Chapter 93: Madame, Is This Jealous? (2)
In the end, he walked out alive...... At the age of twelve, he stood in the court and became a knife in the hands of his enemies. At the age of fifteen, he entered the barracks to lead the soldiers to fight, at the age of eighteen he was in charge of the military power, and at the age of nineteen he was named Prime Minister Zhao, and he was above 10,000 people under one person.
Later, just when the old emperor thought he was a puppet after he listened, he killed the emperor in the dragon bed, imprisoned the prince, and established King Zhao as the emperor.
Since then, there has only been a cold-hearted and cold-hearted Prime Minister Zhao in the world.
Song Qing felt the powerful murderous aura emanating from him, and subconsciously couldn't help but shrink his neck.
But seeing that he didn't seem to be breathing the right breath, Song Qing reached out and poked his arm.
"Zhao Cheng, are you okay?"
Zhao Cheng, a legendary character, used to be a person for Song Qing, no matter what he experienced, it was just a character who existed in history.
So if you've seen it, forget it.
After all, he is too far away for himself, and speaking of which, I only remember that there was such a person in history who was ruthless and ruthless, but he was a spoiled wife.
Maybe it's because the Song Qing in history has the same name as herself, so she is impressed by him.
watched a TV series adapted from him, and chased a romance adapted from him.
Originally, this person only existed in legends, and he would not have any intersection with himself.
But now, people who only exist in history for others are sitting next to her at this time.
Therefore, what he experienced was real, and now seeing him in such a cold appearance, Song Qing felt very uncomfortable.
Everyone only saw that he was strong, but they didn't think that the reason why he was so strong was because he was burdened too much.
The sudden sourness in her heart made her feel the urge to reach out and hug him.
Zhao Yu, who was sitting on the side watching TV, felt the murderous aura on his father's body, and couldn't help but scream.
"Daddy"
Zhao Cheng listened to Song Qing and his son's voice, and the cold murderous aura on his body instantly faded.
The clenched fist and hand were slowly released, and Zhao Cheng glanced at his son and Song Qing, and said in a deep voice.
"I'm fine."
Song nodded lightly, "It's okay, you were quite scary just now." ”
Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, reached out and clasped her wrist, and looked at her eyes seriously.
"Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you."
Song Qing's heart skipped a beat when he met his serious eyes, the man was too serious.
The gaze that looked at her was very gentle and sincere, but Song Qing didn't dare to look at it.
Because that's not looking at her.
She knew that it was another person, not herself.
She's not the one in his eyes, either.
Song Qing quickly withdrew his hand and couldn't help but say stiffly, "Don't recognize the wrong person, I'm Song Qing, but I'm not the Song Qing in your eyes." ”
"......" Zhao Cheng chuckled, "Madam, is this jealousy?" ”
Song Qing was stunned for a moment and glared at him, "Who is your wife, who, who is jealous, do I seem to be the kind of person who will be jealous?" ”
It is impossible to be jealous.
"That's probably what I read wrong." Zhao Cheng nodded and didn't say anything.
"What is possible, there is no such thing." Song retorted.
Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and nodded, "No, there won't be!" ”
Watching the TV, the time passed unconsciously, and in a blink of an eye, it was past six o'clock in the evening.
At this time, Song Ma Lin Chu made a large table of dishes on the table.
Color, flavor, and flavor.
Lin Chu brought the last pot of braised pig's trotters and boiled pig's trotters with red beans to the table, and then shouted towards the sofa.
"We're all here for dinner."
"Yes, aunt." Zhao Cheng nodded and followed Song Qing and sat down at the table together.
At the dining table, Song Ma kept putting vegetables in the bowls of Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yu.