Chapter 64

Song Ci's inherent pride made him unable to keep a smiling face under such circumstances. He looked at Zhou ruo'an without expression and clenched his fist.

He didn't care about the pressure of song's resignation. Zhou ruo'an looked at him solemnly and said softly, "I don't like this marriage. I guess you should think the same as me."

"So?" Song Ci squints at him and asks.

"I know you like Zhou Ruoyan," Zhou said. "I can abdicate and help you marry her back."

Hearing this, Song Ci finally couldn't bear it. He just thought Zhou ruo'an's proposal was ridiculous.

"I don't know where you heard the wrong information," Song Ci stressed coldly, "but I can tell you clearly that I don't like her, and I hope you don't point at Yuanyang spectrum!"

Zhou ruo'an blinked his eyes and recalled Zhou Ruoyan's high spirits when he talked about Song Ci with himself. His expression was distorted for a moment.

It turns out that the so-called sweet memory is all Zhou Ruoyan's own brain tonic, which really makes people not know what to say.

But Zhou ruo'an would never give up so easily. She nodded disapprovingly and said, "I know, but you should have other people you like. No matter who it is, I can help you."

"Don't be paranoid!" Song Ci said coldly, "the engagement between the two of us is made by our father and the emperor. There is no possibility of going back on our promise."

As a modern soul, Zhou ruo'an has absolutely no idea of the supremacy of imperial power. Hearing this, he turned his lips impatiently and calmed down.

It seems that it is impossible for Song Ci to take the initiative to withdraw his marriage. Zhou ruo'an thought in his heart that he saw a trace of disappointment in his eyes. Sure enough, killing them is the easiest way to solve the problem.

Such an idea flashed by. Zhou ruo'an knew that Ling Tianwang could never agree.

Because of this, he looked at Ling Tianwang's eyes and couldn't help feeling a little more sad.

I don't know what he thinks in his heart, but Ling Tianwang subconsciously brings up a smile, and his eyes are faint with comfort.

Looking at the two of them frowning in front of him, and thinking of Zhou ruo'an's current residence, Song Ci couldn't help taking a breath of air.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Song Ci only felt a chill on his head.

"Zhou ruo'an," Song Ci slowly approached and whispered, "now that you and I are engaged, I hope you don't do stupid things."

Zhou ruo'an didn't even look at him. There was no change in the expression on his face, just like he didn't hear anything.

Song Ci clenched his teeth, his expression suddenly became ferocious, like an angry lion, just want to defend his dignity.

Because of the change of the atmosphere around him, Zhou ruo'an made a defensive posture, and his whole body was tense.

Ling Tian Wang subconsciously patted Zhou ruo'an on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "it's OK."

But soon, Ling Tianwang responded. He quickly took back his palm and curled up his fingers. It seemed that he could still feel the temperature of Zhou ruo'an.

As a modern man who has experienced numerous assassination training, Zhou ruo'an doesn't think such a touch is a big deal, and he doesn't understand the meaning of Ling Tianwang's suddenly dodging eyes.

"Your Highness, the third prince," Ling Tianwang said in a low voice, pretending to be calm, "you should not like any improper rumors coming from outside."

Hearing Ling Tianwang's voice, Song Ci suddenly woke up.

As a prince who is fighting for the support of more ministers, monkey clearly knows what he should do and what he should not do.

Looking at the other party's naked threat, Song Ci took a sarcastic look at him and said, "I've heard that King Ning has hands and feet all over the sky for a long time. Now it seems that he has."

Ling Tianwang has long been used to the vigilance of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and the royal family. Listening to Song Ci's words, he doesn't think much of it.

"Not all hands and feet," Ling Tianwang said with a smile, "just a few more errands."

Knowing that he would not be able to stay, Song Ci took a deep look at Zhou ruo'an and then turned away without hesitation.

The man who was standing in front of Zhou ruo'an with the scroll hesitated for a moment, simply threw the scroll forward and trotted after Ling Tianwang.

But what fell in front of him, Zhou ruo'an took it subconsciously. He didn't know what he had done until he felt the heaviness in the palm of his hand.

"This..." Zhou ruo'an turned to look at Ling Tianwang and handed over the things. "I don't like these. Here you are."

Ling Tianwang's vision has not been on the high value of the painting, she just quietly looked at Zhou ruo'an, although some doubt asked, "do you know its value?"

Zhou ruo'an waited for a while, but he was a little impatient. He directly pulled Ling Tianwang's hand and stuffed the scroll in the past.

After doing all this quickly, Zhou ruo'an clapped his hands and saw a trace of satisfaction in his eyes."I know it's valuable, but I don't like it, so I give it to you," Zhou said. "Whether it's appreciated or grasped by myself, it's at will."

Ling Tianwang was still immersed in the casual touch just now. He didn't hear what Zhou ruo'an said at all.

He Lengleng looked at each other, half a day back to God.

Zhou ruo'an frowned with some doubts. His fingers shook in front of his eyes and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

Ling Tian Wang subconsciously grasped the slender fingers in front of him, and then he felt like he was scalded.

"Nothing," Ling Tianwang said in a low voice, retreating two steps and barely keeping a look of nothing. "I'll take this scroll. If you regret it later, you can let someone take it."

Besides, Song Ci went back to the palace in a hurry, holding that tone in his heart. There was no way to express it.

"Does Zhou ruo'an like poetry and ode?" Song Ci asked without expression.

The man clearly felt the dissatisfaction of Song Ci at this time, and knelt down and kowtowed to the ground without thinking about it.

"Yes," he replied weakly, with some bad premonitions in his heart.

"Oh," Song Ci sneered, grabbing the porcelain beside him and smashing it down.

The man could clearly hear the rapid sound of objects rubbing in the air. The tendons on his hands burst up and knelt there motionless, even afraid to hide.

The white porcelain cup hit him heavily on the head, then rebounded to the ground, and the crisp cracking sound came quickly.

The person's body trembled for a while, the whole person was lying on the ground, trying to narrow their sense of existence.