After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 93 Drink it

After walking out of the house, Song Jiuxi asked: "Why did your horse suddenly lose control before?"

Yongjia thought about it and said: "I don't know, that sweaty horse suddenly walked to a place and started going crazy. I also feel very strange. Did you find something?"

"No."

Song Jiuxi hasn't had time to check what happened that day, but maybe there's no need to check.

"Yongjia, do you know that Chang Shenhui is the prince's son?"

"What?" Yongjia was startled and then her face turned cold. She is usually showy and willful, but she has never been a fool. She quickly figured out the reason. "Is Chang Shenhui trying to drag the princess into trouble?"

"I'm afraid so." Chang Shenhui works for the prince, so it can be guessed that once he marries Yongjia, the eldest princess's palace will be tied to the prince's palace.

Yongjia said seriously: "Thank you very much for this, Jiu Xi."

The royal family is very ruthless, but the reason why the eldest princess has been loved by the emperor for many years is because the eldest princess has never been a person who can't figure things out. She will never participate in party disputes. When the eldest princess chose a good son-in-law for Yongjia and chose Chang Shenhui, she was

He likes that Chang Guogong's government is clean and does not involve party disputes.

Unexpectedly, Chang Shenhui had already belonged to the prince.

Yongjia couldn't believe it. If they didn't see Chang Shenhui clearly, the eldest princess's mansion might really be dragged into the water by Chang Shenhui.

Song Jiuxi said: "Yongjia, there is no need to say thank you between you and me."

Yongjia smiled and put his hand on Song Jiuxi's shoulder. Song Jiuxi took a breath of cold air.

"Ah, I forgot that you are still injured. How is it? Did you touch the wound?"

"Well, it's okay." Song Jiuxi shook his head and turned pale.

Yongjia put on a serious face and said, "You are injured and you still act like nothing is wrong. Can you stay and have a good rest? Fang Long, take your master back to rest."

"Yes." Fang Long had long wanted to take Song Jiuxi back to rest, but she couldn't get involved in the master's affairs. Now Princess Yongjia gave the order, and she quickly helped her master go back.

Song Jiuxi was watched by Yongjia as he lay down on the bed. The fried medicine had been warming beside him, and he was now brought over.

After Song Jiuxi finished drinking, Yongjia said, "Take good care of your injuries. If your master, Fang Long, runs around again, come and report to me."

Fang Long looked at Song Jiuxi's face and said, "Yes."

Song Jiuxi smiled helplessly while lying down. The more he got along with Princess Yongjia, the more he could feel her sincere and passionate emotions.

When she wants to be nice to someone, she really has no scruples.

Song Jiuxi's heart felt warm, and she couldn't bear the feeling of having a friend.

Song Jiuxi listened to Yongjia's words and fell asleep obediently. She slept very deeply this time, and when she was unconscious, she noticed a familiar smell approaching her, and cold fingertips touched her cheek.

She moved her head, trying to pry the fingers off her cheek.

But the man was so annoyed that he deliberately pinched her nose.

"Ha." Someone chuckled, pinched her nose and shook it.

She waved it away in annoyance, and when she was about to move, her body was held down.

"I'll stop teasing you. Stop moving. The wound is about to burst."

Song Jiuxi wanted to say that if the wound opened, it would be your fault. But the man didn't move much after that, so Song Jiuxi fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

It rained on the second day. From the villa, you could see the mist-shrouded clouds on the distant mountain peaks. The mountains seemed to have been washed by the rain. They were clear and clear, with an ethereal beauty.

When Song Jiuxi woke up, the room was dark.

Fang Long heard the movement and shouted outside: "Master?"

Song Jiuxi put on her clothes and went out. Fang Long followed her and said, "Master, Chang Shenhui sent a letter last night. His subordinates snatched it and sent it to the Prince's Mansion."

Song Jiuxi was not surprised. Seeing that the plan of the prince and Chang Shenhui failed, Chang Shenhui must find a way to inform the prince.

"What's going on in the court?"

"There is a letter from Chen Yun. The Holy One already knows about the two thousand bandits, and also knows that the Xiaoyiwei captured the two thousand bandits." Fang Long said, "Because of this, the general's legs can walk normally.

Everyone in the court knows about it."

Song Jiuxi paused and frowned slightly. Yan Shubai had hidden it for two years, but it was revealed at this time. Wouldn't it be a failure?

Or does Yan Shubai have other plans?

Fang Long said: "Many people in the court impeached General Ming, saying that the general used the owl guards without orders and also protected the rebel leader. People from the Metropolitan Procuratorate have found evidence that the Xiao family harmed the people and killed everyone.

I also wrote a letter to impeach the Xiao family and even Prince Duan."

Although the Xiaoyi Guards were Yan Shubai's soldiers, these 50,000 soldiers were stationed outside the capital, which made many people fearful.

Xiao Yiwei cannot act without permission, otherwise Yan Shubai will be treason. However, everyone in the court knows that the Holy Emperor values ​​Yan Shubai, so they dare not impeach him for "rebellion" for fear of offending Long Yan.

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I think the reason why the Metropolitan Procuratorate knew so clearly was because of the prince's handiwork.

Seeing that it was impossible to cause trouble with Xu Xu, the prince took action from the Metropolitan Procuratorate and asked the Metropolitan Procuratorate to impeach the Xiao family, thereby forcing Yan Shubai to hand over Xu Xu.

I just don't know what Yan Shubai is planning now.

Song Jiuxi didn't take two steps before she saw Yan Shubai and Song Ruoyu in the pavilion. Fang Long held an umbrella for her, and the two walked into the pavilion. They saw Song Ruoyu skillfully shaking the dice and moving back to the table.

Once released.

"Brother-in-law, guess what time it is this time?"

Yan Shubai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said: "I can't guess, I don't know how to do this."

Song Ruoyu was puzzled: "Hey, brother-in-law, your guesses just a few times were not quite accurate. Why can't you guess now?"

Yan Shubai hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense. Madam, I never play dice."

Song Ruoyu stiffened and quickly turned around to see Song Jiuxi standing behind him.

He said stiffly: "Sister, sister, um, are you awake?"

Song Jiuxi said coldly: "One is three o'clock, the other is four o'clock."

"Ah?" Song Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, then opened the dice cup, and there were really three points and four points. "Sister, how did you guess it?"

"Song Ruoyu, it seems you are quite familiar with playing dice." Song Jiuxi said with a sneer.

"Not familiar, not familiar. Sister, brother-in-law, I won't disturb you anymore, I'm going to read a book." Song Ruoyu shuddered and was about to escape, but Song Jiuxi grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.

Song Jiuxi pulled him to sit down on a stool, then sat opposite him and said, "Don't you want to play dice? I'll play with you."

Song Ruoyu refused fearfully: "No, I can't."

"You do not dare?"

"How is that possible?" Song Ruoyu said hurriedly. Under Song Jiuxi's sneer eyes, he raised his neck and said, "Come on, how can I lose to you in playing dice?"

Song Jiuxi said nothing, and Yan Shubai next to him smiled. "Since it's a bet, you have to bet something."

Song Ruoyu asked: "What are you betting on?"

Song Jiuxi glanced at Yan Shubai, who smiled and blinked. "Two out of three games, the loser... Well, just drink ten bowls of Coptis chinensis."

Song Ruoyu's face turned green, and he seemed to smell the bitter taste of Coptis chinensis before he drank it.

But seeing Song Jiuxi's calm face, he felt confident again. How could Song Jiuxi, a housewife, be better than him in playing dice? Think about it, if Song Jiuxi lost, then Song Jiuxi would have to drink these ten bowls of coptis.

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The more Song Ruoyu thought about it, the more excited he became, and he laughed. "Come on, I'm willing to admit defeat."

(End of chapter)