Rouji observed his expression and said: "Sure enough, the princess and the consort must have other plans. They will not do this for no reason. Why does the emperor tolerate it? Do you know who the princess's biological mother is?"

Song Qingming's sweetness had already melted away, and he said displeasedly: "I don't know, you can't ask more, this is a royal secret. You, a southerner, know so much, what do you do, and don't you care about your Donglang?"

Rouji raised her eyebrows, why did she say these words so sourly? She was not the kind of woman who lived in a boudoir, and she would not let go once she noticed any clues: "My Donglang? Master Song's words are so sour.

"

Song Qingming blushed after realizing it, and whispered: "After all, you are the wife of the Song family in name, and my wife, Song Qingming. No matter how deep your love with that Donglang is, you must restrain yourself."

Rouji almost laughed out loud and joked: "My husband is jealous. Donglang and I are like siblings. He is like a relative to me. He and I are duckweeds, and we happened to be next to each other.

Destiny is intertwined."

She glanced at Song Qingming and seemed to have something to say: "But you and I are just putting on a show, and we will eventually part ways."

When Rou Ji said these words, she was not polite at all, nor did she use honorifics, but her words were sharp and she made the relationship between the two people clear. Song Qingming felt that his mouth was full of bitterness.

He sometimes thought that this woman was so good at acting that she had a good reputation in the Song Dynasty, and both her mother and sister liked her very much.

She is also gentle and considerate to herself, like a real wife.

Song Qingming was in a trance for a moment, feeling as if he had just awakened from a big dream. He smiled to himself, and then returned to the issues that Rouji was concerned about. The princess, the consort, and the fifth prince refused to enter the palace to keep vigil.

People became suspicious.

"You know this is of no use to you Nanying." Song Qingming said without hesitation: "The Song family does not know who the biological mother of His Highness Gong and the fifth prince is, but there is one thing - His Majesty's love for His Highness is unmatched by other princes.

of."

Rou Ji clicked her tongue and said, "If that one enters the palace, how can the current concubine have anything to do with her? She refuses to stay at the funeral because of her illness. Is that okay?"

Not only was she surprised, Song Qingming had more in mind. Qin Feng was also in a semi-showdown with him. Although he didn't know where he was going in the end, this time it was clear that he was really going.

Since the last time they met, he had not come to see him, and he told him not to go to the princess mansion again no matter whether his health improved or not, and even told his father to publicly exclude the fifth prince. All of this was clearly to help the Song family draw a line between themselves and them.

Song Qingming felt a little sour in his heart. Seeing his sudden depression, Rouji said sensitively: "My husband's injury has improved. Dr. Li said that he might be able to walk as usual in about ten days and then go back to work. What else is there to worry about?"

"You have gone too far, Rouji." Song Qingming said sternly, "The affairs of the Princess Mansion have nothing to do with you."

"What about the Song family?" Rouji said keenly: "The Prince Consort and His Highness have not been here for a long time. This is not like the Prince Consort's behavior. From my point of view, the Prince Consort and her husband are true friends."

After a while, Song Qingming stood up suddenly: "If you don't know what to do, just fake your death and leave the Song family."

This man is a bitch! Rouji thought to herself that he would fall out with her at any time, and hurriedly swallowed the rest of her words. If it wasn't for Dong Lang, why would she bother to provoke the consort and the princess?!

He was kind. He didn't want to take her life and let her fake her death. This man was used to being a good person, but he was too kind. Rouji looked at the back of Song Qingming who left angrily, and she couldn't help but curl up the corner of her mouth.

Song Qingming knew what he was doing, but Zuo Pingdao, who had a clue in his mind but couldn't find any evidence, was even more anxious. He seemed to have seen everything but couldn't catch Qin Feng's tricks. He was just a little short of it.

A little bit!

In Dali Temple, Zuo Pingdaoben looked at the files in front of him, but his thoughts drifted far away. His fingers tapped on the table once and again. What was the problem and what did Qin Feng want?

Are so many supplies really just sent to rest stops after going out? The frequency of going out of the city in the past six months has been too high!

Zuo Pingdao was deep in thought when Yi Zifeng came in: "Sir, Commander Yuan is here."

Zuo Pingdao opened his eyes. Before he could speak, Yuan Buqi strode in. Yi Zifeng showed displeasure. This was the territory of Daping Temple. He was so unscrupulous that he didn't take Dali Temple seriously.

meaning in.

Yuan Buqi was wearing a purple shirt today, and he was wearing a cloak even though it was a hot day. Zuo Pingdao raised his eyebrows, but he was thinking of the same thing as Yi Zifeng - he came to Dali Temple arrogantly.

Zuo Pingdao was already holding back a lot of anger. However, this person was very powerful after being re-activated by His Majesty. He could not offend him, so he signaled Yi Zifeng to go out and poured tea for Yuan Buqi himself: "Why is Commander Yuan so free?

come over?"

In fact, this tea was inconvenient for Yuan Buqi to drink. He was wearing half a mask. The mask could clearly expose his mouth, but he had to cover half of his lips. Therefore, Zuo Pingdao had never seen him eating or drinking outside.

Occasionally, I just pretend to drink tea, and I just take a sip. I don’t even know if there is enough tea in the cup.

Zuo Pingdao's pouring of water was just to express the magnanimity of Dali Temple, and he did not agree with Yuan Buqi's rash rush in.

"I would like to borrow the files on Lu Ming's murder."

This case was not handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Justice because the person behind it had not been caught. Zuo Pingdao raised his eyebrows: "Didn't the commander go to Beiguan? Why did he come back? I'll have someone take it over."

Yi Zifeng, who had just gone out, was called in again, and Zuo Pingdao arranged for him to get the file. Yi Zifeng briefly exchanged glances with Yuan Buqi, felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and immediately turned around and left.

Yuan Buqi said casually: "This Lord Shaoqing also went to the north to look for that lady."

Zuo Pingdao's heart skipped a beat, and he said without changing his expression: "Exactly."

"I had a chance encounter with that lady many years ago. In terms of appearance and temperament, the current Princess is indeed similar to her. However, there are still some differences between the two. The lady is more heroic. The reason why the Princess is so loved by Your Majesty is

One big reason.”

Zuo Pingdao thought that he had seen the lady from a distance in Luo City. Although he was wearing a curtain hat, he could still see her appearance. Unfortunately, he could not expose her, so he just responded in a dull voice: "Your Majesty is nostalgic."

"Regrets always have to be filled. If they can't be filled, they will never be forgotten." Yuan Buqi said with a smile: "I went to Beiguan and turned back halfway. There is nothing I can do. If there is any evidence, I will definitely go to Hui Zhenbeihou in person."
Chapter completed!