Chapter 22: Anger
Song Qinghui's red lips were slightly swollen, and the rest of his eyes were red. The lips soaked in red paper were kissed by Ji Fuxue, and he licked and kissed them again.
She is like a rabbit in a trap, powerless to fight back.
"Knock knock-" There were two knocks at the door, and Xiao Jiuzi's cautious voice came, "Palm print, Your Majesty's reward has arrived." ”
Ji Xiaojiu's words were simply Song Qinghui's savior.
A trace of displeasure flashed across Ji Fanxue's face, and he unwillingly let go of Song Qinghui, "Wait for me here." ”
Song Qinghui nodded, sat back in her chair, and didn't completely relax until the corner of Ji Fuxue's clothes disappeared into the medicine shop, holding her flushed cheeks and breathing heavily.
The cold air poured into her body, and her hot heart slowly cooled down.
It's so embarrassing, she actually and Ji Zhangyin are in the Imperial Medicine Workshop...... She had despised Yun Leshu in her heart before.
Song Qinghui was very remorseful, but the breath of Dongmei seemed to be still between his teeth, which was a unique taste of seasonal snow.
"How does the eunuch taste?"
Song Qinghui was startled, and when he looked back, Meng Changce was stepping on the window edge and jumped in.
Why does this man never go off the beaten path?!
"Why are you here?" Song Qinghui was alarmed in his heart, and hurriedly took two steps back.
"I can't come to this season when the snow is ploughing in the Imperial Medicine Workshop?" Meng Changce skillfully rummaged, took out the commonly used medicine and sprinkled it on the tiger's mouth, without blinking his eyes, "I don't have a man's thing, and I still want to do a man's business." ”
"What did you say?!" Song Qinghui was stunned for a second, and the next moment he glared at him angrily, how could he keep turning over the snow for Ji, his hands were dirty, his heart was dirty, and his mouth was dirty!
"I said-" Meng Changce looked down at the woman who was much smaller than him, and said word by word, "Ji Fuxue is rootless, and it is useless." ”
It's too much!
Song Qinghui's anger rose from her heart, and she stepped on his feet viciously, "I advise you to keep your mouth clean, Meng, finger, wave, make!" ”
The corners of Meng Changce's mouth twitched, and he approached her without smiling: "Who gave you the guts?" Dare to step on me. ”
"I ......" Song Qinghui bit his lip and mustered up the courage to ask, "Ji Zhangyin was injured in order to save His Majesty, and Commander Meng can only pretend to be prejudiced in his eyes, and can't see the credit?" ”
"Are you feeling sorry for him?" Meng Changce sneered, "Keep your eyes open and see clearly, who you are distressed about." ”
"You think it's all a coincidence today?" The man's brown eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous chill.
Song Qinghui was stunned, what do you mean...... Coincidental?
"Hmph, there are spies in the East Factory, and the Imperial City Division naturally has intelligence. Ji Fuxue is vicious and cunning, he doesn't know what bad water he is holding, he doesn't touch any party, but he has to stir up everything on any side. Meng Changce's words were full of contempt.
"How can Ji Zhangyin and Dongchang not worry about the Imperial City Division, and the commander still manages himself!"
Although she didn't understand the reason, it wasn't Meng Changce's turn to tell her.
Song Qinghui didn't want to argue with this person, and was unmoved by the content of his words.
Meng Changce felt a little ridiculous, and he was rarely anxious. What kind of ecstasy soup did Ji Fuxue pour her?
"In your heart, you should have killed people in the streets, but the sin is unforgivable? I'm afraid you don't know how much dirty blood Ji Fuxue has on his hands! ”
"My eyes can't deceive me, the most blood I've ever seen is thanks to Commander Meng!"
Song Qinghui tilted his head and glared at him without fear.
There seemed to be a raging fire burning in those eyes, and Meng Changce's insult to Ji Fanxue added fuel to Song Qinghui's anger.
"You ——!" Meng Changce was dumbfounded, he was a rough man, he had no ink in his belly, this little girl was sharp-toothed, and he was speechless.
His face changed a few times, and he said with a cold face: "Don't be fooled by him, don't blame Ben for not reminding you when the time comes." ”