Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

This smell suddenly appeared, it was very similar to the smell of oil.

"Come out!" Meng Zixian suddenly thought of something and ran into the room, holding Song Lianhe's hand.

At this moment, the room was already on fire. The fire suddenly began to spread.

The two of them flew out of the bonfire with miserable expressions on their faces.

"Dang —!"

One was short while the other was long. The two swords collided.

Meng Zixian's Ice Moon blocked the man in black's sword attack that was about to attack Song Qi. The man in black pressed the tip of his sword against her short sword.

After a few more moves, the two of them reacted. They looked at each other and chased after the man in black.

The moment he gave chase, four men in black appeared.

It seemed that everything that had happened tonight had been prepared beforehand.

The man in black didn't hesitate at all. He wielded his sword and attacked. Two attacked Song Qi and two attacked Meng Zixian.

Meng Zixian's martial arts were ordinary, and her qinggong was good. She was barely able to hit the crescent moon in her hand.

"Clang!"

The touch of the sword erased the cremation.

Meng Zixian turned around and tried to dodge the attack. However, when she bent down to avoid the attack from another person, the eunuch's hat was cut off.

On the other side of Song Que, after snatching the knife from the man in black, he cut that man's throat cleanly. Blood splattered everywhere. The other person seemed to not care and took the knife head-on.

The two battled for a while, but in the end, they were still killed.

"Stop playing. Someone will hear it later." Song Que warned.

After Meng Zixian heard it, she put away her playful attitude. Bing Yue was like a tiger, and her body was nimble. Soon, she killed a person.

"Leave him alive."

Meng Zixian heard Song Que's order. She originally wanted to cut his throat, but instead, she was at a disadvantage and was almost pierced by his sword.

"Just say it earlier!" Meng Zixian's back was covered in cold sweat as she accused Song Que.

The only black-clothed person was subdued. Just as he took off his mask, he vomited blood and died.

"Death Soldiers."

The two of them looked at each other and said at the same time. It seemed like they had already guessed each other's identity.

The morgue had already been set ablaze, and the fire there was overflowing. Corpses were strewn all over the place, and people outside would definitely be alerted.

Meng Zixian's Ice Moon was still bleeding. She stood side by side with Song Que He. Looking at the fire and thinking about what happened tonight, she couldn't help but have a serious face.

Before he even opened his mouth, Song Que said in a low voice: "Let's go."

"Leave?" Meng Zi's eyes widened. "The corpse here …"

Before she finished speaking, she pursed her lips. This was none of her business.

"Where to?" she asked.

"Return to the palace."

"No!" I can't go back yet! " Meng Zixian didn't know what to say. She just saw Song Qishen looking at her with a cold face.

Seeing that, she quickly explained, "Think about it. With tonight's situation, you can tell with a glance that it's coming straight at you. If you have any movements right now, you can say whatever you want. There must be people watching."

"As for me, if I am discovered, then one of your chess pieces might disappear."

On one hand, and on the other... She didn't want to go back to the harem at all. The danger lurked around her like a cage that was deeply imprisoning her.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end, although he agreed, he could only let her obediently stay in the Prime Minister's Estate and not run away. If anything happened in the palace, he would immediately send her back.

Meng Zixian's heart thumped, and she nodded obediently in agreement.

Even though she acted like this, on the second day, when Song Qishen had just left for the imperial court, she had changed into a valiant man's outfit and snuck out through the back door.

"You finally came out with great difficulty. Who would believe you!?" Meng Zixian said proudly, holding the silver in his hand and laughing.

This was her first time visiting this district ever since she was reborn in Dongsheng.

The capital city was bustling with activity. A market had been established since a long time ago, and the sound of people selling goods could be heard incessantly.

Meng Zixian wandered the whole street and also ate a lot of food. Her mouth was full of oil and her stomach was bulging.

"Young Master, buy a scented sachet. Tomorrow is the seventies. Hurry and buy one for your lover!"

When he walked to a corner, a peddler pushed a cart and greeted Meng Zixian with a smile.

"Tomorrow at seventy?" Puzzled, she stopped, wiped her mouth, and moved closer.

Upon seeing this, the peddler became even more friendly, "Yeah, there's still the Double Seventh Festival tomorrow."

Meng Zixian's eyes flickered, and he smiled. "Isn't that very lively?"

"That's because all kinds of festivals and festivals are held in Dongsheng!"

Meng Zixian bought a sachet and returned home satisfied. She had been planning all this time.

As she approached the Prime Minister's residence, she changed paths and sneakily pushed open the back door. When she saw that no one noticed her, she quietly entered the room. She planned to secretly return to her room to change clothes and pretend that nothing had happened.

But before he had even taken two steps, a deep male voice rang out from beside him, sounding very familiar.

"Halt."

Meng Zixian's body froze. Damn, he had been caught again.

She scolded the man again and again in her heart before she slowly turned around. She laughed dryly, "Oh, Lord Song is so elegant today. He has an extraordinary bearing!"

"What did you promise?" Song Que's face didn't look good. He held his hands behind his back and frowned.

Meng Zixian knew she was in the wrong and said weakly, "I just went out to take a look. I definitely didn't run around." He even wanted to swear with three fingers.

"I say, what did you promise?" Song Que asked.

Meng Zixian was infuriated by his attitude. She angrily swung her arms and puffed out her chest, "I am not yours, I am alone! If I want to go out, so do I.

"Also, I will still be going to the seventh party tomorrow."

Meng Zixian angrily rushed back to his room, ignoring Song Qi's cold eyes that were like a dried up well.

Song Qishen wanted a chess piece that listened to everything he said. Meng Zixian's explanation yesterday was reasonable.

However, he was not the only person there. The entire mansion might be under surveillance. If Meng Zixian were to run out like this, what would happen if she were caught?

Song Qimu stared at Meng Zixian's back and clenched his fists. However, he had no choice but to put it down. He angrily flicked his sleeve and left.

Meng Zixian stayed in the room for a long time. He wanted to keep his anger and not eat dinner, but his stomach was not working. She awkwardly ran to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

She hugged him back and coincidentally bumped into Song Qi River.

"I didn't see you, I didn't see you." Meng Zixian glanced to the side, put the thing in her hand into her mouth, and pretended to have a soul.

The angry Song Qi suddenly shook her head and laughed as if she didn't know what to do.

"Halt."

Meng Zixian stopped helplessly. After all, she was not a real ghost.

"What are you doing now?" Mencius chewed on something with a slurred voice.

"Be careful when you go out tomorrow." Song Qishen reminded.

Meng Zixian almost choked on the food in her mouth when she heard this. She stretched out her neck to swallow the food, then smiled brightly. She cupped her fists and said, "Thank you, Master Song!"

Song Que stared at the crumbs on the corner of Meng Zixian's mouth. He frowned and left with a dark face.

Why did it have that dead face again? Meng Zixian shrugged and hopped back to her room.

On the second day, it was finally the Seventh Festival that he was yearning for.

Meng Zixian would go out to eat and play around as usual. At night, she would put on the clothes she had bought and put on her jewelry. She could wear a mask anyway, and no one would know her.

After adding the scented sachet, she went to Song Qi's room. However, it was completely dark inside. It was obvious that no one was there.

Qixi still needed to be busy with official business? Meng Zi sighed and left. She had only taken two steps when she seemed to have thought of something. She stopped and felt unhappy.

Where could he go today at the Double Seventh Festival?

In Jingfei's bedroom.

What was she thinking!? Meng Zixian shook her head to get rid of all the messy thoughts in her head, put on her mask and ran out.

The Seventh Festival would be held on a long street. On both sides of the street, there were tea houses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops, and ten miles of brightly lit streets filled with lanterns.

The bustling stream of people, men, women, old and young, squeezed into the same street.

Walking back, there was a river on one side, and young men and women were sharing their heartfelt thoughts, putting on lights together and praying for good wishes.

Meng Zixian, wearing a mask, wandered around the whole street and bought many interesting things. However, she could not hold them in her hands, so she gave them to the kid next to her.

She bought a lamp, lit it, and went to the river, where she put the lantern in.

Other people must first put their hands together to make a sincere wish before putting out the lamp. Meng Zixian was used to being carefree, so she didn't have any desires, but she felt that all kinds of lanterns were very beautiful. After lighting them, she bent over and sent them into the river, watching them float away together.

When he saw that his lanterns had gathered with the rest of the group, Mencius stood up and took off his mask.

He raised his head and saw a familiar person.

That person was dressed in azure clothes and had a slender figure. He had gentle features and a gentle temperament, just like jade. He stood under the bright light, looking at her.

"King Jing."

Meng Zixian was holding a stick of candied fruits in her other hand. She bit down on them and shouted in a muffled voice.