On the day of spring hunting, Song Duan was generally in a good mood.
Emperor Yuan was not disgusted with Zhao Junhan's sudden appearance.
He said that he would think about it carefully, but it was just a procrastination, and the final result was foreseeable.
Emperor Yuan would not disagree.
His doting on Concubine Zhao can be said to have no bottom line.
As long as it does not hinder his own throne, there is nothing he cannot agree to.
Furthermore, Emperor Yuan has long been dissatisfied with the dominance of the queen family.
One more person It is not a bad thing for people to have checks and balances.
Zhao Junhan's performance today cannot be said to be brilliant, just average.
However, he was impressed by his ability to kill Chang Qian without hesitation.
He was really ruthless.
Song Duan lay on the chair, crossed his left leg, supported his head with one hand, and smiled lightly.
Chang Qian really couldn't blame him.
He and Chang Qian were not in conflict with each other, so he didn't need to I killed him because of a few cases.
The person who really wanted to kill Chang Qian was Emperor Yuan.
He had given instructions several times overtly and covertly.
If he didn't solve the problem, he would no longer be the governor of the West Factory.
Emperor Yuan didn't like corrupt officials, but he also didn't like these upright and upright officials.
Emperor Yuan had tolerated Chang Qian for many years, but Chang Qian didn't know what he was doing, and he still remonstrated without fear of death.
Just to rehash old cases, people like him are not suitable for working in the officialdom.
Song Duan's good mood lasted until after dinner.
He rested in the tent, read a book and swayed his legs, feeling very comfortable.
Liu Jin was outside the tent, and a high-pitched voice came.
At this time, Song Duan remembered that he had asked him to investigate the identity of the palace maid.
Song Duan asked him to come in in a deep voice.
Liu Jin was trembling and his fear had not changed.
He said, "Master Governor, the name of that palace maid is He Ling."
For a moment, Song Duan felt that he had heard wrongly.
He tensed his body, endured the violent emotions surging in his chest, and asked again, "What did you say her name was?"
Liu Jin didn't know why, so he had to repeat, "Master Governor, the maid you asked your servant to check is called He Ling, and she is currently on duty at Sishan Hall."
Song Duan recited silently in his mind, calmly and calmly.
He picked up the tea at hand and took a sip.
He thought that they must have the same name and surname.
How could it be such a coincidence?
Besides, he had not heard of it for many years.
"He" is the surname.
He Ling, He Ling, this name has not been mentioned again for many years.
"There's more."
Song Duan's voice seemed to be trembling.
Liu Jin could only tell the truth, "This palace maid was sent in by the Du family.
He Ling has no father or mother.
She is an orphan.
She was taken back to the capital to be raised by her uncle since she was a child."
"Du Family" Song Duan couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy.
Liu Jin thought he wanted to know more, so he continued: "The head of the Du family and He Ling's father are close friends and close brothers."
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Liu Jin seemed to have thought of something, patted his head and said : "Speaking of which, what about Ling's father?
It was the emperor who personally ordered her to die.
Her father was the chief physician at the imperial hospital back then.
He was known for his good medical skills.
He studied under Mr.
Xianshan from Huashan.
However, he was also sentenced to death for committing a serious crime such as killing the emperor's heir.
Yes, this family is in ruins.”
Song Duan's heart kept sinking, reaching the bottom, as if a sharp hammer had hit his heart.
The pain made him unable to speak even if he moved even slightly.
The cup in his hand slowly slipped down and hit the ground with a sharp sound.
Song Duan's gaffe was completely seen by Liu Jin.
He immediately knelt down, thinking that he had said something wrong.
Song Duan waved his hand, and everything on the low table was thrown to the ground.
Song Duan's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes lost their original light.
He spat out words with murderous intent, "Get out."
Liu Jin didn't dare to say another word.
This was clearly a precursor to losing his temper.
The governor didn't get angry easily, but when he was really angry, he wouldn't stop until there was blood.
Liu Jin slipped out of the tent and took a deep breath after going out.
You really have to be careful when working next to the governor.
If you are not careful, your life will be in danger.
When Liu Jin came out, he happened to meet the palace servants who were waiting for Song Duan to take a bath.
He couldn't help but remind him, "Be careful tonight.
The governor is in a bad mood.
We can't make any mistakes here."
Upon hearing this, the palace servant nodded repeatedly, "I know this.
Thank you, father-in-law, for reminding me."
"Go in."
The palace maid entered the tent carrying toiletries.
Before Liu Jin could go far, he heard another loud noise inside, followed by an angry voice, "Get out of here.
No one is allowed to come in.
Get out of here."
The palace maid was so frightened that she came out immediately.
Liu Jin's heart thumped.
He didn't say anything just now, so why did he make the governor so angry?
He only briefly mentioned the identity of the little palace maid.
Logically speaking, nothing happened.
It was really strange.
Song Duan smashed everything that could be smashed, and he still felt puzzled.
How could it be her?
why is it her He thought she was dead long ago When the He family fell, the Song family was unable to protect itself and there was no way to save it.
After he entered the palace, he established a firm foothold in the palace and sent people to inquire.
All the news he got was that he was dead and a fire general.
He's house was burned cleanly, and no one was left.
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No wonder he said that when he saw her for the first time, he thought she looked familiar and thought she looked like "her".
He never thought it was really her.
Song Duan thought about what he had done to her before and really wanted to beat himself up.
He kicked her on the shoulder and even cut her face with a knife, arrogantly refusing to let her heal the wound.
There was another thing that he didn't dare to recall.
If it hadn't been for Zhao Junhan, he would have really wanted to kill He Ling.
Okay, okay, I'm fine.
Song Duan fell to the ground in frustration.
He was at a loss for the first time in more than ten years.
He couldn't remember many things clearly, but he remembered everything about her when she was a child.
When my sister gave birth to He Ling, he was still not very old, in his teens, and he liked this soft and cute niece very much.
She would sleep all day, and occasionally she would open her eyes and look at him, and then...
Smiled at him.
Those eyes were big and dark, and they looked very beautiful when they looked at him.
When she was a little older, she liked to chase after him.
The child's speech was still unclear, but the word "uncle" was quite standard.
He took her to fly a kite and carried her along the street.
She was also the little girl he loved in his hands.
Song Duan gently closed his eyes and laughed softly.
The smile was bitter, and he didn't know whether it was God's blessing or punishment to him.
Chang Qian disappeared, and the first person to notice it was Qu Yuan.
Chang Qian worked in Dali Temple, and the Minister of Dali Temple was from Qu Yuan, so Qu Yuan and Chang Qian were also familiar with each other.
Chang Qian's position in Dali Temple was indispensable.
Qu Yuan originally planned to discuss something with him, but it can be found I didn't see anyone else for a long time.
After sending someone to inquire, they discovered that he had not come back at all, which meant that he was still in the hunting ground.
It's late at night, it's freezing cold outside, why hasn't this person come back yet?
Chang Qian plays it safe and won't be so confused that he stays inside without coming out.
Qu Yuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he already had a very bad premonition.
His confidant comforted him and said: "It's the first time for Master Chang to come here, and he doesn't know the rules of spring hunting.
Maybe Master Chang is still looking for the white fox inside."
"No, the rules have been told a long time ago.
No matter how many prey there are, they must be taken out at the time of You.
Besides, Mr.
Chang is not a reckless person."
After Qu Yuan finished speaking, he ordered the people around him, "Bring a few more people to lift."
Go in and search carefully with a torch, I'm afraid something has happened to Mr.
Chang."
"Under the eyes of the emperor, I say that Master Chang is not an ordinary person."
Qu Yuan glanced at him and said, "If you want to find someone, come to me as soon as possible."
"Yes yes yes."
Only later in the night did the group find Chang Qian's body.
The firelight shone on his dead white face, setting off the silent environment at night, which was shocking.
The leader was horrified and boldly stepped forward to take a breath.
Not only was he out of breath, but his body was also cold.
"Go and inform Mr.
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Qu, and call someone over quickly."
The quiet night was broken, and the torches were lit one by one, as if to light up the entire sky.
Qu Yuan was the first to know the news.
He was already sleepy and hurried out of the tent without even changing his clothes.
He immediately informed the emperor and had Chang Qian's body brought back.
Emperor Yuan fell asleep early.
He was woken up by someone in the gentle village of Zhao Guifei, and looked unhappy.
He finally woke up when he heard that Chang Qian was dead.
Concubine Zhao helped him dress before he appeared in everyone's sight.
Emperor Yuan stared at the body placed on the wooden board for a long time before he asked aloud, "What's going on?"
When Qu Yuan saw that no one was speaking, he stepped forward and said, "I saw Master Chang hadn't returned yet, so I sent someone to look for him.
Who knew I saw Master Chang's body in the forest?"
"What was the cause of death?"
"Your Majesty, Master Chang has an arrow in his eyebrows."
Emperor Yuan glanced at the person standing below, and then looked at Song Duan without trace.
Seeing his haggard face, frowning and silent, he also guessed whether it was him.
He knew how much Song Duan weighed and his archery skills were first-rate.
In addition, he had hinted several times, intentionally or unintentionally, that it was extremely possible for him to take the opportunity to kill Chang Qian to please himself.
As for Chang Qian, just die.
He is a stubborn old stubborn man, and he has endured him long enough.
Thinking of this, Emperor Yuan cleared his throat and said: "It is inevitable to be shot by random arrows in the hunting ground.
Chang Aiqing is afraid of being injured by stray arrows and killed in the line of duty.
Chang Aiqing has good conduct and is honest.
Therefore, she is posthumously granted the title of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, let’s have a grand funeral.”
The arrow can hit the center of the eyebrow just right.
Qu Yuan gritted his teeth, but he was still unwilling to give in.
He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted.
"Qu Aiqing doesn't need to say more, just follow my instructions just now and let's all be dismissed."
The emperor doesn't want to go into details, what can he do?
Qu Yuan gave Song Duan a cold look and put the blame on him.
As for Song Duan, he didn't speak or show any expression from beginning to end.
Due to Chang Qian's death, the spring hunt ended early, and everyone returned to the city from the suburbs of Beijing.
Concubine Zhao Gui had always been with Emperor Yuan, and Zhao Junhan had only become familiar with him in front of Emperor Yuan.
At this moment, she was not sure.
Emperor Yuan had not spoken for a long time, and she did not dare to mention it, fearing that she would look too embarrassed if he mentioned it.
If he is anxious, Emperor Yuan will be suspicious, and it will be self-defeating when the time comes.
Fortunately, Emperor Yuan didn't let her wait long.
He summoned Concubine Zhao to Changle Palace to sleep with him that night.
After a while, Concubine Zhao was wearing a thin shirt, panting, and threw herself on Emperor Yuan's chest with a stunning face.
Her face was flushed and she looked very charming.
Her weak, boneless hands played with Emperor Yuan's black hair scattered on her chest.
Emperor Yuan had a smile on his face, and his mood would not be any worse after he was satisfied.
He put one hand around her slender waist and suddenly asked: "You are familiar with His Highness the Third Prince."
Concubine Zhao chuckled, "It doesn't count.
It's just that I think this child is pitiful and he doesn't have a mother to take care of him.
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I think he is also smart.
It would be a pity if he is buried like this."
Emperor Yuan hummed, but did not hear what the plan was.
Concubine Zhao did not want to give up this perfect opportunity and continued: "I have no children, and I fell in love with this child at first sight.
In fact, this is also satisfying my selfish desires.
Isn't the emperor happy?"
Emperor Yuan shook his head, "No, that child is also a person who repays his kindness.
I also saw his ability yesterday."
He paused, "You lost the child earlier.
It was because I didn't take good care of you.
I don’t care about your thoughts anymore.
It’s right for you to have a child at your age.
Let’s do this.
I will ask someone to adopt the child into your palace tomorrow morning.”
Concubine Zhao has no relatives to support her in the court, which is why he has doted on her unscrupulously in the past few years.
Another reason is that he really likes her from the bottom of his heart, even doing those things at night.
If she wants a child, give it to her.
What kind of storm can it cause?
Emperor Yuan also kept his promise and issued an edict the next day.
Not only that, he also made Zhao Junhan His Royal Highness.
This time, he really turned around.
A few months ago, a man who was fighting with dogs for food in the cold palace suddenly became the noble Prince Zhao.
Even Liu Jin, who had been in the palace for decades, couldn't help but sigh.
It was so unpredictable and he couldn't say anything.
Yes, at the same time, the cold sweat on his forehead has not stopped.
He still remembers how he treated the current King Zhao in the cold palace.
If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have fainted.
The people under his hands were so frightened that they peed their pants.
They came to him early in the morning and cried like women.
He leaned on his body and scolded them before they stopped.
Liu Jin himself felt guilty, but he did not forget that the governor was behind him.
As long as Song Duan survives for a day, he will not die for a day, but he may be a little sad in the future, which is better than dying.
When the news of His Highness the Third Prince being named His Highness Prince Zhao spread throughout the former harem, He Ling certainly didn't hear anything about it.
In fact, she knew very little about Zhao Junhan.
She only knew his name, and she didn't realize it at first.
He is His Highness the Third Prince.
But for two nights in a row, Zhao Juanhan didn't come back, and He Ling also realized something.
She should be happy for him, but she couldn't laugh.
He Ling slipped out of Sishantang without anyone noticing, thinking of looking for him.
Even if he really left, he would always tell her in advance.
Not far after He Ling slipped out, her footsteps stopped in place.
She stared blankly at the man in a golden crown and attire in the distance, unable to take her eyes away.
This life is so dazzling that it was covered by dust before.
Not his temperament, let alone now.
The man suddenly turned his head and looked in her direction.
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He Ling instinctively hid behind the door, holding his breath and not daring to make the slightest sound.
Zhao Junhan looked away and knitted his brows.
He felt that he had just seen her.
He didn't know if it was an illusion.
She should still be working in the Sishan Hall at this time.
He was really confused and mistaken.
"Your Highness, the time has come.
The empress may be waiting impatiently." asked the attendant standing behind him.
Zhao Jun was cold and cold, and returned to his expressionless face, with a sense of alienation in his immortal face, "Move to Ningfu Palace."
His head hurt, but he could only endure it.
He hadn't slept for two nights and was about to deal with Concubine Zhao.
He really felt a little tired.
For the past two nights, whenever he closed his eyes, Chang Qian's heroic face appeared in his mind.
His pupils were wide open and blood stains covered his entire face, forcing him to stay up all night.
No matter what, I will probably do things like killing Zhongliang again in the future, just get used to it slowly.
Before Zhao Guifei saw him, he was dressed very coolly, either showing her shoulders or arms, and he was not slow.
He was like a mirror, what was Zhao Guifei thinking, he sneered, she was really not selective about food.
"Come here, you stay so far away from me every time.
Do you dislike me?"
Zhao Junhan concealed himself very well and took two steps forward according to her words.
Concubine Zhao smiled softly, grabbed his sleeves with her fingers, and suddenly pulled him towards her with great force.
A strong fragrance entered his nose, and he frowned, which disappeared briefly.
Zhao Junhan spoke in a very cold voice, "What are you going to do?"
"Why are you still calling me empress?
You should change your name.
Hey, let me think about what you should call me."
She pretended to suddenly realize, "Yes, you should call me concubine."
Zhao Junhan pursed his lips and smiled, and the cold smile penetrated his eyes.
He opened Concubine Zhao's fingers bit by bit, wiped the places she touched without leaving a trace, and said: "Mother Concubine."
Concubine Zhao's hands were empty.
She stood up from the chair, her movements were bold and unbridled, her arms hooked around his neck like vines, and her breath as she spoke spread over his face, "Isn't I beautiful?
" "beautiful."
"Then why are you unmoved?"
Zhao Junhan felt disgusted and pushed her away with cold hands, "My queen, please respect yourself."
Concubine Zhao became angry for a moment and was disliked twice in succession.
She rolled her sleeves and was no longer pleasant, "Zhao Junhan, don't pretend to be stupid for me here.
If you don't obey me, since I can pull you out of hell, I can't help you."
I can hold you down."
Zhao Junhan didn't even look scared, "Your Majesty, you won't be so confused.
You need me.
Now you have to rely on me.
Don't even think about raising a second son.
I will kill whoever you think of." ” He slowed down his tone, as if the harsh words just now did not come from his mouth, "I am a sober person.
Not only is she smart and beautiful, there are some things that I cannot do even if I want to.
If someone finds out in the future, My wife and I will both enter a place of eternal destruction.”
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Concubine Zhao snorted, not as angry as before, "Really" Zhao Junhan nodded, "Of course, now that my relationship with the queen is mother and son, and every move I make is watched in the dark, the queen doesn't want anything to happen."
Concubine Zhao simply liked his face and his youthful and strong side.
Emperor Yuan was old, and she was also old.
Many times Emperor Yuan could not satisfy her in bed, and acting was also very tiring.
"Let me believe you for once."
Zhao Junhan lowered his head, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
"By the way, I heard that the emperor gave me a mansion outside the palace," she asked.
"Yes, it's on Lin'an Street.
It's still under construction.
I'm afraid we still have to wait a month or two."
She answered.
Concubine Zhao sat down again, her legs swaying, feeling very comfortable, "You can be considered to have the capital to settle down and live a life now.
The title of Prince Zhao will not satisfy you, right?"
Zhao Junhan raised his eyes, "Of course not."
Concubine Zhao covered her lips and chuckled, "That's good.
There are only two ways for you to go in the future.
One is to die, and the other is to sit on the highest position."
"Thank you for your blessing."
"But the road to seizing the heir is not that simple.
Although the eldest prince is not favored, he has been fighting abroad all year round and has won the hearts of the people.
He is also the eldest son, and Qu Yuan is the great Minister of Rites and the chief minister of the cabinet.
Although the current cabinet It's just a decoration, but Song Duan will not be able to control the government for too long."
She paused for a while and continued: "The fourth prince was born into a noble family.
I don't know his personality, but the emperor likes this son very much, so the prince's position is not right.
So contentious."
Zhao Junhan was silent and suddenly smiled slowly, "Who said you have to be the prince?"
He wants to be the emperor, not the prince.
It doesn't matter if he seizes the throne, or if his name is not justified, it doesn't matter.
What matters is that he is the one who wins in the end.
Concubine Zhao opened her half-closed eyes and looked at him intently, "I really saw you right."
So what if there are rebellious ministers and traitors?
He is going to rebel in the future.
He will do things like killing his brother and his father if he is forced to do so.
Besides, he never regarded them as father, son and brothers.
"You have no one to rely on in the court.
The next imperial examination is the best opportunity for you to cultivate your own wings.
You must win over the children from poor families.
These people think they are noble.
Once they recognize their master, they will never betray their master. ."
Concubine Zhao said slowly.
"My son knows."
"Do you have any good candidates?"
she asked.
Zhao Junhan told her that it was a good thing.
If necessary, he could let her blow the pillow in Emperor Yuan's ears, "Yes, he can be considered a young talent."
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"Just be sensible."
"If nothing happens, I will leave."
He really didn't want to stay for a moment longer.
Concubine Zhao said calmly, "It's true that something happened, but you are also seventeen this year."
He hummed lightly, and his steps to go out paused the moment her words fell.
She said: "It's also the age to get married."
Zhao Junhan turned around, his eyes as sharp as knives, "It's still early for my son to get married."
Concubine Zhao is not someone who compromises easily, "The eldest prince married the concubine when he was sixteen years old.
You told me that I, the legitimate daughter of the noble family, will take care of you.
Even if you are unwilling, I will take care of you."
You have to marry too” Zhao Junhan tensed his jaw and looked ugly.
"You don't have to be angry with me.
I am doing this for your own good.
You and I have mutual interests and cannot tolerate your nonsense.
Besides, what reason do you have for not marrying me?"
He didn't dare to touch her due to his status, which makes sense, but he didn't even want the daughter of a nobleman, which would inevitably lead to misunderstandings.
Is it possible that he is as good as Long Yang?
Song Duan couldn't sleep.
He had been tossing and turning for several nights.
After he came back from the hunting ground that day, everything felt wrong.
Song Duan is not a person who waits for death, and he doesn't like to hide when things happen, but this time he still can't figure out what to do.
He didn't know what the right thing to do was.
He was the dominant one in the inner palace, and no one in the government could challenge his position.
He had nothing to do when he was free, so after thinking about it, he still went to the Sishan Hall, but he went there secretly.
Song Duan told himself to just take a look and do nothing else or say anything.
He specially changed a set of clothes and took a good look at himself in front of the bronze mirror.
Song Duan touched his face in the mirror.
There was not much change.
There were not even a few fine lines in the corners of his eyes.
He should be able to weigh himself.
Handsome.
But He Ling didn't recognize him either, which wasn't surprising.
She was too young at that time and couldn't remember things, let alone people.
He Ling was washing vegetables in the yard.
His green-white fingers were soaked in the water, which was ice cold.
Some of his joints were covered in frostbite, which was very red and obvious.
In the spring morning, the sun was warm and comfortable on people's bodies.
There were only He Ling and the cook in the yard.
The old cook was sitting aside picking vegetables.
He was smiling and kind.
"He Ling, how old are you this year?"
He Ling answered while washing, "Twelve years old."
The cook exclaimed, "You don't look like you are twelve years old.
You are too thin and you don't have much meat on your body.
However, it is not easy for a servant in this palace to gain weight."
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He Ling knew that the old cook meant well, so he smiled and said, "I'm very energetic."
"If you are hungry in the future, just tell me.
If you don't have any other skills, I will give you as much food as you can.
The girl should be fatter and look better."
He Ling's smile shined in the sun, bright and moving, "Okay."
The cook was in high spirits, and there were too few people who could talk.
"I saw you happily going to get the letter a few days ago.
Someone at home sent it."
He Ling put the washed vegetables in the basket, dried his hands, and put them under his chin, "Ah, that's from my brother."
Speaking of Chen Yun, the smile on her face became even deeper, and there was an aura of pride between her brows.
"My brother is amazing."
After saying this, he began to feel embarrassed, lowering his head and slowly blushing.
"Looking at your appearance, your brother must be doting on you."
The cook looked at the scars on her fair face and couldn't help but said, "You can also send a message and ask him to ask you how to treat your face.
This girl Everyone, we can’t let scars ruin our lives.”
He Ling was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his lips faded, "I know."
She can treat it herself, but she doesn't dare.
How can girls not love beauty?
Song Duan hid behind the door and watched quietly, but he couldn't help but move forward.
He listened to the conversation between the two of them, and his mood was ups and downs.
Song Duan didn't know who the brother she was talking about was.
He guessed that he might be the son of the uncle who raised her.
His uncle only adopted her.
Her biological brother was not in her uncle's house.
He had checked this.
He Ling sat on the steps, raising her chin slightly, looking at the person approaching her step by step, her pupils dilated little by little, and the fear deep in her heart began to spread.
He Ling calmed down.
This person's presence today probably had nothing to do with her.
She had not committed anything recently, so it was even less likely that she would offend this living king of hell.
Song Duan took every step with difficulty.
His eyes were locked around her and never moved away.
The cook pulled the bell and knelt down, buried his head and shouted, "Supervisor."
Song Duan responded, and then said: "Go down."
He Ling thought he was talking to her, so she stood up and turned around to run away, but the person behind her had no intention of letting her go.
"He Ling, you stay."
He Ling's heart kept sinking, and his fingers were trembling.
The cook had no choice but to leave.
Before leaving, he took a look at it uneasily.
Seeing that Song Duan had no murderous intent, he relaxed a little, but He Ling's expression Very ugly.
The face that was rosy just now was now pale.
He Ling wanted to run, but she couldn't take a step forward.
Under his eager and complicated eyes, her whole body stiffened.
He Ling has seen him angry and experienced the period when he wanted to kill her, so how could he not be afraid?
He Ling stood in front of Song Duan, his tall body covering a large area of light.
The wind rustled, but Song Duan didn't speak, and she pursed her lips tightly.
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After a long time, He Ling's neck became sore.
"You're just going to stand like this and not talk to me."
He Ling's long and thick eyelashes were trembling as he raised his eyes and asked, "What is the governor's order?"
Song Duan was bitter.
He thought about a lot of things to say but couldn't come up with any words at this moment.
He took a step forward and said, "I, I have nothing to do."
Seeing that she was still tensing her body, he stretched out his hand, and before his fingertips touched her cheek, she took several steps back in shock.
Song Duan's hand froze in mid-air, and it took a long time before he heard his own voice, "You don't have to be afraid of me."
He Ling would not believe his words at all.
He folded his arms and his eyes gradually turned red, "Slave, slave, slave" Song Duan sighed and said firmly, "Come here."
He Ling was about to cry, "Master, please spare this slave."
She didn't even know what mistake she had made.
The lessons she learned the first two times were too profound, and now there was no Zhao Junhan who could save her again.
Song Duan couldn't describe his mood.
His limbs were weak, his body was stiff, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth.
He looked at the person kneeling on the ground, stretched out his big palm, pinched her thin arm with his hard hand, and lifted her up.
The little person in his hand was still trembling.
She should be afraid of herself.
His eyes were deep.
It was true that as the cook said just now, she was so thin that it didn't take much effort to lift her up.
Every word he made in his throat felt like it was being rubbed against a stone, which was very painful.
"I don't want to do anything to you, don't be afraid of me."
He Ling bit her lip and could only follow his words and say: "No, slave."
Song Duan was very frustrated.
She almost cried and said no.
He suddenly looked at her cheek, and the obvious scar seemed to be engraved on his heart.
He did this with his own hands.
When he cut it with a dagger, he would not have thought that today would happen, so he used five minutes of force and injured his muscles and bones.
His rough fingertips touched her scar, and He Ling froze in place, not daring to move.
He asked, "Does it still hurt now?"
He Ling shook his head, not daring to say it hurt.
Song Duan was powerless and at a loss.
For a moment, he had the impulse to recognize her and tell her that he was her uncle, but he was afraid.
He was powerful, but he had a bad reputation.
Everyone said that he was a treacherous villain who harmed loyal people.
I'm afraid she thought so too.
Facing her clear eyes, he really didn't dare to recognize her.
Afraid that she would be disdainful when she found out, afraid that she would be resentful, afraid that she would curse him to a bad death, disgust him, and spurn him like those people.
Song Duan had to admit it even if he didn't want to, he couldn't bear the result.
"Is there anyone else in your family?"
He Ling thought for a while and said, "This slave is an orphan."
This little girl is still guarding him.
"If I really want to find out, you can't hide it."
He regretted it as soon as he said it.
Sure enough, I saw her face turning pale with fright, and her slender body looking like she was about to collapse.
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He sighed: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't force you."
Only then did He Ling realize that he called himself me.
"Slave's parents have indeed passed away."
Song Duan's expression did not change, "Yes, I know."
Although Song Duan wanted to stay longer, he had nothing to say and was afraid that his rash change would scare her.
Song Duan had a strange feeling in his heart.
In his mind, He Ling was still that soft little girl, a sweet and lovable girl.
Now she is so big and slim.
Song Duan took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and put it in her palm without refusal, "Keep this well."
This is the scar-removing medicine paid tribute by the Ziyu Kingdom.
There are four bottles in total.
One bottle is at Concubine Zhao's place, and another bottle is at Zhao Shizong's place.
The rest are in the treasury.
He stole this from the treasury, and Emperor Yuan would not say anything if he knew it.
It's all your own fault.
But Song Duan thought that even if her face couldn't be cured, as long as he was still alive in the future, he would protect her for the rest of his life.
In the inner palace, he turned his hands to make clouds and rain, and he would not let her be bullied again.
"How are you doing here?"
he asked He Ling in confusion.
He Ling can't figure out what Song Duan wants to do now.
"My slave is doing well."
Song Duan snorted, and her hands were covered with frostbite.
She was the only palace maid who worked all morning, and she dared to say that she was doing well.
He Ling was confused and said: "My slave is not doing well."
Just pick out what he likes to hear and say it.
Song Duan put his hands behind his back and said, "I understand."
He turned around, hesitating a little, "I'm leaving."
He had already made up his mind that he would transfer her to his side in two days.
Cold sweat dripped from He Ling's forehead, and his body was no longer so stiff.
Song Duan just left without any difficulty or punishment, and left calmly.
He Ling suppressed the surprise in his heart, opened the medicine bottle in his hand, approached the mouth of the bottle and smelled it gently.
Her frown relaxed, which was the best medicine for wounds.
Just keep it for now.
Song Duan didn't speak clearly, so she didn't dare to use it. gd1806102: