Song Qingyun is not the kind of person who hides her thoughts, if she doesn't ask some things clearly, she will suffocate to death.

"Lord Jing, although I don't remember how I gave birth to Doubao with you, but raw rice is cooked for rice, and I can only accept this reality."

"But...... I want a clear answer now, will you marry me? ”

Mu Qingao poured wine for a moment, a trace of distress and helplessness flashed in his long narrow black eyes, and suddenly a smile overflowed on his lips, "What do you think?" ”

When Song Qingyun saw him playing Tai Chi, he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

"Since you are not willing to tell the truth, then I will tell you my true thoughts, I cannot marry you, first, although I am a single mother, but my lover can only have one wife from me, and I cannot share my husband's love with other women; Second, I want to live an idyllic life, without intrigue, without deceit, which looks simple, but in fact, the prince can't give it. So the long pain is better than the short pain, the prince should not have me, let me and Doubao go. ”

Mu Qingao's cold face had a bitter smile, "Miss Song, how do you know that I can't give you the life you want if you don't try?" ”

Song Qingyun was stunned, and only replied coldly after a while, "Just by the first point, Wang slut, but the emperor gave you a marriage, and you have to marry someone......

Qingyun was about to continue, but found that Mu Qingao suddenly stood up, the lights in the tent were dim, and there was a faint shadow on his face, and the cold wind outside blew, bringing in a small amount of flying snow, and as soon as it hit the ground, it melted.

"If you believe me, I will give you the life you want, if you don't believe ......"

Song Qingyun's heart slammed up, and his eyes locked on the handsome Mu Qingao.

“…… There is no second possibility, you can rest well. ”

His footsteps paused at the door, and he turned to look at Qingyun with burning eyes, "...... I give you a clear answer, I will not marry anyone else, you will still be my wife after all, whether you want it or not. ”

In the blink of an eye, the tent was empty, Qingyun relieved his mind, looked down, and at some point there was a pot of warm wine in his hand, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

At night, a carriage suddenly appeared on the rugged mountain road, the sound of the horse's hooves was light and sometimes heavy, walking slowly, the driver was bent and shrunk into a ball, and did not drive the tired horse forward, and soon the carriage deviated from the normal road, and neither the man nor the horse knew that there was a cliff not far ahead.

The cold night in the mountains was so cold that people couldn't afford to have any desire to live, and a hairy head suddenly stuck out from behind the curtain, and he looked at it for a long time, patting the car door, trying to remind the driver that he was going the wrong way.

Several black-clothed people hiding in the shadows looked at each other, their eyes showed a hint of pride, and after one of them made a gesture, several people quickly approached the carriage, and when they raised their knives to look at the carriage, the coachman who was pretending to sleep suddenly jumped up, waved his hand, and the swords collided, making a piercing sound.

For a while, the screams of women, the neighing of horses, and the clashing of swords resounded through the valley, and the men in black frequently besieged the motorists by virtue of their numerical superiority.

No matter how skilled the driver is, it is impossible to protect himself while taking care of the woman in the car, and soon his back and arms were cut by a knife, and the red blood dripped on the snow, and gradually his physical strength was exhausted, and he began to desperately urge the carriage to leave.

The man in black struck left and right, not allowing the carriage to jump and run on the road, one of them suddenly turned his blade and stabbed the horse's buttocks, the horse was in pain, regardless of the driver's command, picked up his hooves and ran forward, and it didn't take long to hear the desperate cry of a woman from under the cliff, and in a moment the whole valley returned to calm.

The stunned driver let out a long roar, raised the sword in his hand and slashed desperately at the man in black, but finally let the man in black run away without a trace because he was outnumbered.

The horses that fell to death and the people on the cart are like weeds growing in the lows of a mountain stream, and it doesn't matter if they exist or not, some people may remember them, but it is even more difficult to find their traces than to climb to the sky.

It won't be long before the spring flowers bloom, and the flowers and plants of the mountain stream will be nourished by sufficient fertilizer, and the branches and leaves will flourish, and the flowers will be clustered, and everything will be hidden in the soil and disappear with the wind.

After Wang Shuqi got the news, she sneered for a long time, she rubbed the bracelet on her wrist, and her cold eyes looked at the kneeling person on the ground.

"Your mother and sister are in my hands, what to do next, you should be clear, right?"

The people on the ground were obviously stunned, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Wang Shuqi in disbelief, "Miss, I'm waiting for an adult to spend a lot of money to work for Miss, naturally understand the rules of survival, everyone will be tight-lipped about tonight's matter, and never reveal half a word, why does Miss bother to cross the river and tear down the bridge?" ”

"Hehe, I only believe in the words of the dead."

The kneeling man suddenly became angry, jumped up with a "rub", and was just about to exert his might, not wanting a tearing pain in his chest, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body shook violently, the pain was extreme, the green tendons on his face were bulging, and he stared at Wang Shuqi in horror and asked, "...... What have you done to me? ”

"I said, I only believe in the dead, you should also go on the road, rest assured, I will take good care of your relatives until you die." Wang Shuqi had a hideous smile on his cold face, and when he watched the man fall to the ground and die, his eyelids trembled, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he rushed out of the room like a fly, vomiting wildly.

"Miss, just ask the slave to do these things, why do you bother yourself?" In the other room, gold and silver branches rushed out, one handing water and the other handkerchief.

"Hehe, you think I want to turn myself into a ruthless person?"

Wang Shuqi grabbed the handkerchief and dipped the corners of his mouth, and a touch of fierceness appeared on his pale face, "The hardships I have suffered in Biansai must be returned to Song Qingyun twice, if she doesn't die, I won't live a day." ”

"Miss, the prince arranged for you to go to Shudi, it can be seen that there is still a young lady in his heart." Yinzhi gently rubbed her chest, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Miss doesn't know yet, does she? The lord sent a letter, saying that the prince of Jing mentioned in the war report that the young lady taught the soldiers to weave woolen sweaters, which not only boosted morale but also solved the problem of the soldiers not wearing warmth. ”

Wang Shuqi was stunned, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he was quickly replaced by surprise, "Is this really the case?" ”

"Absolutely." The golden branch also echoed.

Wang Shuqi, who was still cold before, changed his face, and finally picked up the teacup in Jin Zhi's hand and took a sip, with a smile on his lips that everyone should have, "I still laugh when I am a prince, but I didn't expect him to be a man who believes in his word." ”

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