Ghosts are not evil

Song Ling suddenly hated himself at the beginning, why did he say something that was easy for Song Xi, as if he really wanted Song Xi to be the emperor, what good would it do for Song Xi to be the emperor, although there is nothing wrong with it yes.

Song Xi let him do everything, no matter what he did, he never got angry with him, but whenever he got into trouble, the crown prince would take care of him and clean up the mess for him.

Song Xi is good at everything, but his temper is too soft, those bastards are about to climb on top of him and run wild, it's really shameful, he can't help but punish him.

Thinking about it, Song Lingwu laughed to himself. His Royal Highness might have spoiled him. When he looked up, he saw Song Xi sitting outside the hall, holding a white piece in his hand. He was concentrating on playing chess with him. Playing with the incense burner, I don't know where the princess has gone, and there is not even a servant around.

Song Ling looked terrified, fearing that the little glutinous rice dumpling-like milk doll would plunge into the incense burner, hurried forward to hug the little grandson, and scolded the incompetent father in a bad tone: "How old is he, how can you Why don’t you watch it and let the stove burn?”

Hearing the sound, Song Xi raised her noble eyes and looked over, and said calmly, "Then make a long memory."

Song Ling immediately lowered his face: "Is this how you become a father?"

The little Huangsun hugged Song Ling's neck, and coaxed in a childish voice: "Uncle Huang is not angry, Si'er is good."

Song Ling stroked Song Si's back, softened his tone, and coaxed, "The emperor is not angry."

Song Xi saw the two of them huddled together, and asked without end: "Don't you like children?"

Song Ling told him to choke on this sentence. He really didn't like children. None of the children in the whole palace had been courted by him. He couldn't say that he liked this child because he resembled him when he was young. Well, he said vaguely: "I like a well-behaved child like Song Si."

"Then what about me." The Crown Prince's words were astonishing, and Song Ling almost thought he was hallucinating: "Song Xi, are you sick?"

Song Xi didn't blink, looked at him without panting and said, "I'm dying."

Song Ling felt that the sick person might be him, or maybe he was dreaming. Seeing Song Xi reach out, clasped his wrist and lowered her body, kissed him lightly, sandwiching the ignorant Song Si in the bed. In the middle, completely pretending that he does not exist.

Song Ling came back to his senses, and took a few steps back with his arms covering his lips. He felt his feet fluttering. The dream that was not too real many years ago came to mind again, but he knew that it was not a dream, but he just regarded it as a dream. It was a dream, forgotten.

At this moment, Song Ling's rationality exploded into a firework, and he pushed Song Si back indiscriminately, taking three steps at a time, and returned to the palace in a daze.

Song Xi sighed silently in the hall, and stared at each other with Song Si: "Run away again, Song Si, is your uncle a coward?"

How could there be such a greedy and rogue person like Song Ling in the world, who couldn't let go of their friendship for many years, and didn't want to admit the troubles they had crossed and the promises they made.

Song Si called his father's name directly: "Song Xi is a coward."

Song Xi looked at the three-year-old boy as if he had become a human being, and said with a smile: "My good boy, go find your wise and mighty grandpa."

Song Si sat down and looked up at Song Xi with her small face: "Daddy, the emperor seems to be very afraid of you. Did you bully him? You said you like the emperor the most, why are you still bullying him?"

Song Xi picked up the scattered chess pieces back into the chess box, black and white pieces were mixed in it: "This is not bullying him, but just to let him understand that there is no turning back and let him go."

He was the one who provoked the person first, and he made the promise. Song Ling was ready to renege on his promise and get fat, but he didn't want to make the Queen take a beating, and Song Xi was scared out of his wits.

He didn't even dare to look at Song Xi more, and he didn't dare to ask who taught the uncle, so he packed up his things the next day and returned to Wangyou Valley as if fleeing.

Song Xi was not surprised to learn about this, Song Ling always said: "It's okay to give you a little more time."

After taking care of those troublesome things, in the spring of the second year, Xie Yin rushed to the undated date with Song Ling, holding a bunch of colorful wild flowers, wearing a goose yellow dress, drifting lightly, forgetting worries every step of the way.

Hearing the sound of people before they arrived, Xie Yin faded away all the hostility from his body, and his brows and eyes were full of soft and charming spring, with a kind of awe-inspiring beauty: "Song Ling, I'm back."

This time, Xie Yin was not missing an arm or a broken leg, and with Ghost Face by his side, it was not difficult to cook a few half-buried, greedy and old things.

It is not just a matter of a day or two for the several hall masters in the Qisha sect to compete with each other, but this time they went too far, and even united with outsiders to deal with her. The leader will not let them do this and turn Qisha upside down Xie Yin went to flick his clothes after something happened, and a lot of heads fell to the ground. Sometimes people are so short-sighted that they pick up sesame seeds and throw watermelons.

Xie Yin vaguely felt that things were not that simple. Those old things with still-dead bodies had a big appetite. To dig out such a small profit from the mouth of the adoptive father, it stands to reason that they didn't pay attention to it, and there must be huge interests behind it. Who is driving them to take risks, and what is their purpose.

The matter has come to an end for the time being, and the rest of the clues are yet to be investigated. For the time being, she can stay away from the turmoil and bloody storms in the rivers and lakes, stop for a rest, and look for Song Ling in the mountains and rivers.

At that time, Song Ling was still chasing chickens all over the yard, and finally caught them. He called Xie Yin to stop, his heart trembled, and when he turned his head, his grip on the wings of the chickens was slightly loose, and the pheasant, which had been struggling before, was facing the sky. Flapping its wings, it knocked the bouquet of flowers in Xie Yin's hand away.

For a while, the flowers flew all over the sky, and the pheasants ran through the mountains and forests. It was very lively, and in the colorful sky, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Thousands of miles away in Bianjing, Emperor Jianlong fell ill, the empress died of a sudden illness, and the prince was assassinated. The sky in Beijing is about to change.

King Cheng has been operating in the court for many years. His majesty has been seriously ill so far. King Cheng has already picked himself clean, and Princess Cheng's mother's family is Dingguo Gongfu.

In the early years, the son of Prince Cheng entered the palace to accompany His Highness the Crown Prince for several years, but in the eyes of outsiders, he finally broke up. He didn’t see the son entering the palace for a cutscene every year and festival. After careful calculation, it was just a mess Brother Cong who can't beat it, can't afford to try the risk himself.

Although the queen was born in a noble family with a prominent family, all the clan died in battle, leaving behind an orphan like the queen, who was brought into the palace by the late emperor since childhood and appointed as the crown prince concubine to comfort her uncle and elder brother's spirit in heaven, which is of no benefit to the prince.

The former emperor frequently conquered and killed Bianliang. Although he unified Bianliang, the Song family was withered and almost unsustainable. Only the two bloodlines of Prince Cheng and His Majesty remained. Muddy waters.

Duke Dingguo Zhuqingchi had no heirs, the first emperor allowed him to succeed his younger brother Shen Jinyun as the lord. Concubine, the family status is also consistent.

The ancestors of Dingguogong's branch were knighted by military exploits, and the two generations of military exploits were illustrious. But there is only such a title left, no heirs.

Shen Nianqing is currently in charge of the post of governor of Liangzhou. He has no merit or demerit. He and his uncle Zhu Qingchi only met a few times. This is a romantic son.

After Shen Nianqing's father left, the old servant in the mansion occasionally mentioned the past to him, and he had to pass along a few words about his uncle. His father's life seemed to be related to his uncle. Be a wealthy idler.

Song Xi misses Song Ling so much at this moment, but with an uncertain future, how could she be willing to drag him down.

Song Ling has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and extremely defensive. Seeing his miserable appearance, Song Ling would feel a little distressed and say a few nice words to coax him.

Since when, even Song Xi herself was not sure about Song Ling's intentions, and decided to wait until everything was settled before going to see him, but taking advantage of the queen's illness, she asked Princess Cheng to ask Cheng Wang Xiushu to inform Song Ling , so many twists and turns, just to see Song Ling.

After seeing each other, he became afraid again. He already had a wife and children, and the only thing he cared about in his heart was Song Ling.

Now that the serious injury has not healed, what Song Xi is thinking about is not the thousands of miles of land or anything else, it is really an old disease, and the medicine has no cure: "Mr. Chen, is my leg healed?"

Doctor Chen's embarrassment was written on his face: "His Highness is seriously injured, I'm afraid it's..."

Song Xi knew it well, his mother passed away, his father was seriously ill, he was not the eldest son, how many pairs of eyes were staring at him in the palace: "Forget it, don't let my father know, and never spread it out, just say that I am here. I am recuperating in the palace, but I don’t see any visitors.”

Imperial physician Chen bowed and said: "Yes, Your Highness."

The curtains in the Zichen Palace are layered and drooping, ambergris is burning in the beast stove, and the green smoke fills the room, knotted but not scattered. The old eunuch whispered something in Emperor Jianlong's ear, and Emperor Jianlong, who closed his eyes and fell asleep, supported him. Opening his eyes, he raised his hand to ask someone to help him up, and his hoarse and deep voice was mixed with a bit of sullenness: "It's wrong, everyone is wrong."

Emperor Jianlong staggered a few steps, recalling what Tan Wuxin had just said in his ear: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was assassinated in the palace last night, and the imperial physician just went to see it. There is no possibility, just rest. some time."

The dignified prince was assassinated in the palace. It was clearly telling him that there were ghosts in the palace. He wanted to see what kind of ghosts were raised in the palace.

Song Dingjun insisted on straightening his back, and his gloomy eyes were filled with a hale and hearty look, which made him look like an old man who was seriously ill: "Go, call my Minister of Civil and Military Affairs and good sons to The Zichen Palace came, and they didn’t arrive within two quarters of an hour, so they will all be dismissed and investigated.”

The old eunuch pointed to a few close servants: "Call one of the empress and the empress dowager to go, hurry up."

Even though he has been ill for a long time, the emperor's demeanor is engraved in Emperor Jianlong's bones. Song Dingjun glanced at the old eunuch who was supporting him, and calmed down. He still has a lot to say to the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty: " Old man, can you change my clothes for me?"

The old eunuch was a bit hunched, but his steps were very steady. He held Song Dingjun's court clothes, bowed his head and said reverently: "As long as the old minister lives, he can still serve His Majesty for a day."

Whose country is this, the Chu family, the Song family, or the world, Song Dingjun couldn't help thinking about it.

His aunt destroyed the Kingdom of Liang, forced his mother and concubine to death, changed his surname to Song, brought him up, and inherited this country for thousands of miles. What should he hate, hate this Haiyan Heqing?

Husband and wife turned against each other, fratricide, this peaceful and prosperous age was built with bones and poured with blood. Today, his prince wants to repeat history again, and he will never allow it.