Empress: I didn't expect that all my son-in-laws would be reborn

Inside the palace.

After waiting so long for Song Zhiyu's return, Song Mingcai had a bad feeling in her heart. She stood up slowly with her hands on the wooden table and prepared to go find Song Zhiyu.

As soon as he took a step, he clearly felt that something was wrong with his body.

A trace of familiar heat jumped wildly in her body, making her legs feel weak. Song Mingcai bit her lower lip tightly. Because of the pain, a trace of moisture appeared in her eyes. She was weak but extremely charming!

"Damn it!"

Song Mingcai's eyes were full of anger, and her green-white fingers clasped the wooden table tightly. She didn't expect that Song Zhiyu would realize that there was something wrong with the wine and exchange their drinks.

This is really a miscalculation on my part.

The guard stood outside the door. He rubbed his palms. His eyes were full of lust. He licked his lips with his tongue. He felt really happy when he remembered the instructions of the palm print eunuch.

After many years in the palace, although there are many benefits, I rarely encounter beauties. Now that I have a beauty, the key is that this beauty is still the princess of the dynasty.

If you can touch a princess once in your lifetime, you will be a romantic person even after you die.

The guard tugged on his belt, immediately opened the door and walked in. When he looked, he saw a woman holding a wooden table with her hands, her body seemed uncomfortable.

"Tsk tsk."

The guard shook his head, admiring the pretty back of the woman in front of him, the white lotus-like arms exposed under the sleeves, and the twisting appearance. He could fully imagine what a beautiful scene it would be on the couch later.

Thinking of this, the guard couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his hands and walked towards the woman impatiently.

Inside the royal study.

Song Tingjin put down the memorial in his hand and frowned slightly. The man in green clothes in front of him made him very unhappy, but he still smiled on the outside.

"It would be nice of me to take the time to send it to me."

Zuo Qiutan nodded, pursed his lips, and said nothing. He was not happy with the person in front of him who had harmed Song Zhiyu in his previous life.

No one said a word, and soon an awkward atmosphere filled the entire imperial study. Just when the awkward atmosphere was about to reach its peak, a shout came from outside the door.

Song Tingjin frowned even more, and he called out to let people in.

The palace maid lowered her head and walked in hastily. She bowed her head towards Song Ting Jin, with a look of fear on her face.

"Reporting to your Majesty, this slave has just discovered that the eldest princess is actually with the bodyguard..."

The palace lady couldn't say the remaining words at all. She bit her lower lip lightly, looking embarrassed.

Song Tingjin reacted quickly. He glanced at Zuoqiutan subconsciously, and then looked at the palace maid with a serious expression.

"You know, if it's slander, you can't afford the consequences!"

"Every word of my slave is true!"

Song Tingjin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that before he took action, Song Zhiyu herself came to the door!

Just as he was about to go take a look, he saw the Zuoqiu Altar from the corner of his eye. He turned around and looked at the Zuoqiu Altar, his expression ugly.

"National Master, it is difficult for me to stay at the moment. I think the National Master should also understand."

"Of course I understand, but can we go together?"

Song Tingjin was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that Zuo Qiutan would actually offer to go with him. However, taking Zuo Qiutan with him to watch Song Zhiyu's show would help spread Song Zhiyu's story even more.

Thinking of the hairpin that Song Zhiyu inserted into his chest earlier, Song Tingjin's heart was filled with anger.

The two of them did not stay in the imperial study for a long time, and quickly asked the palace maid to take them there.

The speed of these people was extremely fast, and soon Song Tingjin and two others appeared outside Song Mingcai's palace.

He didn't expect to be here, and Song Tingjin looked a little ugly. However, it was more important to watch the show now. Song Tingjin immediately opened the door forcefully and walked in.

The spring color revealed inside surprised Song Tingjin. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he stood there stupidly without moving.

The person lying in the guard's arms is not Song Zhiyu, but Song Mingcai!

Driven by the drug, Song Mingcai's clothes were half-undressed, with her shoulders exposed. She raised her eyes slightly, her blurred eyes secretly casting a glance.

When the guard saw this scene, the heat in his heart rushed straight to his forehead. He didn't even know that someone had come in. He picked up Song Mingcai in his arms and was about to walk to the bed.

At this moment, he could just see the two people standing behind him. The guard was so frightened that his hands shook and Song Mingcai in his arms almost fell to the ground.

Song Tingjin's eyes were like a basin of cold water being poured from head to toe. The heat in the guard's body disappeared instantly. His lips turned slightly white, and there was panic in his eyes. Song Mingcai had already been placed on the ground by him.

He quickly lowered his head and knelt down to Song Tingjin: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Song Mingcai never got what she needed, and the heat in her body became more and more obvious. There was a hint of displeasure in her eyes. She hummed, put her hands on the ground, and raised her head.

Seeing it was Song Tingjin, Song Mingcai's eyes instantly lit up.

The latter couldn't bear to see Song Mingcai like this, and he was even more displeased that Song Mingcai would appear like this in front of outsiders.

If he hadn't rushed over just now, Song Mingcai would have been...

He didn't dare to think too much, and immediately took off his robe, walked to Song Mingcai, and put the robe on her body.

But Song Mingcai refused to leave it alone. She immediately stretched out her arms to hug Song Tingjin, and wrapped her whole body directly around Song Tingjin's body. She placed her chin on Song Tingjin's shoulder, her lips were against his ear, and she hummed a few times.

"Hey, brother Huang, what are you planning to do?"

Suddenly a joking voice sounded, and Song Tingjin looked at the door in disbelief. When he touched the emotion in Song Zhiyu's eyes, he came to his senses.

He gritted his teeth, looked down at the woman in his arms, said nothing, and immediately picked up Song Mingcai and strode away from here.

Song Tingjin looked so panicked that even Zuo Qiutan, who had been staying aside, ignored him.

The captain of the guard could not kneel down, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He did not dare to raise his eyes, and he was always hesitating in his heart whether to poke out the eunuch with the palm print in exchange for his own safety.

"Get out of here."

The cold voice reached his ears, and his thoughts immediately came back. Knowing that this sentence was meant for him, the guard immediately got up and crawled out of the room.

Soon, there were only two people left in the room.

Song Zhiyu leaned against the door and lazily raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her. She was surprised to see his expression remained unchanged.

The graceful figure of Song Mingcai just now made everyone's heart flutter when they looked at it. However, the person in front of him seemed not to be interested in foreign objects and did not move at all.

"Why are you here?"

Zuo Qiutan stared at Song Zhiyu, his plain face cracked, his brows tightened, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes that he didn't notice: "Are they trying to plot against you?"

The latter nodded lightly, but she did not explain immediately. Song Zhiyu was silent for a while and said slowly: "How about changing the topic?"

"Um."

The two left the palace side by side and went outside. Song Zhiyu found a slightly obscure place and stood there. She lowered her head, looked at her toes, and shook off what had just happened.

Because of Su Zhihan, Song Zhiyu had some trust in Zuoqiutan.