The Ninety-Nine Bowl of Soup Big Dream (10)

What did Song Jin do when he was violently stimulated and ran away suddenly?

He ran back and burned all the pictures and notes of the erotic palace.

Then because he had touched something very soft and cute with his right hand, he had not been willing to wash his hands all day. When he saw Qing Huan, who had already changed into women's clothes the next day, he was completely dissatisfied. Unlike when he was in men's clothes, she was particularly beautiful and gentle in women's clothes. Song Jin almost dared not look up at her. When he spoke, his eyes stared at the ground and his voice was trembling. This look made many people see. Everyone was following him in Xijiang. Unlike the Imperial Guard who couldn't wait to show his loyalty in the hall that day, he was very accepting of Mr. Meng's sudden change to the son of the deposed emperor, but suddenly he became a woman.

What does it matter? A good-looking person can be willful. Mr. Meng wants to be a man, and if he wants to be a woman, he will be a woman!

But the prince is really innocent. It has been more than half a month since Mr. Meng became Miss Meng. The wedding was ready quickly and was about to ascend the throne with the new emperor. When the prince saw the girl, he still lowered his head and shook his voice.

It really makes people worry about the wedding night of the emperor and the empress.

For this reason, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Fan licked their old faces, found a complete set of erotic pictures from the collection of books, and sent them quietly, and hid them on the desk of the imperial study room, mixed with those uncensored notes.

In this way, it will definitely not be discovered. This will save the prince's face. After all, the prince is still a novice.

Song Jin wanted to get along with Qing Huan alone before the wedding, so he called her with the reason for discussing the matter. Although she had restored her daughter's dress, her status in the Western Army was not shaken at all. Instead, because of the female status, she became more popular. The entire Western Army seemed to be the only one who followed her. She had forgotten that the real master was Song Jin. As she walked into the barracks, a group of bastards didn't need to yell or beat them. They stood straight in their military posture, and their fists were full of male strength.

No chance, no chance, no chance, no performance in front of Mr. Beauty, who would be willing to let the beauty see his sloppy and incompetent side? Even Mr. Zhou, who is always ungrateful, carefully shaved his beard and put on clean satin clothes. Song Jin beat him several times and asked him to talk to Qinghuan less. As a result, the old man was very righteous and went out to run around together. Why didn’t he say that at that time? Besides, everyone loves beauty. What’s wrong with him taking care of himself? Is it because the prince was satisfied with the tanning charcoal head in the military camp every day?

Ah, Mr. Zhou remembered himself when he was young. When he went out, how many big girls and wives were secretly watching him. His admiration for him was beyond words, and many could be lined up from the capital to the western border.

Since she knew that Qinghuan was a woman, Song Jin finally asked the girl to serve her. By chance, it was the two they brought back from Xijiang, one with big eyes and round face, one with a single eyelid and melon-shaped face, one with a round figure, and the other with a strong, slender and slender figure. These two people always make Qinghuan laugh when they stood together.

When they learned that Mr. Meng was really a girl, the two girls couldn't believe it. How could they have no clue when they observed so hard?!

Three days before the wedding, Song Jin and Qing Huan had a meal together. They served them. Song Jin also told Qing Huan: "These two girls look clever and pleasing, but they are actually the stupidest. Even if you are a woman, you can't tell."

"Did the prince see it?" Qing Huan asked with a smile.

"Of course." Song Jin responded without blushing. "I knew it a long time ago, otherwise how could I have a deep love for you? This is obvious. I only know that I am happy with you."

What a shameless quibble.

Song Jin was there, and the girls were not angry or dared to speak up. As a result, as soon as Song Jin left, they took the initiative to explain to Qinghuan to prove their innocence. It was not that they were inflexible and had no good observations. It was because the prince was too harsh at that time! He said with a round face: "Girl, you don't know. The prince asked me to test you, and set rules for me. He was not allowed to take a bath or change clothes, nor did he have physical contact with you, nor would he be allowed to say whispers. Tell me, how capable can I be? Is the prince so demanding?"

"Not only that, I am not allowed to look up at you! I am not allowed to stay in the small hall at night! I even keep my servants at more than five steps away from you!"

That is indeed difficult for them.

Qing Huan smiled and praised them some good things, and the two girls were satisfied. Song Jin could not have imagined that his old secrets were all over. He had convinced himself now. From the very beginning, he could see her daughter's body. As for the eighteen-styles of Longyang...what it is, it doesn't exist, I don't know, I have never heard of it.

What surprised Qinghuan was not only Song Jin easily let go of her identity as the "children of the emperor", but even the deposed emperor's children and concubines did not add any guilt. He only hated the deposed emperor, so he did not let hatred spread to others.

There are injustices and debts.

What Qinghuan didn't expect was that before she really got married to Song Jin, someone was interested in it. Because of her habit, Song Jin often asked her to comment on memorials. Sometimes he encountered some problems and always wanted her to accompany her. However, she often tried wedding clothes, embroidered shoes and other things these days, so she didn't go there frequently, which made Song Jin very resentful.

As a result, the day before the wedding, she went to the imperial study room to find Song Jin. As soon as she entered, she found that the atmosphere was extremely cold. Song Jin sat in front of the desk and looked at the person kneeling at the bottom. There were also Old Zhou and Old Fan around her. Seeing that she was coming, they first subconsciously smiled at her, and then continued to look at the person. Qinghuan walked to Song Jin curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Go down first." Song Jin was too lazy to let her see such a person, so Zhou Fan and his two elders immediately took the initiative to avoid it and asked the eunuch to drag the kneeling person out. As for how to deal with it later, they both knew what to do.

"Um?"

"Don't worry." Song Jin first comforted her. "I will not marry anyone except you."

Qinghuan understood as soon as he heard this. Now Song Jinchun is proud and powerful, so naturally someone has also set his sights on this piece of fat. She was pulled on her lap and sat down with her slender fingers. Although this person often has no expression on his face, he will frown unconsciously, so there seems to be a hint of depression between his eyebrows: "Don't be unhappy, am I not here to accompany you?"

"Yeah." Song Jin rubbed her and sighed happily, "I always feel it's not enough... but I feel that I'm very greedy."

Qinghuan didn't say anything, just touched his head.

This is just a dream without a past and a future. In the dream, we experience the joys and sorrows of birth, old age, sickness, death, and separation. When we wake up, everything will be invisible. Only in the dream can we get such beauty.

I fulfill his dream of getting old until he grows old. The more beautiful the dream is, the easier it is to wake up.

But the sadness was only a moment, and Song Jin quickly came back from his empty state. He suddenly remembered that he seemed... had not taken away the things given by the two elders from the memorial! If she found out that he had taken notes again, he would definitely laugh at him!

What he thought was complicated and difficult to tell, but his expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened. He picked up Qinghuan and walked into the room temperature. He had said it a thousand times that as long as she was, there would be no one else, and no matter who it was, it would not work.

This is his reverse scale.

He loved this man deeply, from bones to souls. If one day this body is destroyed and the soul turns into ashes, it will remain unchanged.

He can afford it forever, and he can afford it, and he can also enjoy it.

As long as he can stay with her, he can do things that ordinary people can't imagine in their entire lives.

He can.

It must be possible.

On the wedding day, Song Jin was even more nervous, although only those close to him could see his nervousness, at least in the eyes of others, the new emperor was extremely noble and had a strong aura - only Qinghuan knew that Song Jin's slightly red ears and his hot and sweaty hands when he reached over to hold her.

His eyes were very pious, and his obsession with her far exceeded his desire for power and the throne. He even took the initiative to tell her that he would not have children. After a few years, the government would be stable, so he would choose a child with a good character to take to Zhou Fan and the other elders, and then take her to the idle clouds and wild cranes.

He wanted to be worthy of Grandpa Emperor's teachings and did not want to waste the rest of his life being separated from her.

If he could be together, he hoped that there would never be a third person, nor would there be any other connections. In this way, a simple past life was his humble and luxurious wish. He spent his entire life working hard for this wish.

Song and Jin are now the emperor, so naturally no one dares to play with the wedding banquet. He left the banquet in a hurry and exchanged glances with the other elders Zhou Fan before leaving. The newly brought books were much better than the ones he had read in the past. At least he didn't vomit, and he was willing to take notes, and he was also very imaginative.

This is the scene he dreamed of and longed for, and that only appeared in his dreams, but now it has come true.

He ran to find someone he loved deeply, and he was always afraid that if he didn't pay attention, she would disappear. This inexplicable panic and uneasiness came from no matter where it made him feel that he couldn't catch her. No matter how hard he tried, he would lose his only trace in the end.

I really want to see her.

I wish I could grow wings, fly over the roof and the crowd, and go to her side.

If only it could be forever.

But if you can't, it doesn't matter.

Because he is easy to satisfy and never regrets.

Tonight, the moon is so beautiful and cool as water.

She is so beautiful, too.

Just like a dream.
Chapter completed!