Liu Qingyun listened to his sweet words, and the jar of jealousy in her heart turned into a jar of honey.
She leaned against Song Wenzhou's chest, hooked her arms around his neck and said, "Cousin, what were you and Yu Qing doing in the room just now? I saw she was very happy when she went out."
Song Wenzhou lowered his head and smelled the fragrance on her hair, and said, "I plan to give her a status."
"What?"
Liu Qingyun started playing, with a look of grievance in her eyes, "Cousin, you gave Yuqing a title, what about me? What should I do? Now that Lu Ling has recovered from his illness, what should I do? You know that I only belong to you. !”
"Yu Qing has been with me for eight years, so her status will naturally be given to her," Song Wenzhou comforted with a smile, "As for Lu Ling, don't worry, I have already thought of a way. I will never wrong you in the future."
Although he had just vowed that he would never touch Lu Ling again, Song Wenzhou still felt that it would be good to have a child.
However, if you really can't have a child, let Lu Ling die unexpectedly.
In short, he is bound to win the property under Lu Ling's name!
"Now Lu Ling's whole body is cold, and Dr. Chu can't find the cause. Maybe it's some kind of terminal illness, and Lu Ling may die from it one day." Song Wenzhou comforted Liu Qingyun like this.
Hearing this, Liu Qingyun felt relieved.
"By the way, cousin," she said suddenly, "I discussed with my aunt two days ago why Lu Ling was so cold all over."
"Why?"
Liu Qingyun thought for a while and wondered whether Song Wenzhou might not believe in ghosts and gods like Mr. Song.
"Um?"
Song Wenzhou asked eagerly.
Liu Qingyun bit her lips and told her guess: "Cousin, you saw Lu Ling come back to life that night, and my aunt and I both felt that Lu Ling was resurrected by a lonely ghost."
After speaking, she carefully observed Song Wenzhou's expression.
Song Wenzhou frowned, as if thinking about the possibility that Lu Ling was a ghost.
"Cousin, what do you think?" Liu Qingyun asked tentatively.
Song Wenzhou narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did mother say?"
Seeing this, Liu Qingyun hurriedly said: "Auntie, like me, feels that Lu Ling may be unclean. Two days ago, auntie sent the housekeeper out to find a famous Taoist priest."
Song Wenzhou thought for a long time, then suddenly felt happy and asked, "Have you invited the Taoist Master back?"
"I don't know. Cousin, do you also believe that Lu Ling is a ghost?" Liu Qingyun was a little surprised.
"I don't care if she is a ghost or not," Song Wenzhou's eyes flashed with a stern look, "Since the Taoist Priest has been invited, let's take this opportunity to get rid of her."
"Cousin..." Liu Qingyun was a little worried, "but my uncle doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he will definitely not allow the Taoist priest to enter the house."
"What are you afraid of? Recently, my father has been very busy with the construction of Prince Zhao's Mansion. I'm afraid he won't even have time to come home. We will take this opportunity to get rid of Lu Ling. When father comes back, everything will be a foregone conclusion. What can father do? what to do?"
After Liu Qingyun heard this, she suddenly felt bright in front of her.
She leaned against Song Wenzhou's chest delicately.
Suddenly he asked out of curiosity: "Cousin, why do you want to build Prince Zhao's Mansion in Weizhou? Who is Prince Zhao?"
Song Wenzhou was in a much better mood, so he took her hand and said, "King Zhao is the third son of today's emperor. He put down the rebellion in the Golden Phoenix Kingdom in the west three years ago, so he was named King Zhao."
"So he is very powerful?"
"I heard that King Zhao was very powerful in marching and fighting. He has a certain amount of military power, but now he has a prince. In order to stabilize the situation in the court, the emperor made him king and asked him to live in Weizhou."
"Oh?" Liu Qingyun's eyes became even more curious, "Cousin, I have never seen anyone from the royal family in my life."
"What, you want to see Prince Zhao?" Song Wenzhou squinted at her.
"No, no, no, cousin, I'm just curious." She bit her lip.
Song Wenzhou smiled and said: "I have a friend in Beijing. He told me a few words that King Zhao is a very strange person."
Having said this, he smiled again, with a rather contemptuous look.
"Why is it weird?"
Liu Qingyun asked.
"It is said that he is also a man whose whole body radiates cold air. The people who serve him are all men, because women can't stand the coldness of his body."
"Why is this the same as Lu Ling?" Liu Qingyun frowned.
Song Wenzhou shook his head, "It is said that King Zhao was born like this, but Lu Ling was not."
"That's right, how can Lu Ling compare with the prince?" Liu Qingyun said disdainfully.
After a pause, she added: "Then, I'm afraid no one dares to marry King Zhao."
"No," Song Wenzhou shook his head, "He married a princess, but she died less than half a month later. Later, there were rumors in the capital that the emperor gave several women to King Zhao, but they all died of inexplicable illness. Therefore, some people said that King Zhao was destined to suppress his wife. .”
Hearing this, Liu Qingyun couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "I have only heard of subjugating a husband's fate, and this is the first time I have heard of someone who subjugates his wife! Besides, he is also a prince, which is really strange."
Song Wenzhou said: "I only heard about it and don't know the truth. You must not say these words. Otherwise, it is a serious crime to make unreasonable remarks about members of the royal family."
Liu Qingyun exclaimed softly, then nodded quickly: "I understand, cousin!"
She was just an ordinary commoner, and she came to the Song Mansion to enjoy the blessings by chance.
I don't understand anything about royal rules or anything like that. She was frightened when she first heard talk about the guilt of members of the royal family.
When the two of them were getting tired, Yu Qing said outside the door: "Master, the medicine is ready."
Liu Qingyun quickly straightened her open collar and stood up.
Yu Qing came in carrying the medicine, glanced at Liu Qingyun, and then said, "Master, Madam wants to see you."
"Yeah." Song Wenzhou nodded.
After drinking the medicine, the brother and sister went to the Buddhist hall to meet Mrs. Song.
When Mrs. Song saw her son, she quickly asked, "Zhou'er, how was it last night?"
Although she knew that her son and her niece were having an affair, she never imagined that they had already had an affair.
When Liu Qingyun heard this, she knew something happened last night.
She couldn't help but frown and look at Song Wenzhou, her eyes full of blame and grievance.
Song Wenzhou avoided Liu Qingyun's eyes and said to Mrs. Song: "Mother, Lu Ling is like a popsicle. I just stayed in her room as a show, and got cold."
"Ah? So serious?" Mrs. Song was a little worried, "Then how do you give birth to a child?"
Liu Qingyun: Give birth to a child? Didn’t my cousin say he wouldn’t touch Lu Ling?
She looked at Song Wenzhou aggrievedly again.
Song Wenzhou hurriedly said: "Mother, I think it is impossible for us to have a child."
"That……"
"But don't worry, mother, I have already thought of another way." He interrupted Mrs. Song's worries.
So he repeated what he had just said to Liu Qingyun.
After hearing this, Mrs. Song turned pale and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you planning to kill someone..."
She swallowed out of fear.
"Don't worry, mother," Song Wenzhou comforted, "We don't need to do it ourselves, we just need to find a good excuse to let the Taoist Master take action and kill someone with a borrowed knife. Moreover, everyone has seen Lu Ling's changes. I'm afraid there will be no People don't believe that she is possessed by a ghost.
"If something happened to her, we would only tell the outside world that she was drained of her yang energy by the female ghost and died of weakness."
As he spoke, a condensed murderous intent appeared on his face.
When Liu Qingyun and Mrs. Song saw this, their hearts trembled and they felt very scared.
But then I thought about it, as long as Lu Ling died, the road ahead would be smooth. Besides, Song Wenzhou would still be in the way if the sky fell.
Even if something happens, Mr. Song will definitely find a way to help Song Wenzhou clean up!
