the Ning family.
The mad dragon really couldn't understand, why didn't Ning Xiyue do something else, could it be that Ning Xiyue would still think that she was a woman who wanted to inherit the mantle of the general, and she couldn't go to the battlefield to fight?
Ning Xiyue's eyelids were lightly raised, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she waved her hand and said, "I don't need to tell you about it." ”
The dragon's face stiffened, and he immediately knelt on the ground: "Master forgive the sin, the dragon didn't mean to investigate." ”
The mad dragon was a little inexplicably annoyed, was it because his affair with Ning Xiyue was too long, so some things didn't even have a sense of proportion!
The master is the master, he is just a secret guard, how can he mix in the master's life and thoughts at will?
The more the dragon thought about it, the more he couldn't escape the blame for his death, so he simply took out the dagger on his waist and stabbed himself fiercely.
"Ding!"
A silver needle fell to the ground, and Ning Xiyue coldly withdrew her hand: "Crazy Dragon, people don't die at every turn, I still have a lot of things to do for you, you'd better keep your little life." ”
"But......" The mad dragon lowered his head, the former general's military orders were like a stream of reverse, and the most unacceptable point was to disrespect the master and spy on the master's thoughts, and he had just made this very serious mistake.
"I'm your master, and I'm in charge."
Ning Xiyue was really angry, and her voice was almost the same as usual: "Crazy Dragon, remember, under any circumstances, we have to live, as long as we live, then we can do what we want to do, if we die, then there is really nothing." ”
Since she was reborn, she had to face all kinds of powerful opponents and calculations, but even so, Ning Xiyue never thought of committing suicide.
Life is not easy, and God will not treat her twice.
The dragon was slightly stunned, he looked down at the small gap next to the dagger, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded and returned to the darkness.