Your Majesty, Your Highness.

Song Yisheng came back to his senses, and the two muttering guards were glared at by Luo Feng fiercely and left in a gray manner.

Although the imperial guards were all guarding outside the courtyard, it was hard to guarantee that none of their ears would stick out to hear such a sentence, how dare they talk about rounding up Fang Qian here.

Isn't this looking for death?

Luo Feng was furious, what happened to these two guys today.

However, he didn't rush to clean up the two, and turned to Song Yisheng to remind him: "That's the chief manager of Fu'an in front of Your Majesty." ”

Song Yisheng reacted immediately, bowed slightly to Fu'an in front of the door, and stood up with his robe.

Fu'an smiled, he had just come out of the house, but he didn't hear the discussion, but Song Yisheng's slow appearance made him anxious.

His Majesty waited for fifteen years to get back his beloved eldest princess, how could he have so much patience to wait for him Song Yisheng to come back to his senses.

Hurry in to testify and pick up the princess.

Fu An'an said, leading Song Yisheng, who had a wooden face, into the door.

Of course, Luo Feng couldn't follow the face saint, so he turned his head and went to find trouble with the two broken-mouthed guards.

In the house, the emperor sat on the head, Changning sat next to him, and Zheng Anhou was given a side seat.

However, Zheng Anhou still had a flattering face towards the emperor, but when he turned to Song Yisheng, he glanced at him angrily and urged him to hurry up.

Those ministers in the court and the restless Qin family are all fixed on him in the Zheng'an Hou Mansion, waiting for news.

"See Your Majesty." Song Yisheng saw Changning sitting upright, his throat moved, but his legs naturally bowed down and kowtowed.

He longed for the face of the king day and night, longing for such a day.

But I didn't expect this day to really come, and I was in such a mood.

Confused.

And panic.

The script that was originally set, he didn't know how to act for a moment.

It's just because of that transfiguration.

Yang Dehai just wanted to give it, it should be this matter, Fang Qian was able to successfully avoid the eyeliner of a city, all because of the help of the disguise technique.

Fang Qian has a disguise technique.

Not only did the disguise technique exist, but it also fell into Fang Qian's hands, so to speak......

Song Yisheng couldn't dare to think about it anymore.

There were thousands of reasons for the determination of Mo Chengyin's identity before, but now the three words of the disguise technique have shaken all the previous rock-solid reasons.

Perhaps, she was prepared for a long time, and she disguised herself as Mo Chengyin and blended around him.

Shows excellent potential for meticulous work, is smart and decisive.

and the cooperation of the four black-clothed men who rescued Fang Qian at the beginning, forcing him to walk into the urn step by step.

Now, it's time for her to reap the fruits of her victory.

Song Yisheng raised his head and looked directly at Changning.

The girl's eyes were calm and she looked down at him as well.

Of course, Changning discovered Song Yisheng's anomaly.

No matter in this life or previous life, Song Yisheng is not a person who will be afraid, otherwise he would not dare to commit this monstrous case, and a frightened and stupid expression at this moment must have something else hidden.

"Qing'an Hou?" Fu'an called for the emperor, but the emperor raised his palm and looked at Changning with Song Yisheng's gaze.

"Qing'anhou, don't you know me?" Changning felt the emperor's gaze fall on him and stood up.

As soon as she got up, Zheng Anhou naturally had to stand up.

The pressure on Song Yisheng suddenly became even greater.

Changning paced a few steps and stood in front of Song Yisheng.

The girl folded her hands in front of her abdomen and turned slightly sideways to him, noble and proud.

Song Yisheng raised his head and saw the girl's slender and white neck, her chin was raised just right, and the arc was beautiful.

But such a beautiful scenery fell in Song Yisheng's eyes, but it was a terrible memory.

In the eight years since his father's death, not a single day has passed since he did not live in the shadow of this beautiful jaw.

Liu Huazhang.

She's so high and unattainable.

Everyone is saying how blessed he is to marry the eldest lady of the Liu family, who is the favorite of the old general.

Steady progress is just around the corner.

Only he knew that he had almost broken his neck in order to look up at the beautiful jaw that had obsessed him with it.

Every time she rode the snow waves and came with joy, he was frantically tormented by this pain.

Song Yisheng thought that such days were over.

Her noble head was cut off, and he could no longer look up.

But today, the nightmare returns.

He looked at Changning's neck, his heart beating violently, pounding in his chest, and he almost wanted to jump out.

"Qing'an Hou," Changning's chin was raised higher, his eyelids drooped, and Song Yisheng's perspective looked up, and those beautiful eyes narrowed into a line, drawing a beautiful arc along the upward corners of his eyes.

The arc of the phoenix's tail feathers is high, so high, looking at all things.

The corners of Changning's lips were hooked, did he finally realize it.

It was a fitting time.

The curvature of Changning's lips became deeper and deeper, even if Song Yisheng couldn't react, she planned to unveil her hole cards at this time.

When he was most proud, about to spread his wings and fly high, he smashed his dreams and broke his wings.

"Song Yisheng." Changning turned around slightly, facing him.

Song Yisheng looked up at her and knelt in front of Changning.

The girl bent down.

The eyes of the two met, Changning's slender eyelashes flickered like butterflies, and Song Yisheng's face and his pure dimples were reflected in the black pupils.

"I am," Changning's voice hissed, and he spit out his name without waiting for any emotion in his calm tone: "Liu Huazhang." ”

Song Yisheng's mind buzzed, and the face of the red-spotted girl in front of him flickered with the stunning beauty in his memory, overlapping in front of his eyes, and the familiar outline gradually emerged in front of him.

"No...... Impossible......" Song Yisheng sat down backwards with a flutter, supporting the ground with both hands.

Changning took a deep breath and straightened up.

A mouthful of resentment that had been accumulated for eight years was slowly spit out.

"Qing'an Hou, what are you talking about, didn't Your Highness save you?" Zheng Anhou didn't understand what Song Yisheng was crazy about, so he hurriedly reminded him.

The emperor glanced at Zheng Anhou, "Aiqing is in a hurry, let him speak slowly." ”

"Song Yisheng," the emperor spat out his name.

"Your Majesty......" Song Yisheng's heart was pounding, but his chaotic spinning brain forced himself to calm down, calm down, calm down.

"The minister is here." He kowtowed to the ground and answered first.

Changning had already turned around, and the fragrant breeze from the corner of his skirt reached the tip of Song Yisheng's nose close to the ground, making his mind a mess.

"Do you know that the eldest lady of the Liu family is my princess, the princess of Changning of Da Chu?" The emperor asked.

"Minister, minister just knew." Song Yisheng said what was in the script.

Zheng Anhou's heart fell to the ground slightly.

"Now in this Chang'an City, only you and Changning spend the most time together, you can come and see if this is my Changning, the original eldest lady of the Liu family." The emperor asked.

Song Yisheng's answer will be written on the roster of the Great Chu royal family, which will become a strong proof that Changning will restore the status of the princess.

Song Yisheng trembled all over, and he didn't dare to look at Changning.

She's not, she's not!

He cried out in his heart.

You can't let Liu Huazhang become the princess of Changning, never!

His Majesty's precious daughter will definitely be spoiled by heaven if she recovers, and when the time comes, she will be torn into pieces on trumped-up charges.

The emperor would not hesitate to agree.

Song Yisheng raised his head suddenly, and a word was on his lips.

But Changning's smile on one side was imprinted in his eyes.

Say no now.

It's late.