Chapter 402

Except song haoliu, no one can make this clear sound, and no one will dare to stay in the front yard of King Jing's house in the middle of the night and wait for King Jing's return.

Murong yuan listened to his voice. Without stopping, he just glanced at Song haoliu, and directly skipped song haoliu, who was still sitting under the throne, drinking tea leisurely with his first hand, and sat down on the throne.

"Prince song is willing to give up his sister. The king is not willing to leave silently. Without saying goodbye, he left achu alone in the capital." Murong yuan's tone was faint.

Song Hao smiled at the corners of his mouth, put down the tea cup that had been put on his lips and shook his head slightly. "The LORD said so well. If ordinary people really believed it, it's a pity that in the next pair of eyes, although it was clumsy, he still saw the Lord's insincerity. While squeezing his sister, he found such a high sounding reason for himself."

Murong yuan slightly raised his eyes and looked at Song haoliu. "If he is really the first of the four CHILDES in the south of the Yangtze River, everything can't hide from childe song. The imperial court has lost a talent like childe song."

Murong yuan's tone seemed to have a trace of irony.

Song haoliu listened and his smile remained unchanged. "It's enough for the imperial court to have people like princes. I'm just a weak scholar. I can't recover mountains and rivers. I can't calm the external chaos. I can't do... I can't do the training of sergeants."

In the end, song haoliu's expression was still as warm as before, but his eyes looked at Murong yuan with a slightly provocative color.

Murong yuan had a melancholy look in his eyes. It seemed that ah Chu and song haoliu were really close. Although he was not dissatisfied with what Su Yunchu might have said about the blue eagle, he really felt provocative when he looked at Song haoliu's look of "my sister will tell me anything".

Yan Yishan, on the other side, leaned against the gate in front of the courtyard and was gnawing an apple in his hand. He really couldn't see their behavior. You said that one was supposed to be a gentle and graceful young master, and the other was supposed to be a noble and alienated cold faced God of war. On such a dark night, holding a candle, he said these boring things in the front courtyard Hall of King Jing's residence, What's the point?

Just spit out a stone in his mouth, Yan Yishan couldn't help but say, "I said two, can you talk well, what do you say, don't play riddles like this, you don't have time to panic, but also take into account your original image."

Murong yuan only glanced at Yan Yishan, but turned his eyes to song haoliu. "Is it just boring for childe song to visit the king late at night? Do you want to play tricks, or... Take a fancy to the tea in the king's house?"

Song haoliu looked at the tea he had put on the table and paused. Then he said, "I still remember how Yunchu looked when she arrived at the Song family. At that time, Yunchu was completely different from a little girl of six or seven years old. Her eyes were too calm. Even when I saw them, I felt shocked. Even though she was young at that time, I knew how a little girl could have such calm eyes with a hole in her heart for everything."

"Young master song came here late at night to tell me about ah Chu's past." Murong yuan's mouth was cold.

"I'd better listen to some stories. Otherwise, I can't rest assured that I'll leave my sister in the capital instead of bringing Yunchu back to the south of the Yangtze River after the Lord's expedition tomorrow." Song Hao's eyes were light and his tone was light.