The atmosphere in the room, which was originally filled with hostility, suddenly changed.
Qin Songmo was lying on the couch with his limbs tied up with hemp ropes. Due to drinking and anger, his handsome face was now flushed.
Only those dark eyes were originally filled with a murderous aura that the singers dared not approach.
But now, after seeing the small water-red ball by the window, his mood softened a little.
As soon as his feet touched the ground again, Li Shengyi immediately ran forward with his short legs, "Daddy, are you okay?"
Naturally, Qin Songmo would be fine, as Li Shengyi and the others had perfect control of time.
The singing girls also entered the room, ready to touch him.
Thinking of this, his softened eyes were filled with hostility again, "Shengyi, you go out first. Changxiao and I will handle this matter."
His eyes fell on Meng Jiuan who was not far away. The latter nodded immediately and said, "Yes, yes, this place is not suitable for children. You should leave first."
Such a lame excuse for kicking people out didn't make Li Shengyi angry.
She first crawled to Qin Songmo's head and saw that he raised his hands high above his head, forcing his white and slender neck to be exposed. A silent sigh came out of her throat.
I know what you're going to do, but...
"You know you brought me back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to accumulate merit, but which monarch didn't step over corpses to get there?"
"Today I can turn a blind eye. When His Royal Highness ascends the throne, we'll buy a piece of land in the countryside, a farm, take that fool Meng Jiuan with us, and stop fighting like this, okay?"
Although she thought so in her heart, her slightly cold little fingers fell on Qin Songmo's wrists, which were tied with hemp rope and had red marks due to struggle not long ago.
"Daddy, does it hurt?"
Qin Songmo's eyelashes were still trembling because of her inner thoughts.
Hearing the soft questioning voice beside his ear, his throat tightened a little, "It doesn't hurt. Daddy and Changxiao still have something to ask them. Can Shengyi go downstairs and wait for Daddy first?"
After learning that Qin Songmo's wrist didn't hurt, Li Shengyi straightened up and turned his head to look at Meng Jiuan, "Meng Jiuan, don't let my father get hurt again."
"This is your chance to make amends."
The thoughts in Meng Jiuan's mind were no more complicated than Qin Songmo's.
He was not good at thinking, so he just believed whatever Qin Songmo said.
Li Shengyi's words just now were like an arrow hitting the bull's eye, and his heart trembled when he heard them.
The corners of his lips rose slightly, and he nodded vigorously, "Of course!"
He is the sharpest knife in Qin Songmo's hand. Even if he dies in the future, Qin Songmo will not.
Qin Songmo's hands were not stained with a drop of blood. This was the agreement reached with him when Qin Songmo rescued him.
The two men in the room watched the small figure leave.
When the door was closed again, the footsteps gradually faded away, and a strong smell of blood gradually filled the room.
All the singers who had intended to take action against Qin Songmo opened their eyes wide, their throats were cut by sharp blades, and large amounts of blood gushed out.
The person who did it moved too quickly.
The singer's throat was cut before she could even scream.
He couldn't even pull out the soft sword that Meng Jiuan had on his waist.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Meng Jiuan looked at the charming woman in the aqua blue dress standing in the room, "Qingdai, you've taken all my credit away. Where can I claim it?"
The woman named Qingdai raised her eyes and looked at him. Just one glance made Meng Jiuan shut up.
Qin Songmo served as prime minister for two dynasties, and there were countless people around him who wanted to kill him.
In order to protect himself, he couldn't just let Qingfeng and Meng Jiuan protect him.
The hemp ropes that bound his arms were easily untied. When Qin Songmo sat up from the couch, he coughed uncontrollably for a while, perhaps because he had breathed in a mouthful of cold air.
Seeing this, Qingdai hurried forward to serve tea and water.
However, Meng Jiuan took the initiative to take this action.
Glaring at the tactless Meng Jiuan, Qingdai stood beside the couch and whispered, "Master, kill them all. As for Yun Bixian..."
Qin Songmo took the warm water handed to him, and the tasteless warm water made him frown.
His red cheeks and the corners of his eyes from coughing made him look pitiful.
After drinking half a cup of warm water, his coughing stopped. When he raised his head again, he saw those pale pink lips parted slightly. "He won't say it."
Meng Jiuan is a general after all. He usually doesn't think too much about in-depth things, but he can still understand this kind of words.
He nodded and agreed, "Yuan Qing originally went to the restroom, but ended up being dragged into the singer's room."
"If this matter were to be exposed, Yun Bixian's reputation would also be ruined. After all, destroying the reputation of a high-ranking official in the imperial court is a serious matter."
"But Qingdai, everyone else is dead, but you are the only one who is not dead..."
Meng Jiuan looked at Qingdai with sympathy, "Why don't you die too?"
Qingdai entered the Bachelor's Mansion two years ago. During these two years, she secretly sent a lot of evidence about Yun Bixian's tricks to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
When she saw Qin Songmo being abducted to the singer's attic by Yun Bixian today, she was shocked at first, and then after receiving Qin Songmo's instructions, she waited for Meng Jiuan's arrival.
Listening to what Meng Jiuan said, Qingdai turned her head and glared at him again, and finally she set her gaze on Qin Songmo.
"Tsk, can you please stop thinking about your master all the time? Your master doesn't like women. If a woman gets close to him, he'll throw up."
"If you really want to repay him for saving your life, don't worry about his body. He's so thin now. Who knows, one day..."
"Meng Jiuan! No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak!"
Qingdai's angry shout made Meng Jiuan's mouth curl downwards, and he raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."
"But Yuanqing, so many people died, and only Qingdai survived. Isn't that bad?"
Meng Jiuan is worthy of being Meng Jiuan.
Every time Qingdai met him, she would roll her eyes in anger at what he said.
Qin Songmo handed the teacup in his hand to the person beside him, and finally handed his wrist, which was red from being tied with hemp rope, to his friend, "Tie me up."
Qin Songmo has been ill for many years, and his skin is a sickly pale color all over his body.
A bright red mark on the wrist that had just been tied with hemp rope was particularly conspicuous.
Seeing that he wanted to let him tie him up, Meng Jiuan's eyes widened instantly and he fell back, "Qin Yuanqing, although both you and I are not interested in women, you can't..."
"Do you know what it means that a rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow? It's eating me, a male grass!"
When Qingdai heard this, she was so shocked that she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.
Fortunately, she kept her hands steady and did not break the teacup.
On the other hand, Qin Songmo looked like he was used to it.
"Yun Bixian will soon send someone to catch me in adultery and ruin my reputation. Tie me up first, and then go and kill Qingdai."
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