Chapter 97 Killing Intent Knee Pressed Deeply.
There is no fragrance in the study, only the subtle aroma of wood emanating from the accumulation of books over the years.
He just stared at her.
His eyes caressed her eyebrows, hair, and finally landed on her lips.
Zhu Hao frowned when she saw that he was slow to respond. Not only that, his gaze became increasingly empty, like looking at flowers through the fog.
A simmering fire rose in Zhu Hao's heart. He could even become dazed when he was alone with her... Zhu Hao stepped forward, put his hands on Song Xieqing's shoulders, and bit the side of his neck.
It didn't hurt much and the skin wasn't broken.
Rather than being bitten, it felt more like... being kissed by her.
But when the soft lips covered his, he could clearly feel the touch of pearly teeth against his flesh.
Song Xieqing raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on the crescent mark on his neck.
Dampness, dryness and heat.
What was wet was the fragrant liquid she left on his neck, and what was hot was him. The young lady in front of him was like silk soaked in spring water, tightening his heart.
Song Xieqing thought of the bite marks on his left shoulder and the scratches on his back. He looked at Zhu Hao deeply, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Hao nudged him. "Song Xieqing, what were you staring at just now? When did I ever lie to you?"
He repeatedly caressed the side of her neck where he had bitten her, then suddenly took a step closer, lowering his knee to hers. "What's your name?"
"elegant."
"He calls you to wish you well."
There was silence all around for a moment. Zhu Hao laughed so hard that he was out of breath. The young lady sat on the table, her feet not touching the ground, swaying slightly in the air.
Is it so fun to play with him?
Song Xieqing approached, grabbed her waist, and straightened her cheek. Their eyes met. Before Song Xieqing could say anything, Zhu Hao put his arms around his neck, stroked his back, and whispered softly, "Song Xieqing, Pianpian is my nickname, and Zhu Hao is my full name... You and I are husband and wife. I want you to call me by my nickname, and I want you to be close to me."
The anger in him was instantly extinguished by her.
Her breath was warm and sticky, blowing his earlobes red. Her soft body pressed tightly against him, and he didn't know when he had completely trapped Zhu Hao in the small space, with his knees pressed deep into her.
Song Xieqing's arms gradually tightened, and he tried to hug Zhu Hao back. He said in a rare gentle voice, "A hundred years from now, I will have turned into a pile of yellow earth. How can you become my wife?"
Zhu Hao originally planned to loosen her arms and explain everything to him, but he held her even tighter. Helpless, Zhu Hao could only bury her head in his neck and asked vaguely, "Song Xieqing, do you believe in gods?"
"I don't believe it." He had always scoffed at the notion of ghosts and gods, but when he thought of the sudden and tangible warmth in his arms, he immediately changed his tune: "Yeah, I do."
Zhu Hao laughed and looked up at him, "Isn't that it? Since there are gods, all the impossibilities in the world become possible. For example... after a hundred years, I met you, and you met me."
He finally let go of her, but still held Zhu Hao's wrist. Song Xieqing's eyes lingered on her face, as if he was determined to find a flaw. After a long while, Song Xieqing didn't even try to get to the bottom of the matter. He just muffled his voice and said, "Pianpian, why did you leave him here? What use is he...to you?"
The implication was, is there anything in the world that Li Mizhang could do that Song Xieqing couldn't? Why would she rather look for someone else than him?
Zhu Hao naturally knew who Song Xieqing was referring to, and also knew the hidden meaning behind his words.
"Song Xieqing, I absolutely dislike Li Mizhang..." Zhu Hao lowered his eyelashes and spoke bluntly, "He picked up his pen and splashed you with dirty ink. I'm disgusted by what he did. But a pen can be a knife; it can hurt, but it can also carry a message."
Song Xieqingsuomei, why does he need others to write praises for his merits?
I wish you could read the emotions in his eyes.
"I'm definitely not teaching him to close his eyes and ears and just make up flattering words... I don't even need him to write a single word. You're so kind, I just want him to see you with his own eyes, the real you." Her eyes were as clear as dew on a leaf, and she blinked gently. "So... is it okay for him to stay at home for the time being?"
Song Xieqing doesn't like Li Mizhang, nor does she like Zhu Hao's words, but she is very good at flattery... The real him?
Just a straw dog.
Just as he was about to reject it, the young lady suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his Adam's apple. She smiled at him, her eyebrows and eyes curved, "Okay? Song Xieqing."
It was just a light kiss that made his blood boil. Song Xieqing pinched the burning sensation on his neck, and his knuckles turned white.
He didn't like Li Mizhang, but he liked Pianpian very much.
Song Xieqing pretended to be indifferent and said "hmm" as a response.
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The sky is clear and the air is fresh, with not a single cloud in the sky.
The inner courtyard of the Song Mansion was filled with luxuriant flowers and trees, and everything looked warm and lovely. On the other hand, outside the gate, there was a solemn and murderous atmosphere - the Flying Dragon Guards with black armor and silver spears lined up on both sides of the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict. Even if the wind did not move, a storm was about to come.
Zhu Hao glanced at herself in the bronze mirror. Her hairpins and rings were neatly arranged, her clothes were proper, and no one could find any fault with her.
They specifically chose the day when Song Xieqing was entangled in the government office to come. Zhu Hao had no intention of putting up a futile resistance, nor did he intend to delay entering the palace.
She was just thinking about how to find an opportunity to meet Jiang Zhi, but Jiang Zhi summoned her into the palace first.
There are very few records of this dynasty in the history books. I would like to recall every word carefully and chew and polish every detail of the record.
Since entering this place, she has not affected the established trajectory in history books a hundred years later.
Everything continued as recorded in history books - Qing retreated, various tribes and small countries surrounded Xiayang Pass, and A Yin married Cangping Hou soon.
Next... Ayin died in Xiayang, and Princess Suiping died in a palace coup.
And yesterday, Jiang Zhi issued an edict that had nothing to do with the above dispute - to marry Princess Suiping to Song Xieqing.
Zhu Hao recalled a sentence recorded in Huaixianlu - Emperor Mingci granted marriage to Song Lang and Princess Suiping, but because Song Lang had a bad character and notorious evil deeds, Princess Suiping disobeyed the order.
As soon as the imperial decree was issued yesterday, Jiang Lin immediately asked to see Jiang Zhi and asked him to revoke his order.
Jiang Zhi did not comment on this.
This tyrant was unkind and ungrateful to everyone else, except his sister. This was probably because Jiang Zhiziqing had just returned to the country as a hostage and was caught in a fire. It was Jiang Lin who risked his life to push him out of the fire, but he himself was disfigured and his voice was mute.
The marriage decree was within Zhu Hao's expectations, so she wasn't too upset. On the contrary, Song Xieqing...
She just thought about the man pacing back and forth outside her house last night, obviously extremely anxious, but hesitant to knock on the door, and she found it funny.
It was noon when she passed through the palace gate. The bright sun made the glazed tiles sparkle blindingly. The palace guards locked her in a dilapidated side hall.
At first glance, there was thick dust on the windowsill, a withered lotus stood alone, and the shriveled lotus pod drooped.
The sun sets in the west, and the shadow of the withered lotus leaves also sets in the west.
Finally, footsteps were heard outside the hall, chains rustled, and lock springs turned.
When Jiang Zhi entered the hall, he saw the woman curled up under the window.
The hall was dark, with only fine gold dust floating in the corner under the window.
Seeing him coming, the woman fell to the ground in a panic, her long black hair hanging on the ground, her silk skirt flowing, and her pearl hairpins swaying.
The palace maids lit the lamps and brought him a cushioned jade throne.
Jiang Zhi glanced at her, still confused as to why the teacher treated her differently.
Anyway, he looked very ordinary - lustful, clumsy, cowardly, and sycophantic.
There are many such people in the palace.
Thinking of this, a hint of teasing appeared in Jiang Zhi's eyes. He wondered what his teacher's expression would be when he heard that his favorite concubine had entered the palace. Would he go to the palace to ask for her, or would he simply hand her over to him?
"Step forward."
Zhu Hao walked on his knees and slowly moved forward.
Bending the knees and bowing the waist is only a superficial pain. If your body is not weak and your integrity is not lost, what harm does it matter if you bow your body?
Soon, palace ladies came in one after another and placed a set of ivory chess.
He asked, "Can you play chess?"
Zhu Hao lowered her head and replied, "Your Majesty, I know a thing or two."
This was beyond his expectation.
Who would have thought that after three games, Zhu Hao still hadn't won a single game.
I wish you a good look and a quick sweep of the river.
She certainly wasn't an expert, but she wasn't stupid either.
In the first round, she deliberately put herself in danger, but found that Jiang Zhi did not need to make any concessions.
He was arrogant, extravagant, cruel and ruthless. Since he ascended the throne, the government was in chaos. Loyal and good people were framed with false charges, and the heavy taxes and miscellaneous fees weighed down the shoulders of ordinary people.
But his chess skills were exquisite, his offense and defense were measured and he had every possible plan, which was completely different from his absurd behavior in the court.
Jiang Zhi lost interest and kicked the chessboard over with his foot. Ivory chess pieces flew everywhere, making crisp sounds when they hit the ground.
"...Your Majesty, if it were any other day, I wouldn't be able to defeat you, but I wouldn't lose so miserably." The woman knelt down at your side, knowing what she was doing. She raised her voice and said, "Lord Song has lost a few times when we played chess."
Jiang Zhi laughed and sneered, "You are so foolish! The teacher is just being accommodating, yet you have the nerve to take it seriously?" He propped up his chin and changed the subject, "Why on a normal day?"
As soon as this question was asked, the simple-minded woman's eyes suddenly turned red, and she whispered, "Song Lang wants to marry Princess Suiping, and I... naturally my heart is not in the game of chess."
"Why, are you blaming me?" Jiang Zhi sneered, his eyes like sharp blades pressed against her throat. He really couldn't understand how Song Lang had indulged this woman to cultivate such a stubborn and ignorant character. "Even if he didn't marry A-Lin, there's no way he would marry a woman of unknown origin. He's my teacher, so he should marry a noble lady from the capital, the daughter of a clan. Even if I don't grant him a marriage, there are people in Huaicheng who are interested in his marriage and would choose a virtuous and well-connected lady for him."
He walked down the stairs slowly and suddenly clamped her jaw. "What do you think of it?"
Jiang Zhi used quite a lot of force, and it hurt. Zhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear hung at the end of his eye, about to fall. Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened and disgust emerged. He suddenly let go of his hand, fearing that the tear would fall on the back of his hand.
"As an imperial princess, shouldn't I share the worries and difficulties of my country and my emperor?" Zhu Hao wiped away her tears, her nose slightly red. She continued, "Isn't that what's written in the storybooks? If Princess Suiping is sent to the Kingdom of Qing as a marriage alliance, perhaps the war can be delayed..."
"Qing?" Jiang Zhi laughed heartily, mocking him, "You truly are a fool, raised deep in the inner courtyard. The Qing army has already retreated, and you don't even know that. How dare you offer me advice?"
"I once heard Song Lang mention that Qing's withdrawal was merely a temporary measure, waiting for the smaller nations and Ying to suffer mutual losses, so they could seize the opportunity and annex Ying in one fell swoop." Jiang Zhi saw Zhu Hao pursing his lips and hesitantly said, "Besides, General Yu was actually returned from Qing a few days ago? Qing hasn't given a reason yet. Why was General Yu in their hands? And why are they so 'kindly' releasing him now? Since the general is in Qing... perhaps His Royal Highness Prince Ling also..."
Her tone was lively, either high or low, and Jiang Zhi could easily taste the sour taste of the jealousy in the girls. "Instead of arranging a marriage between the princess and Mr. Song, it would be better to send her to the Kingdom of Qing for a peace agreement. On the one hand, it would contain the Kingdom of Qing, and on the other hand, it would help us find out the whereabouts of Prince Ling..."
Before he could finish his words, everything in front of him was shaking and spinning. In the blink of an eye, Zhu Hao's throat was firmly grasped. Jiang Zhi approached, his fingers gradually tightening. "I don't know, are you as stupid as a pig and stumbled upon a plan by accident, or... have you suddenly become smart?"
"If he were still alive, A Lin would help him return to Ying regardless of his own life." Jiang Zhi murmured to himself, and the strength of his hands gradually increased. He looked at the woman's face that turned red due to poor blood circulation and the tears that forced out of the corners of her eyes. The violence in his heart grew, surged, and ran through his limbs.
She is like an exquisitely carved hollow vase, covered in gold and jade on the outside but empty on the inside. She only has a good appearance, but is actually extremely stupid and fragile.
Now, the vase is in his hand.
The teacher has always been quiet and taciturn, and has no hobbies.
If I kill her, will the teacher be angry?
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