Chapter 162

Don't want to be angry with Zhou Fei, Song Ci deeply closed his eyes, this just some helpless asked, "is someone saying something in front of you?"

Zhou Fei's eyes turned around and looked at the side rigidly, and her action just proved Song Ci's conjecture.

"Mother concubine," Song Ci exclaimed, adding to her voice, "this matter is very important. It's not easy to make a decision."

Song Ci was worried in his heart, but also a little annoyed. He unconsciously showed a little bit of anger when he spoke.

The concubine of Zhou is acutely aware of this, the facial expression immediately sinks down.

"I know that you have grown up," Zhou Fei turned her head and murmured in a low voice, "and you have your own ideas."

"Forget it," she said, turning to walk out. "I won't be a nuisance to you."

Hearing this, Song Ci's head is big. He can't understand why his good voice is distorted into this picture?!

He hurriedly chased two steps outside and invited Zhou Fei back.

However, although Zhou Fei was sitting beside her, she had no expression on her face.

Song Ci, like a trapped beast, turned twice in the same place, and sighed helplessly.

He looked up at the people who were waiting beside him, waved his hand and said, "go down, all of you."

Zhou Fei sat quietly in the same place, turning her fingers in front of her, and her eyes lingered on the bright red Kou Dan.

"Concubine," Song Ci called softly.

Of course, he did not get any response, Zhou Fei's action remained unchanged, as if nothing had been heard.

After a moment's silence, Song Ci added to his voice and cried, "mother concubine!"

Until now, Zhou Fei finally condescended and looked up at him.

Looking at the familiar face, even if the eyebrows were cold, the anger in Song Ci's heart disappeared.

It's the man in front of him who has preserved himself in the palace and let him grow up smoothly until now. On weekdays, if he says he likes it, it will appear in front of him immediately.

Thinking of the warmth between them, Song Ci took two steps forward and squatted in front of Zhou Fei.

He looked up at her like a child who had not yet grown up.

Concubine Zhou's eyes were in a trance for a moment. It seemed that she went back to the past again and saw the little boy who was domineering in the palace.

The estrangement in the heart gradually dissipated, Zhou Fei raised her hand to touch his forehead, helplessly whispered, "also talk about your idea."

Looking at his suddenly changed eyes, Zhou Fei didn't say anything more, but the touch of her fingers became more and more gentle.

"Not to mention that the marriage of my son's ministers was given by my father and should not be ignored, just say that Zhou ruo'an and Zhou Ruoyan are so different that there is no way to compare them!" Song Ci said.

Looking at his different faces when he mentioned Zhou ruo'an and Zhou Ruo Yan, Zhou Fei picked her eyebrows and asked deliberately, "I just don't know who is heaven and who is earth?"

"Of course, Zhou ruo'an is heaven, Zhou ruo'yan is earth!" Song Ci didn't want to speak, and his tone was very firm.

Zhou Fei didn't say anything, just slightly drooped her eyelids, blocking the flash of her eyes.

After the voice fell, song Cicai reflected that he seemed to be a little extreme, some embarrassed cough, here without silver three hundred taels of explanation, "Zhou Ruoyan always do some inexplicable things, it doesn't look like a famous girl at all."

At first, Zhou Fei didn't want to say anything, but when she heard this, she couldn't help it.

She frowned and asked coldly, "is Zhou ruo'an like that?"

Acutely aware of the emotional changes of the concubine Zhou, Song Ci's eyes quickly crossed a touch of suspicion, and asked tentatively, "didn't you hear some other people's nonsense?"

"Nonsense?" Hearing this comment, Princess Zhou couldn't help laughing. Looking at her eyes, she was very sarcastic. "I wish it was nonsense, but it wasn't!"

"Don't you know that the relationship between Zhou ruo'an and Ling Tianwang is too close? Don't you know that she hasn't been at home for a long time? Don't you know the rumors behind your back? "

Every question she asked was so full that Song Ci didn't come back for a long time.

Both of them stopped talking, and the palace became quiet as if they could hear each other's breathing.

I don't know how long later, Song Ci sighed and said in a low voice, "it's just some shadowy news. Why do you care?"

The imperial concubine of Zhou didn't expect that Song Ci insisted on seeing such a situation, and her breath suddenly became much shorter.

She kept panting, heart completely sink down.

Is there a kind of infatuation in the royal family? Zhou Fei asked in her heart, but she couldn't get the answer.

Song Ci half drooping eyelids, quietly looking at the foot of the piece of land.

He didn't have any other movements, and he didn't rush to explain anything. The whole person seems to have become a sculpture, cold and pure, and a little less human.His heart has been whirling around Zhou Fei's previous inquiry, and the dark shadow of the fundus of his eyes is spreading a little bit.

Even if he knew everything clearly, he would never have the chance to regret that the marriage was decided by his father.

However, he also knows that the proposal put forward by Princess Zhou today is for her own good.

Song Ci can only lament that Princess Zhou has lost her vigilance because of the comfortable atmosphere, but she is still moved.

"You let me look at you with new eyes." after a long silence, Zhou FeiMeng stood up, shook her sleeve and said coldly.

Song Ci blinked his eyes, filled with blank, dazed pupil gradually began to fill the outside world.

"Mother and concubine, this matter is of great importance, and it's not easy for us to decide," Song said in a deep voice.

Concubine Zhou understood what he was emphasizing, and her anger was even stronger.

She bit the soft meat on the side of her face and said in a cold voice, "you don't have to worry. I'm not ignorant."

It's just about you. I always forget my priority. I just want to tell you right away.

By the end of the time, the concubine of Zhou pressed down her words and turned to walk out.

I don't know if it is Ling Tianwang's illusion. He always thinks that the figure in front of him seems to be thinner.

It is also until now that Song Ci suddenly finds out that his mother's wife, the only concern he has in this palace, is very old, and her old age has been aggravated by her exhausting life in the palace.

He sighed, the bitterness in his heart surged in waves, like eating the immature fruits carelessly, which made him burst into tears.