Author: Liuyun Hairpin

After all, this palace banquet would not be as formal as the last time, and everyone seemed more casual. Song Qinghuai had something to do in the camp, so he resigned from Emperor Liang after a short stay.

Song Qingan hardly ate much, and after Song Qinghuai left, she couldn't sit still.

The maiko entered the stage, and the previous sound of silk and bamboo slowly stopped, and the dance music was changed.

Seeing that most of the people's attention was attracted by the dance, Song Qing'an counted the time and planned to leave.

She waved back, and Zhu Yan leaned over, listening to Song Qing'an say: "I'm a little drunk, please help me go later."

Zhu Yan looked at his princess with clear eyes, understood in her heart, and responded naturally.

After ordering the bamboo smoke, Song Qingan twisted the pastry in front of him and started eating it in small bites.

Most of the dishes at the palace banquet were prepared in advance and were already cold when they were delivered to them. They had no flavor. Only the pastries could barely be tasted.

She was a little distracted, thinking that she would have to ask the small kitchen to prepare something to eat when she returned to the palace.

After finishing the cakes in her hands, Song Qing'an glanced up intentionally or unintentionally, and she felt a little relieved when she saw that Pei Qing didn't look here. As for Emperor Liang...he didn't care about anyone around him.

Song Qing'an was in a good mood. He closed his eyes and leaned back slightly, pretending to be drunk. Zhu Yan kept saying "Princess, you are drunk" and hurriedly helped Song Qing'an out of the palace.

The dancer's sleeves fluttered, she danced slowly, and her figure was graceful. Pei Qing scanned the corner lightly, only to find that there was no one in the corner.

He frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

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After leaving Xuanhua Hall, she stopped pretending to be drunk. Seeing that it was still early, Song Qingan had no intention of returning to the palace in a sedan chair.

"You go back first, I'll walk around."

There are many more Yulin guards on duty in the palace today, so it is naturally safer than usual. But Zhu Yan is still a little worried: "Princess, let the maid follow you."

"No, you go back to the palace. When Xiaotao comes back, remember to prepare her to see me."

Seeing Song Qing'an's resolute attitude, Zhu Yan stopped insisting and retreated hesitantly.

Song Qing'an let out a breath and waited until he was sure that the bamboo smoke was far away before moving.

When they reached a fork in the road, a hand suddenly stretched out from the palace road beside him and pulled Song Qing'an in.

This happened so suddenly that Song Qingan didn't have time to think carefully about the possibility and subconsciously touched the hairpin on his bun.

Before she had time to pull out the hairpin, the person behind her let go of her arm and gave her a chop on the wrist where she was taking the hairpin. Song Qing'an felt numbness in her wrist and lost strength.

"Princess, don't panic, it's me." Lang Lang's voice came, and Song Qing'an's struggling movements paused, as if he had reacted.

The hand covering his face loosened, Song Qing'an took a few breaths, and hit her back with her elbow as if in embarrassment. But Pei Qing moved faster, and he hugged her tightly and restrained her arms.

He buried his head in her neck and muttered: "The princess has seduced our family and she wants to escape halfway?"

Song Qingan's body stiffened slightly. God knows, she just wanted to tease him when she fell.

Although I thought about the possibility that Pei Qing would care, I didn't expect that he would just run out to find her.

Thinking of this, Song Qingan felt somewhat guilty.

Hot air sprayed on the side of her neck. Half of Song Qingan's body was numb, but she didn't dare to hide. She lowered her head slightly and said softly: "Pei Palmprint... I'm just a little drunk."

"drunk?"

The person behind him chuckled. He straightened up, pulled Song Qingan over, stared into her clear eyes, and mocked: "I don't know if that fruit drink can be intoxicating?"

Song Qingan coughed lightly and lowered his eyes to avoid Pei Qing's gaze.

"Pei Zhangyin came to me, what exactly did he do?"

But Pei Qing raised her face and forced her to look at him: "I haven't seen the princess for some time, and I want to get close to her."

The words coming out of Pei Qing's mouth were somewhat shocking.

Then I saw Song Qing'an's eyes widened slightly, showing a rare hint of fear.

It is rare to see Song Qingan's fear.

"Pei...why don't Pei Zhangyin go to my palace?"

Song Qing'an ignored his racing heart and said Wei Wei. Then he heard Pei Qing's lazy voice and said very casually: "Don't you think this is exciting, princess?"

Song Qing'an cursed secretly in his heart, but remained timid: "But there are people coming and going here, if you are seen..."

Hearing this, Pei Qing took a few steps forward, forcing Song Qing'an to step back unconsciously.

"What is the princess afraid of?"

"I'm just worried that someone will make a fuss about this to embarrass Mu Zhi..."

Song Qing'an said without confidence, and then he felt Pei Qingsen's cold gaze fall.

"Don't worry, princess, no one will have the courage."

"Or is it that the princess... is actually worried about herself?"

Song Qing'an stepped back. As soon as Pei Qing finished speaking, she pressed against the palace wall behind her. The cold and hard touch made Song Qing'an feel excited.

But she frowned and scolded, with a hint of resentment: "I'm really worried about Pei Zhangyin. It's really sad that Pei Zhangyin misses me so much."

Pei Qing hummed, but let go of her hand on her chin.

Song Qing'an's eyes flickered, and her fingers hooked the jade belt around his waist, pulling him closer. Pei Qing lowered his eyes, and the shadow almost completely enveloped Song Qing'an.

"Actually... I also miss the palm print very much."

Song Qing'an raised his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips: "I like the clothes sent by Pei Zhangyin very much."

"As long as the princess likes it."

Pei Qing gently brushed away the fine hair on her cheek with his fingertips and asked in a low voice: "Where is the princess on the night she leaves the palace?"

The smile on Song Qingan's lips almost froze.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Pei Qing patiently added: "That time with His Highness the Second Highness."

"Pei Zhangyin asked why..."

Song Qingan secretly bit the tip of his tongue, and the slight sting made his mind clear for a moment.

"It's nothing." Pei Qing's eyes were cold, "We are worried that the princess and His Highness will see something they shouldn't see."

Did Pei Qing find out?

Song Qing'an had a lot of emotions at the moment, but his face remained normal: "My brother and I were listening to a play on the boat that day."

"Yeah?"

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to ask something else when she heard someone's voice not far away.

In fact, he had heard it a long time ago, but he just didn't mention it to Song Qing'an. At this time, Song Qing'an could also detect the movement.

"Pei Zhangyin, someone is coming."

Song Qingan shook Pei Qing's hand, unable to conceal his anxiety.

This is a dead end. If someone comes here, they can't avoid it and they are destined to be seen.

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows, still showing the presence of the old god: "We have never heard any sound. I think the princess heard it wrong."

Song Qingan was not sure at first, but when Pei Qing said this, she was sure that Pei Qing had discovered it long ago.

He deliberately didn't tell her!

The human voice sounded closer and closer. Song Qing'an called out "palm print" repeatedly. She was afraid of being heard, so she naturally lowered her voice and made her voice small and thin, pleading and pleading.

Pei Qing smoothed her hair and said, "What is the princess so afraid of? Your Majesty will not really blame our family."

Song Qing'an said that you are not afraid of me. She listened carefully and found that the footsteps were almost reaching the alley where they were. Song Qing'an gritted his teeth secretly, and a haze slipped through his eyes.

She grabbed Pei Qing's collar and pulled him towards her, standing on tiptoes to meet him.

Their lips and teeth collided, almost violently. Song Qingan couldn't control his strength and knocked hard, causing tears to well up in his eyes.
Chapter completed!