I just like the Prime Minister

The so-called sincerity leads to spirit, as if no matter what becomes a belief, it will always come true one day.

Song Yingluo felt that she had had a long dream. In the dream, she first felt uncomfortable and suffocated. Her limbs and bones seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants and insects. This lingering and continuous torture seemed to drag her into the The abyss on the other side.

She has been insisting on running her inner strength and resisting the abyss, but she is weak, and the meridians around her body seem to be tightly blocked, and she cannot break free at all.

She was almost exhausted trying to break free from the shackles. When she was about to be unable to hold on anymore, the male god Gu Xuecheng who had been revered by her for many years fell from the sky with a smile and stabbed her without hesitation. This knife directly made her fall from the abyss With the strength that broke out of the cocoon, she somehow felt that the stab...was quite comfortable.

However, before she rushed forward to tell the male god with a look of longing, the male god fell from the sky and asked her why such a good little girl wanted to poach her corner, and added at the end, "Your husband I'm still waiting for you, go back quickly", and disappeared with Gu Xuecheng after finishing speaking.

There was no rationality in the dream, Song Yingluo only felt that she was very lost after being sent off like this, but she still had doubts about the words of the dreamer. She told herself that she had slept enough, it was time to wake up, and if she went back to sleep, I’m afraid I will miss the beautiful dream arranged by God.

Song Yingluo embraced the beautiful wish of waking up to be a good husband, forced herself out of the chaotic consciousness, opened her drowsy eyelids with mixed doubts, and saw her cousin with a tired expression when she opened her eyes——scared her I quickly closed my eyes.

This is not good, she said in her heart, if this is the case, my emperor will have to take my skin and fly it as a kite... No, no, change it...

Opening her eyes again, the emperor with an expressionless face came into view—this time the imperial concubine closed her eyes and closed her eyes a little desperately, this is not okay... She thought to herself, although thousands of women in the world want to gallop in the harem for queens and concubines , but this is really a trap, especially if they don't even know that the current emperor is a brazen retarded person. Ever since she boarded the emperor's thief ship, she always wants to kill the king for thirteen hours a day... It is simply not a human life... …No, no, this can’t be counted, let’s do it all over again.

When Song Yingluo was fighting with heaven and man, trying to prolong the time a little longer, so as to give "faith" enough time to think about it, and then fulfill her promise after thinking about it, a voice ruthlessly interrupted her unrealistic but very beautiful wish.

Li Chengzuo: "Stop pretending, I saw you opened your eyes..."

Song Yingluo: "..."

Song Yingluo thought, bastard, is it too late to squeeze this girl?

Although there is no good end to insulting the king, but she only curses in her heart, presumably there will be no disasters involving the nine clans.

Song Yingluo has never experienced such a difficult awakening - the sky and the earth are not full of stars for a moment, and she seems to be in the prehistoric prehistoric times, the night is like the light of the eclipse of the sun and the moon, and the time is wiped out.

If it weren't for the anger towards this shameless emperor, Song Yingluo felt that she really didn't have the strength to value the world.

Seeing the sun again this time, she finally saw a slightly unfamiliar face. There was a kind of heroic spirit between the man's brows, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his silent appearance only added a trace of solemnity to him. This kind of eye-catching romantic is not as elegant and handsome as Jiang Xizhu, although he is still good-looking, but maybe because he drinks the wind and eats the sand at the border, he looks a lot more serious than the young men of the same age in Beijing—abbreviated as Xian old.

It was only then that Song Yingluo recognized that this was actually the Major General of the Shuai Mansion, the imaginary love rival Pei Wenyuan whom Li Chengzuo had tossed and tossed many times in different ways a few days ago.

Concubine Song finally found the source of the "digging the wall" in her dream - she endured the untimely conjectures of the bastard emperor by Li Chengzuo's side every day, and she had what she saw every day and dreamed at night. She was extremely disappointed——since it was a dream, then the blessing of her male god might not be enough to give her the blessing of "mother-in-law".

Pei Wenyuan was summoned by Jiang Xizhu to see Song Yingluo's situation. It happened that the imperial concubine was slowly waking up from a coma. Before he had time to rejoice that his method was effective, he saw that the imperial concubine who had just escaped from death showed a face that could be called "disgusting" " disappointed expression, as if the dream of a girl with a shower of petals has been shattered silently.

Pei Wenyuan: "..."

Pei Wenyuan got goosebumps from his own understanding, saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and he didn't know if he was against the capital's horoscope, saving people could save this inexplicable grievance.

General Pei felt that he couldn't bear it... he could only continue to bear it. What should I do? Murder is not a crime, and he doesn't know who to blame.

Jiang Xizhu was ignorant of Song Yingluo's messy thoughts. When she saw her wake up, her tense spirit relaxed, and her body involuntarily staggered forward. Fortunately, Li Chengzuo was on the side to catch him.

Everything around her finally came back to Song Yingluo's thoughts gradually.

The yellow gauze curtain is bright yellow silk and satin, and the little palace daughter in her palace is weeping with joy, her sight gradually becomes clear, the blue-gray bricks, the carved bed, the ink brush and ink used the night before have dried up, and they are messed up in the yellow dragon carving. On the rosewood overlord... So far Song Yingluo can't justify not being able to recognize it - this is Li Chengzuo's bedroom.

Why is she here?

The scene before the coma finally began to come back to her mind - she came to Li Chengzuo to worry about him, but Li Chengzuo preemptively used some old court news to frighten her so much that she couldn't eat any snacks... Then what happened? What?dessert……

Song Yingluo thought in horror, am I poisoned?

Concubine Song's mind may have inspected the thousands of miles of Dayu's territory, and she finally came back in a daze, and finally realized the whole story - Li Chengzuo's ridicule that her mind is thicker than Tiechu is a bit flattering her, but now it seems , Song Guifei's thoughts are definitely comparable to the century-old trees in the imperial garden.

It didn't matter if she thought about it, her whole body was cold from head to toe, and she remembered when she turned over - but she didn't turn over.

She didn't know that she had just received a few more brutal stabs in several big holes—Pei Wenyuan's hands trembled a little under the eyes of His Majesty, who didn't know whether it was encouragement or connivance. I was really afraid that His Majesty the Emperor would "accidentally" put Song Yingluo to death, and then put the blame on him—he even doubted that the Emperor really thought so.

Therefore, Pei Wenyuan calmed down, and in the end he decided to do it himself.

This treatment method is crude but has immediate results. If a person can wake up, there will be no serious problems. However, excessive blood loss and damage to the heart veins, resting is inevitable.

Even though Concubine Song is physically and mentally strong at this moment, she cannot escape the tragic fate of her being unable to get up at this time.

However, Song Yingluo didn't know the details, she only thought of Gu Xuecheng's smiling knife in the dream, which made her head to toe cold suddenly - this dream was too real, and she didn't know which grandson took advantage of her coma to complain.

She moved again, to make sure that she really couldn't get up, and suddenly felt dizzy, dizzy, and painful all over, and she became weak and frail, and said to Li Chengzuo: "Your Majesty, am I almost dying?" She He snorted twice in self-pity, and worried about his heart, "Without such a wise and capable person like me, what would you do... I'm so worried for you."

Li Chengzuo: "..."

Sure enough, I should have done it myself just now, and it would be perfect to borrow a knife to kill someone and take the opportunity to set the blame!

"The noble concubine will be fine when she wakes up..." Li Chengzuo said expressionlessly, "You have to thank General Pei if you can wake up... If you can't think of how to thank the general, I will decide for you..."

"I'm wrong!" Song Yingluo was a half-cripple, and she could read words while lying on the bed. Seeing that Li Chengzuo couldn't say anything good, she immediately felt that she could make a beautiful appearance on stage, and said, "I'm so dizzy... ...Ah, what did you say, Your Majesty... why can't I hear you..."

Everyone: "..."

Some people are pitiful when they are lying down, and disgusted when they are alive. Song Yingluo is simply the best.

Li Chengzuo did not shy away from showing his dislike of "my previous worries were superfluous", waved and recruited a group of palace servants, the waiters and the medicine feeders. Forget it, the official has been postponed for trial, and the newly promoted one is a well-known genius doctor in the folk, surnamed Jing, who has excellent medical skills but has no understanding of officialdom, so he has never been considered outstanding. Take care of Song Yingluo's condition.

Even though Song Yingluo had a thick skin like a mountain, she was ashamed to be mean-spirited in front of all the imperial physicians and palace officials, and she was actually not that comfortable. Only when acquaintances were present, she could rely on familiar nonsense to divert her spirit. The joy and happiness of the rest of the life after the catastrophe were washed away by idle people, and the discomfort intensified.

She had just overdrawn the last bit of energy left after she was weak and weak, and it is a good thing if she didn't use it on the reflection of the light. Anyone who knows how she comforts herself will understand that the imperial concubine persuades whoever wants to commit suicide. Where did it come from.

Thinking of this, even though the palace servants fed her two mouthfuls of unpalatable and deadly medicine, she just felt that it might taste a little better than this stuff.

A person with weak qi and blood needs to recuperate. Physician Jing came to take her pulse, explained a few taboos to the palace staff, and turned to report to the emperor.

The medicine she took just now contained sleeping ingredients. Listening to Doctor Jing's cold voice, she felt drowsy for a while, and there was a hazy phantom in front of her eyes, as if she would fall asleep in the next moment, but she dared not sleep because she always felt that she What else has not been completed in time-that is a very important thing, so don't say it.

Report... Song Yingluo thought in a mess, oh yes!She hasn't had time to tell the emperor about the news sent up below...

The author has something to say: A girl asked General Pei if he knew the emperor and the prime minister?

Don't make trouble... General Pei, as the emperor's imaginary enemy, has loved caterpillars, just passed the phoenix, and is picked up by the emperor from time to time for various spurs... If he doesn't know, his IQ is too worrying.

General Pei: Don't ask any more... It's all fucking tears, so when will I go back to Liaodong?

Author: (mysterious smile)

Recently, the writing is too fast, many details have not had time to fix, there are many typos and so on.I was going to find a typo and other problems for a day, so the students who followed the article found that I frequently made fake changes, so please don't type.

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