Chapter 20: The emperor who murdered his wives (7)

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Song Zheng suddenly appeared, startling both of them in the room.
Fortunately, Wen Ying responded quickly and consciously eased the lines of her face. Then she bent her eyebrows. "Why did you come back suddenly?"
Song Zheng walked in, "What are you doing?"
"Let Qiu Se take care of it for me, this girl, said that this one is not good-looking, and opposed me." She groaned, "Do you look good?"
"Qiu Se" hung a heart in her throat. Madam, is this crazy? There are more hairpins for no reason. Isn't she afraid of Master Song?
If the window paper is broken, it's really broken through the sky!
But if she stepped forward to block, it must have been even stranger, and she could only watch, Wen Ying handed the jade hairpin that Wei Lingheng picked out from thousands of choices to Song Zheng.
Song Zheng took a closer look and said, "It's very good for you."
Wen Ying revealed a look of surprise, and the pear vortex on her cheeks was extremely sweet.
"Qiu Se" breathed out in the bottom of his heart, but it was strange, Madam, is this sure that Master Song doesn't know this hairpin?
Of course, Wen Ying knows that, based on the relationship between the original owner and Song Zheng, he has not had the same room several times a year. Where can he remember what is in her jewelry box? She was not worried about the hosta, but ...
"Who are you sending this letterhead to?" Sure enough, Song Zheng asked casually while going inside to get the official letter.
Hairpin and letterhead squeezed in her hand together, he saw it naturally.
To say that he did not know much about this step-wife, but she usually communicates with him, and he has never seen her write a letter, so he is puzzled.
"I brought the word." Wen Ying face did not panic, put the letterhead on the dresser, sat on the embroidered pier, and sent the hairpin to the mirror, as if not taking it seriously, "I woke up early to get inspiration, and suddenly itchy my hands and wanted to write, but I didn't want to write more. It was boring to take rice paper, so I asked Qiuse to smoke this cloud letterhead."
"Changfeng?" Song Zheng walked behind her, stared at him, and said softly: "This word does not look like yours."
"Qiu Se" stood on the edge holding Wen Ying's hair, and when she heard the words, her hand trembled slightly, and she dropped a few strands of hair.
Wen Ying looked at her indifferently from the mirror, but she gave Song Zheng a smile, "I didn't write it before you, you don't know it." She ignored her frequent expressions of "Qiu Se" and asked her to take the place Take the pen and ink yourself.
The original "Changfeng" word on the note was dancing and flowing, and she was soaked in ink. She wrote the word "Delivery Letter" next to it. Although the written words were different, the bone structure and stroke trend were exactly the same. .
She finished writing in one go and raised her head and smiled and asked him: "How is it?"
Song Zheng gazed for a long while and nodded.
But somehow, this handwriting always gave him a sense of familiarity.
The "Qiu Se" beside him was also taken aback, not understanding how his wife could learn the words of His Majesty so much?
Of course, it doesn't matter if she understands or not, she reported them to the chief executive Wang Deyong in full.
Wang Deyong sent a letter, and Her Majesty secretly called her into the palace. She found a suitable opportunity at night, got out, entered the palace, and knelt on the floor tiles of Yushufang on one knee.
Wei Lingheng put down his fold, rubbed his forehead, and ordered: "Go ahead."
"Yes, Mrs. Chen Zao got up and saw the hairpin donated by His Majesty, and then ..."
She first narrated that when she talked about Wen Ying ’s dialogues and actions, her expression suddenly changed, imitating the three points of Wen Ying, and that every move, raising her hand and lowering her eyebrows, were reproduced as they were, dialogue memory The score is not bad, even the tone is very similar.
"Qiu Se" has no name, only the generation number is ten, everyone calls her small ten. She told Wen Ying that she would change her face. In fact, she lied to him. This pair was made by others to help her. The skills she was good at were actually imitation.
As long as Xiao Shi followed, Wei Lingheng would know all her performance.
Wei Lingheng didn't say a word, quietly watching her recreate the original scene, and when she said that "this life is no chance", he couldn't move his eyes, but it was as dark as a bottomless hole.
In fact, he didn't even know why he gave that hairpin to her. Perhaps he compensated her for a broken hairpin, and the two were cleared as she wished.
As for why Xiao Shi was sent to her, why would she want to know her words and deeds from this way ...
Wei Lingheng suddenly didn't want to think about it anymore.
Wang Deyong's emotions fell along with Xiao Shi's description. After a while, she admired Mrs. Song's keen alertness. After being scared by the sudden appearance of Master Song, she heard the words written by her pen and her majesty. Can't help but stay in place, looking away from the emperor: "Your Majesty, this ..."
Not to mention why she can do it, imitating the handwriting of the emperor, if you do n’t get it, you have to lose your head!
Wei Lingheng was also stunned. After a while, he chuckled, the haze of his heart swept away, as if a feather floated into his heart, light and soft, and it tickled him.
It is not uncommon for her to write his words, because he taught her in a dream.
He has practiced calligraphy since he was young, and he has learned more than one type of font. In his dream, he is the identity of a knight, so he chooses the most free and easy one.
What he didn't expect was that it was just a dream, and she really could use the memory in her dream to practice one stroke at a time to the present, so that even Song Zheng couldn't see the difference.
Wei Lingheng has never felt such a pure like in this life. Pepe doesn't know his true identity, and even knowing it is a taboo. She always wants Changfeng, not the emperor.

The weather gradually became hot, and the splendid spring shirts were replaced with thin summer clothes. The cicada chirped on the branches, noisyly reminding people.
On that day, a list of officials was placed in the palace. His majesty was appointed by his majesty to go to the palace to avoid the summer heat, and he was allowed to bring his family. Song Zheng was awesome.
Usually at this time, he walked alone, or took Song Xi and heard that Sakura was watching Song Xun in Fufu.
This time, Wen Ying took the initiative to mention it to him, and he realized that she hadn't been able to accompany her once after marrying herself for so many years.
"Just leave Xuner alone in the house ..." he hesitated.
Wen Ying said: "There are maid servants in the food and clothing. On the big side, I ordered the butler to take the idea, but Xun'er is really small ... Otherwise, I still won't go, stay and take care of him.
Her emotions seemed to be somewhat lost, and even with a smile on his face, he still realized that the sweet pear vortex on her cheeks could not spread.
Song Zheng paused and noticed that she had been paying more and more attention to her recently. "Seven years old is not too small. Since you have already arranged it, go together."

The emperor stayed in the palace, and the stern officials arranged the residence by the local chief. Within a few days after the rectification, the emperor ordered a hunting trip to the royal hunting ground.
In the camp, Wei Lingheng paced back and forth, as if trapped by something.
Wang Deyong guessed His Majesty's thoughts, and reported with a smile: "Song is an official residence of Zheng Erpin. His camp is not far from the main account, and he wants to come to Mrs. Song also ... If your majesty wants to see someone immediately, the minions will arrange it ... "
Wei Lingheng shook his head, "No."
Wang Deyong was suddenly rejected by the proposal, and was deeply surprised, and he didn't recover for a long time.
This year's summer vacation is earlier than in previous years. Although there are different opinions in the palace, Wang Deyong always feels that this is His Majesty who wants to see the lady.
It sounds unbelievable, but to be honest, he hit his children with his majesty, and had always seen him kill decisively. It is the first time he has encountered such a thing that is hindered by the general ethics.
Since she changed her itinerary for her, why did she come to the end and don't want to see her again?
Accompanied by the princes and ministers, Wei Lingheng hunted a game. When he returned from the horse fight, he suddenly found that Song Zheng was not seen in the team. He couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you see Song Qing?"
One of the officials stepped out of the crowd, his tone shifted, and he said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I don't know, Master Song thought he was stumbled by Mrs. Song. When the minister came, we saw Mrs. Song picking clothes for hunting. "
The atmosphere of the hunting occasion is relaxed, and this is the pleasure of the gentlemen and officials. The officials are not as serious as they usually are. As soon as they catch the topic, they ridicule.
Other officials laughed and said: "Master Song has always been decisive and simple. He can be picked and picked by his wife, and it takes half the time in plain time? Is it really the love of the couple."
"I heard that Mrs. Song looks beautiful, and Mrs. Song is more than ten years old, and Xiao Jiao's wife naturally loves it."
Others shook their heads and sighed, "I want to say that Master Song has such a well-intended wife, and it really teaches people to be envious. I changed the one in my house. Gee, don't say it!"
Everyone, I said one word, it was very lively, and I was unaware of it, and there was a sudden killing air in the air.
However, the official who first responded found that His Majesty's gaze came like an arrow, as if to penetrate him, a drop of sweat fell immediately behind him.
What is he saying wrong?
Not long afterwards, there was an inner paternity grandpa who urged Song Zheng and said: "Your Majesty said Master Song is a first-rate master. If you don't see Master Song on the left or right, call the minions to invite you immediately!"
The Emperor's life was inviolable. Song Zheng asked him to wait a moment, and heard Ying Ying smiled and said, "The things in the tent have not been packed yet. You should take Xi'er first. Fortunately, the clothes are found for you."
Song Zheng nodded and changed into a hunting suit, and took Song Xi forward together, leaving Wen Ying alone to continue packing in the tent.
Wen Ying thought about it while she sorted it out. From the list of her followers, she felt a little bit about the emperor ’s actions, but when she arrived here, when no one came, she thought that the other party ’s heart might not be calm.
She deliberately left Song Zheng for a while, hoping to achieve her goal.
Suddenly, the tent was lifted, and a beam of light was reflected obliquely on the ground.
Wen Ying folded her clothes against the door. Although she moved her heart, she asked, "Is Lord back again?"
The visitor hadn't spoken for a while, and it was unclear how long it had been since she hadn't seen her. Even dreams were rarely dreamed again. He thought he would gradually forget her. But now just looking at her slim back, his heart beat suddenly, and the eagerness to hold her in his arms made him stop with restraint.
There was no movement for a long time. The speed of her hand slowed down, and she asked again, "What is it, Lord?"
The steady and powerful footsteps finally sounded, getting closer and closer to her, and then someone leaned over, and with a soft sigh, took her hand on the Jinyi: "He dropped you. "
His breath flicked across her neck, Wen Ying only felt a tremor, and suddenly turned her head!
Sure enough, Wei Lingheng!
His thick eyebrows flew diagonally into the temples, his nose was high and his lips were thin, his facial features were sharp and angular, giving him a domineering appearance. At this moment, his actions were full of oppression, as if stimulated by something, no longer being cautious.
"How is your majesty here?" She drew her hands in a panic. "Isn't there a father-in-law to preach your will, let the Lord go to hunt ... Someone pretends to preach the imperial edict?"
Suddenly a worried look appeared on her face, as if she was afraid that someone would do harm to Song Zheng.
Wei Lingheng remembered the previous official's words, and his heart seemed to be pierced with a needle. "You didn't tell me that you don't like him, then what care do you have for him?"
Wen Ying looked slightly stiff, and bowed her head hurriedly, tightening the freshly folded clothes, which was what Song Zheng had replaced. She let go, smoothed the wrinkled lines, and said slowly and slowly: "Since I have married him, he belongs to the Song family, so I naturally have to work for him ..."
"Oh?" He hurled a man, holding his strong arms around her waist, preventing her from leaving. "I didn't hear you, who do you say you are from?"
The clothes didn't catch on the ground. Wen Ying didn't have time to pick it up, so he could only put his hand on his chest, barely pulling a distance away, "Your Majesty, why, this is three thousand in the harem, I'm just a married woman,"
"I see."
The more she wanted to run away, the more he seemed to let go of all scruples, and had to dominate her.
He lifted her chin, rubbed his fingertips, and chuckled lightly: "Peipei Rongyan is beautiful and has a clear temperament. If you remove this woman's hair bun, who would treat you as a married woman?" It ’s not too much to be a girl who has n’t been out.

Wen Ying's face flushed red, and she turned her head away.
"Please also give respect to your majesty, if you let people see it, it will hinder Regal."
"I didn't expect Pepe to worry about my prestige." He deliberately misunderstood her meaning. "It's okay for people to see it. When they see it, it just happens to be separated from Song Zheng. I accept you into the palace ..."
"No!" She yanked his shirt suddenly, shaking her hand slightly, and was more sincere than worrying about Song Zheng's appearance. "This, this is what the faint monarch did. Your majesty cannot ..."
Wei Lingheng felt that his blood was hot, and his heart seemed to be melted away.
He lowered his head, breathing closer to her pink lips, and the lower the voice, "Then don't say those words to me, okay? Pepe, you don't know how easy it is for me to see you ..."
The man's unique breath wrapped her, and Wen Ying's breath was slightly sluggish, as if he was shocked by his attempt, but the reaction was overwhelmed, and even the struggle was forgotten.
Seeing the two getting closer and closer, the sound of "Qiu Se" suddenly sounded outside the tent: "The slave-servant greets the three princes--"
"This is Song Zheng's tent? I'm looking for Song Xi."
"Also ask the three princes to stay on, and the elder lady is not here."
"Oh, is Lord Song here? You can also find him ..." He had just dropped his words, and he waited for the maid's reply to raise his hand and opened the tent.