Chapter 0161 Capital Punishment
Not long after Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie returned, they heard the sound of hurried running outside the door. They both looked towards the door, thinking that they would see someone rushing in soon. However, they waited for a long time before a panting figure pushed open the door.
Song Shuo was sweating profusely and holding on to the door frame. He didn't bother to talk and just stood there panting like a puppy.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Qu Yunmie: “…”
It's strange to say, Qu Yunmie has been jealous of many people, including Yu Shaoxie, Fuzi, Di Fazeng, and even Jian Qiao who has a family and Wang Xinyong who is in his thirties. As long as they get close to Xiao Rong, Qu Yunmie will be unhappy.
But the only exception was Song Suo. Even though the latter was already attached to Xiao Rong, Qu Yunmie would at most dislike him for being unruly, but would not be jealous of him.
Qu Yunmie couldn't explain the principle behind this, but he didn't care about Song Suo before, and now that he was about to succeed in getting to the top, he cared even less about Song Suo.
The queen was so generous that Qu Yunmie even took the initiative to stand up and leave space for the two of them. …
When Qu Yunmie stepped over the threshold, Song Shuo quickly shut his mouth, turned sideways, pressed himself against the door, and lowered his head to express his obedience.
Xiao Rong looked at this scene and found it a little funny. A change in identity would cause changes in all aspects of the surroundings, and even a troublemaker like Song Shuo was not immune to it.
It's lonely at the top, that's all.
It doesn’t matter, he will treat Qu Yunmie the same as always, and let him feel at all times that he is still the same Qu Fantong.
When Xiao Rong thought of the word "good-for-nothing", he couldn't help but chuckle. He wanted to save face for Qu Yunmie, but the problem was... he felt like he couldn't hold it back any longer.
"...You really look very happy."
Song Ruo walked in at some point and was looking at him strangely.
Xiao Rong raised his head and admitted openly, "People are in high spirits when they are happy. I am getting married soon. Come on, call me queen so I can hear it."
Song Shuo: “…………”
The eloquent Song Suo actually stuttered one day. He pointed at Xiao Rong with a sullen face and said, "You! You you you...he! He, he..."
It felt like nothing he could say was appropriate, so Song Shuo could only harp on other things and get furious: "Everyone knows about this, except me! Xiao Rong, you make me so sad!"
Xiao Rong looked at him and said to him very seriously: "Qian Zheng, I will be a family man in the future. You can't say such things anymore. It will easily cause misunderstandings."
Song Shuo was so angry that he jumped up half an inch on the spot: "Xiao Rong!!!"
Xiao Rong laughed for a moment and stopped teasing Song Shuo. He admitted defeat and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to hide it from you alone. I don't know how others knew about it."
At this point, he sighed and said, "I'm sorry for what I've done to you. Can I compensate you? Just tell me what you want, as long as I can afford it."
Song Suo knew that Xiao Rong was not to be blamed for this, but since there was a benefit, he would rather take it than miss it. His eyes rolled and he was about to speak.
But Xiao Rong suddenly cut off his tongue: "I won't help you bully the Buddhist disciples, nor will I help you bully Yu Shaoxie, and don't even think about Qu Yunmie."
Song Shuo: “…”
Then what else is there to watch?
Song Suo was unhappy. He deliberately said viciously: "This won't work, and that won't work either. Then you can take away all the official duties in my hands. I won't do it anymore. I want to rest too!"
As expected, Xiao Rong agreed immediately: "Okay."
Xiao Rong had originally planned to restart the work after returning. Even if Song Shuo didn't say so, he would have asked Song Shuo to share some of the burden for him. Now that Song Shuo took the initiative to bring it up, Xiao Rong asked him in a friendly manner, "Is that enough? Now we are even, right?"
Song Shuo: “…”
He felt like he had punched cotton, and also felt that he had been at a disadvantage, but Xiao Rong's words were true. He had already sent someone to Song Shuo to get the official business. The guards went and came back quickly, carrying two or three boxes of documents. Xiao Rong was not surprised, because a coronation ceremony consumed the minds of countless people.
Xiao Rong sat beside the desk to check on Song Shuo's progress, while Song Shuo just watched him like a hands-off boss. As he watched, Song Shuo's indescribable expression slowly changed.
Xiao Rong lowered his head to read the documents and did not notice this change. He raised his head again after hearing Song Suo's voice.
Song Suo: "Luckily you're back."
His voice was very calm. Even when he saw Xiao Rong looking up, his voice remained the same. Without the usual teasing and meanness, his voice actually sounded quite cold.
But his expression was different from his voice. Xiao Rong looked at him and felt that he seemed to be about to cry.
Song Suo: "...After you left, I didn't know where to go. Although I am still an official, I always feel that everything is different. Without you, no one can tolerate me. Even if there are still people willing to tolerate me, I will not be happy."
People tend to seek benefits and avoid harm. Xiao Rong is Song Shuo's biggest reliance in the Zhenbei Army. With Xiao Rong around, he can do whatever he wants. In fact, after Xiao Rong leaves, he can continue to maintain his current position with his own abilities, or even go further. But Song Shuo knows that things will be different after all.
From now on, officials are officials, colleagues are colleagues, and His Majesty is His Majesty. He will never have the opportunity to make trouble again. …
Looking at Song Suo like this, Xiao Rong suddenly found that he didn't seem to be so obsessed with the version of Song Suo with the Seven Apertures Heart.
Rather than making Song Suo a famous prime minister throughout the ages, he hoped that Song Suo at the age of forty or sixty could be as happy as Song Suo at the age of twenty. Even if he became an old man, he would still be a mean old man with white hair, but he could still reveal that smug look that deserved a beating.
Xiao Rong lowered his eyes and smiled gently. He did not tell Song Suo these words. After all, there was still a long time to go.
He simply put down the document in his hand, then held up Song Suo's hand, and looked at Song Suo kindly and gently: "Qian Zheng, although I like men, I only like Your Majesty. Thank you for your kindness. For the sake of your life, you should turn back..."
Song Shuo: “…………”
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