Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

"My palace?" the woman in the light pink dress asked.

As soon as Meng Zi's words came out, all the girls in the hall were stunned. They all looked at Meng Zixian and Song Que with confusion.

Song Que nodded his head: "She is the 'dead' imperial concubine you were talking about."

Meng Zijue stood up, straightened his back, and cleared his throat in a pretentious manner, "I am blessed with great fortune. I wonder if I am qualified enough to ask you for this' Rainbow Skirt '?"

Everyone heard that a concubine of the harem had hanged herself, and that she was an unfavored concubine. She had wanted to get someone to join hands with Lord Song when the harem was empty, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly appear halfway through.

The abandoned consort had come with Master Song, so she must have some connections with him.

However, if he were to hand her over, he would definitely ruin his original plan.

However, even if it was an Imperial Concubine, she still had more authority than other martial artists. The woman in the light pink dress glanced left and right, revealing a troubled expression, hesitating a few times.

"If you want it, take it."

Song Que waved his hand and yawned lazily: "I have brought you people, other than Ni Chang, with me. It is getting late, you should go back and rest." "I'll go back to thank your masters for their good intentions, I'll remember them."

Since her master had already sent out the order for her to leave, she didn't dare to say anything. After packing up her things, she left with a heart full of unwillingness.

The only ones left in the hall were Song Qi He, Meng Zian, and Ni Chang. No, Ni Chang wasn't a real person.

Meng Zixian walked up to Ni Chang and gave her a bright smile, "You'll be following me from now on."

Ni Chang smiled and nodded her head, but she did not say anything. Even a puppet like them was trained to smile.

"You have to bring a golem along even though you are a golem?" Song Que said in a playful tone: "Or do you want to use this person to kill me?"

Meng Zixian turned around and said nonchalantly, "Even if the two of us were to join forces, we might not be your match. Why would I want to seek death?" Wouldn't it be better if I had an assistant for you if you asked me to gather information for you in the palace? "

"Or could it be that Jingfei is my assistant?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man's face darkened. He shouted in a low voice, "She isn't anyone!"

Anger raged in his heart, and he did not want to talk to her anymore. Song Qi called for the guards outside: "Bring the two girls to the guest room. I'm tired. "

When they left the hall, Meng Zixian looked back at Song Que. He lowered his head slightly. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, making his expression hard to read.

Sure enough, Jingfei was the woman he loved.

Song Qi, Song Qi, you really do have a weakness.

Walking into the guest room, Meng Zijue had just said that he could sleep when Ni Chang washed herself, took off her clothes and laid down on the bed.

As if a program had been set in advance, the Southern Wilderness puppet Gu was not to be underestimated!

Meng Zixian walked up to the bed and gently caressed her cheek.

However, Ni Chang didn't have any reaction. She was sleeping soundly. Rather than calling it sleeping, it would be better to say that she was dead.

"Sigh, how pitiful." Meng Zixian retracted her hand and gently covered the girl's dress with a blanket. Glancing back through the window, he saw that all the lights had been extinguished.

Meng Zixian quietly sat in front of the round table. After the patrolling guards left the yard, she jumped out of the window like a bolt of lightning. With a light stroke of luck, she stood on the wall.

The wind was whistling beside her ears. Meng Zixian was observing the situation of the Prime Minister's Estate. Every pavilion on the first floor was engraved in her mind. Not long after, she was familiar with the path of the Prime Minister's Estate.

He browsed the streets to see what the capital looked like 500 years ago. It was also convenient for him to escape after obtaining the antidote.

After the three o'clock noise on the street, it started drizzling.

Song Que didn't go to rest. He was wearing a cloak and sitting in front of the table in the study. He had a picture scroll in his hand and carefully opened it.

The woman in the painting was a beauty that could topple empires, and her face was like a hibiscus. She was none other than Jingfei — Chen Huai Zhi.

Fine drizzle drizzled through the open window. Song Que quickly put away the scroll and carefully put it away.

He walked to the window and closed it. He saw that the bamboo that was shrouded in shadow was swaying a few times, and heard some rustling sounds.

After staring for a while, Song Que didn't make any sound. He got up and put down his cloak. Then, he slowly walked to the inner room.

Just as he took off his shirt, Song Que realized something strange was going on the bed. The quilt that was originally folded up was spread out on the bed, and under the quilt was a clear bulge that seemed like a person.

After thinking for a moment, Song Que's eyes darkened. In the end, he walked over and quickly pulled open the blanket. In an instant, he saw Ni Chang's almost flawless body in front of him.

There was a sound of explosion in his mind. Song Qishen subconsciously retreated and quickly averted his eyes. He turned around and angrily yelled: "What are you doing in my room!"

Without a sound, Song Que suddenly remembered that Rainbow Skirt was a puppet. It was unintentional. Even if he asked, she wouldn't be able to answer words that weren't in the training area.

Song Qi picked up the clothes on the wooden shelf beside him. With his back facing Ni Chang, he threw the clothes onto the bed.

He wasn't afraid of women, but because there was something different about this rainbow-colored dress. The moment he saw her, he would lose some of his heart.

Back when she was a puppet, she had already learnt the charm arts of the Southern Wilderness when she was trained.

At this moment, the first person Song Que thought of was Meng Zixian. Now, the Gu of Ni Chang was in Meng Zixian's hands. No one but her could control Ni Chang.

Just as Song Que was about to leave the room and ask Meng Zixian, he felt something move behind him.

Ni Chang opened up her arms and pounced towards him. Her warm body wrapped around Song Qi He's back.

It was like the fox like monster written in the book. Its hair fell onto Song Que's chest and gently bit his earlobes.

The man's eyes darkened slightly as he growled, "Scram!"

Just as he was about to use his strength to break away from Ni Chang, he felt a wave of killing intent attacking him.

Before she could think, she had already turned around. Song Qishen pushed her away with his palm and Ni Chang fell to the ground. There was a flash of silver light. Song Qishen looked and saw that it was a silver needle.

"Kill you!"

The puppet didn't feel any pain, and Ni Chang crawled up from the ground. As if she received an order, she let out a low growl and started attacking Song Qi River.

"What's going on?!"

As the two were fighting, Song Que heard Meng Zixian's voice.

After controlling Ni Chang, he turned around to look at the source of the sound. He saw Meng Zian standing at the door, holding a small bag in her hands.