Damn it!
Dong Susu almost vomited blood and wanted to tear Song Jian's mouth apart. She lowered her head and pretended that everyone around her was a stone, and cursed Song Jian ten thousand times in her heart.
hateful! Before wearing the book, no matter how much she imagined, she would never have imagined that after wearing the book, Song Jian's face, which was more beautiful than a woman, would actually have a mouth that could say anything!
If he hadn't had this bad mouth, her eighty-first mission would have been completed long ago.
It's a pity that she has such a broad mind for spending 200 points to redeem it.
Dong Susu twisted her thigh hard. If she had known that when writing the article, she would write Song Jian as a mute!
After Dong Susu was settled, Song Jian turned his horse around without even saying hello to Tan Zhuo, and headed straight for the camp.
The guards bowed their hands to Tan Zhuo and quickly followed.
Tan Zhuo, who was thrown away after using it, smiled and shook his head.
Young people!
The guard behind him was unconvinced and said: "Master, that Song Jian is too arrogant! When Chao Guogong met you, he gave you a little bit of sympathy, but he came to you in a domineering manner."
The guards echoed: "Hearing a hundred times is better than seeing him. The eldest son of the Song Dynasty is well-deserved. No wonder Duke Chao has not invited him to be crown prince for a long time. He is moved to make his second son crown prince."
"Such a rude person doesn't show any respect to His Highness the Crown Prince. I'm afraid that if he is made the crown prince, he will lose his title in the future!"
"..."
Tan Zhuo raised his hand to stop the guards from talking. Looking at Song Jian's retreating figure, he was not angry at all and said indifferently: "You don't know many things, so don't talk nonsense. Young Master Song Jian is just young and energetic, a little unruly." That’s all. If he is really a loser, how could the headmaster of Wuqi Academy accept him as a closed disciple? We have no way of commenting on the matter of asking for the title of Crown Prince, it is a family matter of Duke Chao’s house."
According to his opinion, it may not be that the old Duke and Chao Guogong are unwilling to apply for the title, but that Song Jian himself is unwilling to be the heir apparent.
He had resentment in his heart.
Tan Zhuo sighed softly.
The guards did not dare to discuss any more. In recent years, because of their relationship with the prince, the Chengenhou Mansion and Chao Guogong Mansion tried their best to avoid each other and maintain superficial harmony, so as to avoid conflicts between the two parties and embarrass the prince, the queen and the imperial concubine.
ahead.
Song Jian rode the horse very fast.
The wind blew loudly, like a knife cutting on the face.
Dong Susu's cheek hurt and she had to squint her eyes and turn her face slightly to the back.
Song Jian half-smiled, lowered his head, and asked in her ear: "Have you fallen in love with the prince again?"
"No! Absolutely not!" Dong Susu waved her hands repeatedly as if she was frightened, not even caring about the ambiguity of his hot breath brushing her ears.
Wei Ji is her biological son and the man of her best friend. How could she like Wei Ji?
Even if he likes it, it’s because his son likes it.
Thinking about it this way, something seems wrong?
Her best friend and her biological son...
A flash of inspiration flashed in Dong Susu's mind, and she hurriedly scratched her body.
The jealousy in Song Jian's chest subsided slightly, but he couldn't see her being absent-minded when facing him. She sneered and asked: "You can't seduce me, so you just touch yourself? Dong Susu, you are really S..."
Before Song Jian could finish the shameful word, Dong Susu twisted his face in time, and his face turned red with anger: "Song Jian! Can you shut your mouth? Where is my pen? Where is my notebook? Where did you hide it from me?"
A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. She must quickly write down her inspiration.
Song Jian took a deep breath.
He knew that Dong Susu was inspired to write a storybook.
At this time, if he didn't give her paper and pen, she could kick him off immediately.
When this woman goes crazy, all his yin and yang anger will be transmitted backwards.
He silently took out a pen and paper and slowed down his horse.
Dong Susu tightened the reins and the horse stopped completely.
She stepped on Song Jian.
Song Jian silently took out the stirrups from his feet.
Dong Susu dismounted from the horse with the stirrups on, lay down on the grass, and started writing.
Song Jian rubbed his forehead, slowly dismounted, squatted down slowly, and looked at her notebook.
It was still the familiar handwriting with missing arms and legs. The handwriting was so ugly that he couldn't bear to look at it, and he could barely make out what was written.
[Male protagonist: My son. Hostess: My best friend...]
Song Jian's eyes twitched: "Who is your best friend?"
"Qing Yin."
When Dong Susu wrote the first book "Qing Qing, Ying Ying", he didn't know who the heroine was, but she wrote more than 20 books of "Qing Qing, Yin Yin" in a row. If he didn't know who the heroine was, he would be a big fool.
"Don't you think that when our son grows up and reaches the age of marriage, Zhen Qingyin will be a little old?"
"It's okay, my son is young, they are both average, they are still young and oily teenagers."
Song Jian: "..."
Dong Susu was full of inspiration and had no distractions. She wrote for a full quarter of an hour, finishing the characters and outline. Then she sighed with satisfaction, opened her arms, breathed in the oxygen-filled spring breeze on the grassland, and stretched.
Awesome! Not a single word of inspiration was dropped to the ground.
Song Jian looked away from the small notebook.
This time there is no crematorium for chasing wives, only scheming little wolf dogs.
Song Jian looked at Dong Susu who stretched out her chest and looked away from her chest with no interest.
He will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not have a son with her!
Dong Susu took advantage of her head to heat up, looked at Song Jian affectionately, and mustered up the courage to "confess": "Song Jian, let's have a son!"
Don’t all feudal men love to have sons?
No matter what, she won't give him a child anyway. She will praise Haikou first and then kidnap someone.
Song Jian stood up, raised his eyelids and gave her a mocking look, then turned around and gave her an indifferent back: "No, I will have no descendants in the future."
He just wants to have a daughter.
If she dared to give birth to a son, he would throw him away.
Dong Susu: "..."
Are there any men who curse themselves to have no descendants?
Oh oh oh, I almost forgot, this setting was written by her.
She rubbed her face and asked for sex but was declined. It was okay. It wasn't the first time she was slapped in the face anyway. After being slapped, she became thicker-skinned.
Anyway, the guards were far away and no one heard what they said.
Song Jian mounted his horse and stretched out his hand towards her.
Dong Susu originally wanted to be reserved, but come to think of it, there were assassins today. Maybe those assassins didn't know that she had a "close relationship" with Song Jian and killed her. Then her death would be unjust.
She put away her pen and notebook, and was about to reach out her hand to Song Jian. Suddenly, the pug system reminded: [Host! Host! There's an emergency! 】
Dong Susu's hand paused.
[Host, the male and female protagonists are about to die, please find them and rescue them, otherwise the world will collapse! 】
"Black girl, why are you lingering?" Song Jian scolded impatiently. He noticed something was wrong in her eyes, and unconsciously softened his voice, "Come up quickly, let's go back, and I'll grill you some meat..."
Dong Susu stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Jian's sleeve, raised her head, and asked solemnly: "Song Jian, where is the prince? Where is Wei Ji?"
His tone was polite and his eyes were anxious.
She didn't ask Zhen Qingyin because she knew that Song Jian didn't take Zhen Qingyin seriously at all, and he most likely didn't know that Zhen Qingyin and Wei Ji were together.
