Chapter 32 The Tao is ruthless but affectionate

Song Yu turned over and got off the horse in front of Xie's house, and happened to meet the difference coming out.

"Isn't it found?" Jingcha asked Song Yu, but as soon as he spoke, he saw that Song Yu's face suddenly became more solemn.

"Didn't she come back?"

"No, I explained to her family that Yaoyao was with me so that they wouldn't worry." Jingqi walked to another brown horse outside the door, but found that Song Yu behind him suddenly calmed down and frowned slightly. Jingqi got on the horse and added, "I forgot to tell you that there were many things before. I have made a marriage with Yaoyao."

Song Yu paused slightly in her heart and said to her horse without changing her face. "She should be in Yiru singer now."

"Yi Ruge..." Jingcha's face darkened. Just as he was about to say something, he saw his housekeeper coming here on horseback. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was the sentence he was slandered this morning.

"Mrs. Bai has been very uncomfortable since early morning, but she has been asking us not to disturb the prince. It's just the current situation..."

"I know, I'll go back immediately." Jingcha turned around and told Song Yu a few words and followed the housekeeper to ride a horse. Song Yu raised her eyes in place and forgot to put down the plaque of the Xie family and rushed to the palace again.

In the palace, Yi Ruge sat next to the piano and raised his hand to stroke the strings, but the music played out was out of tune. He pushed the piano aside impatiently and turned back to ask the Ziyuan standing beside him.

"Do you think it's too risky for me to do this?" She still remembers what Song Yu said to her at the beginning.

"In the palace, don't say more things that can be said or not, and don't do one more thing that can be done or not."

But what she has done now, even she knows that she is wrong.

"Madam, don't worry, the maidservant has bought a few jailers, and no one will know that there is one more person in the prison. Even if there is, the maidservant can testify that she is indeed deliberately unfavorable to her wife.

Yi Ruge sighed slightly and suddenly saw a palace man walking into the garden to report. He thought that Song Yu had turned back again, and his heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat. Unexpectedly, the man said, "Madam, the king is coming."

Yi Ruge quickly sorted out his emotions and got up to meet the King of Chu who walked into the garden.

Now as soon as she sees the King of Chu, she will remember that it was not her but another person who was originally happy, and the resentment in her heart will increase unprecedentedly.

After being perfunctory for a while, the king of Chu suddenly mentioned something she didn't want to hear.

"I don't know what's going on with Xiahou. He entered the palace early this morning and said that he wanted to see the woman who had broken the tricks of the Qin people in the teahouse before, but in a blink of an eye, he told me that the woman didn't know where she had gone." The king of Chu should not only curl his lips and hold Yi Ruge's trembling softness. "I heard that the woman looks a little similar to his wife... What's wrong with the lady? Why is the palms full of sweat?"

"No... it's okay..." Yi Ruge didn't expect that there would be such a paragraph in the middle, so she had to pretend to be curious and continue to ask, "So how did that girl see through the tricks of the Qin people?"

"Several Qin people spread rumors and slandered Song Aiqing. The girl found the intentions of those people and exposed their identities in public..." It was not clear what the king of Chu said next. What she cared about was whether Song Yu liked Qiu Yao for this reason. If this was the case, it was also a contribution. Even her sacrifices are far more than Qiu Yao's, but the reward is diametrically opposed to her efforts?

If she had a trace of fantasy about Song Yu while devoting herself to the king of Chu, then all her hopes at this moment turned into resentment.

Yi Ruge reluctantly coped with the King of Chu. Before long, she said that she was weak and returned to her palace to rest. She knew very well that Song Yu would definitely come back here if she couldn't find anyone. At that time, even if she tried her best to deny it, he would definitely not believe in herself.

The notice from the bodyguard arrived as scheduled. When Song Yu approached the hall for the second time, Yi Ruge was sitting at the table drinking by himself. There was a little blush on his beautiful face, which looked very charming.

"Where is she now?" Song Yubo looked at her angrily and didn't want to do those unnecessary etiquette anymore. Ziyuan beside her wanted to make a sound again, but was blocked back by Yi Ruge.

"If you drink this glass of wine, I'll tell you where she is." Yi Ruge smiled sadly.

Song Yu frowned and looked at the glass of sake handed over by Ziyuan. After a moment of hesitation, she raised the glass and drank it all.

Yi Ruge finished reading all this, and then bit his lip and turned his head to one side. "I've already told you that she is not with me. If you don't believe it, why do you need to ask this?"

"Very good. It seems that you want me to find her in person." Song Yu had no intention of going around with her. After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Soong Yu!" Yi Ruge shouted sadly, "Are you going to deal with me for her? Don't forget that we are in a boat now. If I tell all the previous truths to the king of Chu..."

"You won't." Song Yu turned his head and looked at her. He turned around and was about to leave. The four guards guarding the door suddenly closed the door of the palace. Song Yu turned back angrily and looked at Yi Ruge, who was leaning on the table and staring at him. He felt an unknown heat from his chest. He almost realized what was in the wine at the first time. "Yi Ruge, do you know what you're doing?"

"I know, I know it very well." Yi Ruge got up and walked to Song Yu gracefully. He raised his hands and feet with a charming amorous feelings. When he approached, he found that Song Yu's eyes were a layer of bottomless frost. He couldn't help but stop and hit her whole body with excitement. However, Song Yu's next move shocked her.

Song Yu took a step forward, and his slender five fingers pinched the slender and white neck in an instant. He had never been so angry or so gaffe. If you want to ask him why, he didn't understand that he would be so angry at this moment. "Just be clear, please remember clearly, don't try to use anyone or anything. Threaten me."

Yi Ruge was stunned to see Song Yu easily forcing the four bodyguards out of his bedroom, and there was no trace of blood on his beautiful face.

In the prison, the silky cold wind entered through the wall. Qiu Yao, who was sitting on the ground, shrank and leaned against the corner of the wall.

In a daze, she suddenly felt a pair of warm palms on her shoulder. Qiu Yao opened her eyes and saw Song Yu's rare and frightened handsome face.

"How are you?"

"Well... I'm hungry and cold. They didn't give me lunch." Qiu Yao sucked her nose and tried to lean against Song Yu's warm body, but she found that Song Yu's body stiffened, and then she completely woke up. "Oh, why are you so hot?"

"I'll take you away first." Song Yu ignored her question and directly pulled her up from the ground and walked out. Qiu Yao saw the jailers outside the door standing respectfully on both sides, hanging their heads as if they had done something wrong.

A brown horse stopped outside the cell. Qiu Yao got on the horse at Song Yu's signal. Song Yu sat behind her. Qiu Yao keenly felt that there was something wrong with Song Yu's hot body, and the oncoming Shuo wind was so cold that she trembled. She had to approach like the warm chest, but she heard the breathing of the people behind her. The hair is heavy.

"Hey, talk, what's wrong with you?"

The person in front of him moved restlessly. Song Yu's index finger, holding the reins, still did not answer her words.

Song Yu took a deep breath, turned the horse's head, and took Qiu Yao to an inconspicuous mansion.

"Take her to the guest room to rest and bring a bucket of cold water for me to my room." Song Yu put down her words to the two people at the door and walked to her room without looking back. Qiu Yao stayed in place and hesitated for a moment to catch up with him.

"What's the matter with you? You talk!" Qiu Yao chased all the way to Song Yu's door. Seeing that he was going to turn himself out of the door, Qiu Yao ran forward cruelly and stretched out her hand to the door. Song Yu was caught off guard and almost grabbed her hand. After a pause, Qiu Yao had followed her into the room.

Qiu Yao raised her hand to touch his forehead despite his obstruction. "The forehead is so hot must be a fever. How can you use cold water for a fever? Such a cold day..."

"It's not a fever," Song Yu grabbed her messy palm. The hot temperature scared Qiu Yao. Before Qiu Yao could react, the two warm lips had been pasted.

It's not a fever, but his body is so hot. Qiu Yao quickly understands what happened. As for who is the originator of this matter, it is naturally self-evident.

He stretched out his hands and fixed her petite body between himself and the door, holding her palm in one hand and wrapping the other behind her to make her closer to him.

His kiss was completely different from the last dragonfly water. He no longer tasted it. He easily pried open her teeth, hooked his tongue, and knocked out all her reason in an instant.

Qiu Yao was confused for a moment, and then tried to respond to his overly enthusiastic kiss. In fact, she wanted to do this when he kissed her in the carriage for the first time. He seemed to have a magical magic, which made her instinctively want to get close to him and ask for something.

Qiu Yao was kissed a little breathless. She also circled Song Yu with one hand and tried to pull him away. Unexpectedly, he held her tighter with his backhand. Qiu Yao sneered uncomfortably, but it provoked Song Yu's greater reaction. The hand behind her somehow circled to the front and went up along her soft and delicate body. Those warm palms wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes when she cried in her dream, and applied medicine to her when she was injured. These Qiu Yao knew nothing, and Song Yu's heart was indeed like a mirror.

Qiu Yao leaned against the door behind her softly, allowing the slender five fingers to stroke her body inch by inch. Her strength was not heavy, as if Song Yu intended to endure, but everywhere the five fingers went, a small cluster of blazing flames ignited, and her consciousness gradually blurred. Qiu Yao opened her somewhat blurred eyes and looked at the contating long The eyelashes trembled slightly, like two flying butterflies, and the bottom of my heart melted into an indescribable movement.