Host, Please Don’t Match Up with the Vicious Female

Fang Bi looked at Song Qi, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

"Thank you noble concubine for clearing away the grievances of your concubines."

Song Qi glanced at her: "Queen Empress, let's go."

"Okay." Meng Yilan nodded and glanced at the two people.

Fang Bi looked at the back of Song Qi leaving, his teeth tickled with hatred.

"System, why didn't you announce what the task is in advance?" Song Qi felt a little strange.

"Host, you just have to wait for the event to trigger." The system added another sentence after saying, "Have fun."

Song Qi tried to resist his urge to roll his eyes.

When he arrived at Fengyi Palace, Song Qi saw the emperor's ceremonial guard standing at the door. He paused and looked at Meng Yilan: "Since he is here, I won't go in."

"It's just a meal together. The emperor doesn't come to me on weekdays. He appears here now, and he probably got the news that you are coming to me." Meng Yilan took Song Qi's hand, "If you leave, he will Blame me."

Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi and smiled slightly.

Before Song Qi had spoken, Father Yang came out with the same smile on his face as before, as if he had already set the shape: "The empress, the noble concubine, the emperor is waiting for the two to eat inside."

The hint is obvious.

Song Qi nodded and walked in.

Zhao Zhi was wearing a suit, sitting on the soft couch, reading a book, and when he heard the sound of two people saluting, he raised his head, his gaze fell on Song Qi's body, and he stayed for three seconds.

"Dinner."

A meal, eat very silently.

Finally, Zhao Zhixian said: "I heard that you went to the school today."

"If you return to the emperor, the imperial concubine hasn't entered the palace for a long time, so I will take her around." Meng Yilan said.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Meng Yilan, and finally fell on Song Qi's body: "I still taught fourteen, seventeen?"

"Yeah." Song Qi looked at Zhao Zhi, "I'm such a big man. At the age of seven, Dajin, who was a martial artist, couldn't even draw a bow. It's a bit ridiculous. The concubines have been in the barracks for so many years. Naturally, it has become a habit."

"If you want to practice martial arts, the venue of Jingdeokgung Palace is very large," Zhao Zhi said, "you will not go there in the future."

Song Qi curled his lips: "Thank you, the emperor, for being so thoughtful."

Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi a little bit stuck, and his tone was not strange, but it was very uncomfortable to listen to.

Meng Yilan glanced at Zhao Zhi and then at Song Qi, raised his hand and put a ball in Zhao Zhi's bowl: "My lord, try this ball, it's delicious."

Zhao Zhi didn't move his chopsticks, but still looked at Song Qi: "Dacheng will be in the capital in half a month, and he wants to discuss matters concerning peace."

Song Qi didn't blink his eyes: "Oh, the harem is not allowed to do politics. The emperor and his concubines told me what to do with this."

Zhao Zhi frowned: "Jie'er!"

Song Qi paused, and the ball that had just been picked up fell on the table. She glanced at Zhao Zhi as if she had seen a ghost.

Oh, come to think of it, Zhao Zhi and Shao Jie were childhood sweethearts. At that time, she looked at this relationship, and it seemed that Zhao Zhi was using Shao Jie as a pawn, and now he called it so disgusting.

Because of Song Qi's eyes, the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing again.

Meng Yilan's head hurt a bit again, thinking about new topics quickly.

"The emperor, can your concubines ask for a box of jade snow ointment from you?" Meng Yilan said.

Zhao Zhi frowned. Yuxue ointment was a tribute from a neighboring country. There were three small boxes in total, which had miraculous effects on wounds and scars. He glanced at Meng Yilan and didn't say a word.

Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi, smiled, and continued: "I accidentally ran into the hand of the noble concubine today..."

Meng Yilan didn't say much about the latter, but everyone understood.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Song Qi's hand: "I didn't think so thoughtfully. I will ask Yang Dekai to send it to you later."

"Thank you, the emperor, and thank you Niang."

"No, they are all my own sisters. You have to apply it every day. Don't forget, now the impatiens are also blooming. After some time, we can dye the nails together. It's beautiful."

"Okay." Song Qi nodded, glanced at his hand, his fingers were slender, just because there were a few scars on the back of the hand and the palm of the hand, he looked a little sordid, "Manny, I heard that the palace has an imperial beast courtyard, is it okay? Take the accompanying concubines to see in the afternoon?"

Zhao Zhi frowned. This time he put his chopsticks down completely and looked at Song Qi: "Jie'er, I have something to discuss with you."

"If it's the harem, the emperor can now say that if it's the previous dynasty, the harem can't do politics. Since the concubines have already left the court, they shouldn't intervene anymore. The emperor shouldn't break the rules of the ancestor." Song Qi looked sincere. , Now that the harem is messy enough, she doesn't want to get into the front.

Zhao Zhi stared at Song Qi for three seconds, gritted his teeth: "I have something to do, so I'll leave."

Sending away Zhao Zhi, Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi disapprovingly: "General, I know you are angry, but you will still live in the palace in the future."

"Well, I have a sense of measure." I am the hostess, and he can't kill me.

Song Qi has a clear understanding of his privileges. In a sense, it seems that everything is free as long as it is not too excessive.

For example, the male lead.

Zhao Zhi was angry and returned to the atmosphere, but when things turned around, Duke Yang sent him over.

"I'll wipe it for you." Meng Yilan bravely raised himself.

Opening the lid, a fresh scent wafted out, which made people feel very comfortable.

The paste is white and somewhat transparent. Song Qi watched Meng Yilan carefully apply a little bit on her hand, and then gently rubbed against the scar: "You will come back like this after you go back. It must be soft. I heard that it only takes five years. It takes six days to make the skin as clean as a newborn baby, but that’s a pity."

Meng Yilan sighed.

"You too?"

"No, you can paint your hands, and you can get some on your face. My skin is already good, and I don't need these." Meng Yilan shook his head decisively, although there was still some desire in his eyes.

After painting his hands, Song Qi hung his hands for a while. It was chilly, very comfortable and not sticky, and it was indeed a good thing.

Meng Yilan yawned and shook his chin, and finally fell asleep directly, still in the original posture.

Song Qi watched her observe for a while, seeing that her head was about to fall off, and subconsciously reached out to support it.

Originally thought that she would wake up, who knew that Meng Yilan rubbed her palms, continued to sleep, and even lowered Song Qi's hands.

Song Qi was speechless, walked to Meng Yilan's side and hugged her directly.

The maid was a little surprised when she saw it, but she didn't say anything.

After Song Qi put Meng Yilan on the bed, he asked the maid to wait on her. Watching her lay down, he went back to the soft couch and picked up the book Zhao Zhi had read earlier, which was a travel note.

She glanced at it, and Meng Yilan still had notes in some places, and in some places it was very young.

"I really want to go take a look."

"Unfortunately can't go out."

All of them belonged to the words of the Kingdom of Dajin, but certain areas that were blacked out always made her feel a little strange.

Song Qi glanced in the direction of Meng Yilan, took a drink of the teacup, and turned back a few pages.

There will be black spots on the first few pages. When you get to the back, if you make a mistake, you will just highlight it, and there will be no black spots.

She knocked on the table and put down the book.

He sat with his chin on for two hours.

When Meng Yilan woke up, his mind was a little confused.

I can't remember what I was sitting on, and why I went back to bed inexplicably.

Rubbing his head, finishing his clothes and coming out, he saw Song Qi sitting there.

Meng Yilan blushed: "I'm sorry, I usually have the habit of taking a nap, so I will go to sleep at one point."

"It's okay, there is nothing to do on the left or right, and it makes no difference where you sit." Song Qi glanced at the book on the table, "Your comments are very interesting."

Meng Yilan opened his mouth and became more embarrassed: "Just write and write casually."

As she said, she immediately took the book and threw it to the palace man behind her: "Let's go, I'll take you to the Yujuyuan for a stroll."

Song Qi nodded.

Along the way, I met a few waves of people, flower-viewing, talking and laughing, grinning on the surface, and MMP in my heart.

The beast courtyard is in the corner of the palace.

As soon as he approached, Song Qi heard the roar of the tiger inside.

Several timid court ladies called out directly, and Meng Yilan also trembled.

The two of them walked in, and they knelt inside immediately, and the smell in the air was not very good.

Meng Yilan slightly covered his nose and frowned.

The administrator of the Yuyuanyuan knew that the two were coming, and immediately ran out to greet them.

Song Qi and Meng Yilan turned around at will, and there were quite a few varieties in them.

Finally she stopped in front of the roaring tiger.

The tiger turned around the cage, looking very alert.

"This was delivered a few days ago. It hasn't been tamed. It's dangerous. It's better to stay away from your mother." Although Song Qi felt that there would be no accident, the steward reminded him.

Song Qi looked back and found that everyone was avoiding from a distance. Only she stood in the front, followed by Meng Yilan, hiding behind Song Qi.

It really is a book without logic.

"This cage is in prison," Meng Yilan asked.

"Naturally." Guan Shi smiled, "just don't worry about it."

The tiger suddenly ran into the cage and shouted at the three people.

Meng Yilan screamed softly and took two steps back.

There was no change in the expression on Song Qi's face. He watched the tiger keep moving towards Bara's paw outside, and touched it.

The tiger felt the provocation from Song Qi, and his shout became louder, and he slammed into the cage several times.

"Let's go, this tiger doesn't seem to have a normal brain." Song Qi looked back at Meng Yilan.

"Ladies are going to see the peacock?"

"Good." Meng Yilan nodded immediately.

Song Qi glanced at the tiger, then looked at the management, and estimated the possibility of raising an animal by himself.

Peacocks are much more docile, stomping gracefully, and occasionally shaking their tails. Every time they shake, someone takes a deep breath.

But in the end it was all disappointment.

"I've seen a peacock open the screen once." Meng Yilan said.

"If you like it, why don't you bring one back? Everyday in front of you, you can always see it again." Song Qi suggested.

Meng Yilan shook his head: "Forget it, I'm still a little scared... Just look at it from a distance."

Song Qi looked at the peacock and sighed faintly: "System, these days are even more boring than life in the third year. At least in the third year, I can still brush up questions and play games."

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