"Stop making trouble."

Xiao Song knelt in the hall of the princess's mansion, and next to him was Zhao Ling, the eldest princess of the Song Empire.

The eldest princess knelt down there and was not honest. She poked Xiao Song next to her with her elbow, making him upset.

"You two are too much." Duke Ding sat beside him and shook his head and sighed: "The prince is already indulging you two, but who knew that you two actually did such a thing."

Lao Zuo is in a relatively relaxed mood now. He is actually mentally prepared. This kind of scandal of pregnancy before marriage appeared on his idiot and rebellious daughter, but now he didn't expect it to be the royal princess...

There are no trivial matters in the royal family. After hearing the princess’ report, Prince Fu slapped a horse to death, which shows how serious the crime was.

Now the two of them were ordered to kneel in front of the hall, waiting for the King of Fu and the official to worship the heaven and pray for blessings before making any treatment.

At this time, Zuo Rou outside was wearing the princess's Congyi life suit, holding a greasy paper bag containing melon seeds in her hand, and came here while knocking. When he stood there, the sound of eating melon seeds in the hall.

"Oh..." Xiao Zuo spitted out the melon seeds and looked at the two people kneeling in front of the hall: "I said that you must be unable to escape this disaster today."

"Little Wan'er!" Duke Zuo frowned: "It's time, don't put any harm in the wrong."

"Why not? Now it's only half a level lower than you, Dad, and I don't know how much he is taller than this dog thing. Shangguan tells you what he is?"

Jin Ling'er, who was also kneeling on the ground, raised her head: "There is a genuine product here."

"It's not me who is waiting for the broken leg to be." Zuo Rou spat: "You are so good at first-class? Are you kneeling here too?"

"Okay." Lao Zuo frowned and waved his hand: "Xiaowaner, don't make trouble, go outside to play."

"I don't, I'm going to watch them get beaten up."

"Hmph..." Jin Ling'er rolled her eyes, then supported Song Beiyun's shoulder and sat on the ground: "My legs are sore."

"It'll be gone later. Let's experience this soreness and swelling well. There's no chance in the future." Zuo Rou said gloatingly, "I'll bring the Queen Mother's wheelchair to sit with you in a few days?"

"Xiao Wan'er, step back!"

Before Jin Ling'er was beaten, the whip in Zuo Guogong's hand had already been lifted up. When Zuo Rou saw that her father was angry, she quickly lifted her skirt and ran out. Her calf was swaying so quickly, and she couldn't even step on the gorgeous life suit. She had some skills.

Xiao Song didn't say a word from beginning to end. Today, one person needs to be beaten. Choose one of them, you can't be pregnant Jin Ling'er, right? Then the answer to understanding is about to come out. One of the two people is going to be beaten and this person will not be pregnant Jin Ling'er...

Just beat it up, otherwise what else can I do? If this is reported, the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty was pregnant before marriage, and the royal face was immediately lost. By then, it would not be possible to get beaten up.

In this way, the two of them knelt in front of the hall until the evening. Jin Ling'er had already lost her energy and sat next to her and started eating, but Song Beiyun still poked the place straight and said nothing throughout the whole process.

"If you should give in, give in, don't be too hard." Jin Ling'er whispered, and then fed Xiao Song a cake: "My father is so good, he has a knife and a tofu heart. Even if he gets angry, he can't hold on. You can just accept it."

"This time it's probably not that simple." Duke Ding sighed: "It's related to the royal reputation. Now Prince Fu is probably apologizing from the official family."

"Then it's okay. Brother Emperor is a very easy to talk to."

"Where is Zongzheng Temple? Zongzheng Temple is not a good place to speak." Dingguo asked: "This matter is not a small matter. It is not like other things. It is the marriage of the eldest princess. You either order you to fall into the child and marry the Liao Kingdom, or let this kid Princess Shang take down his official position and raise it in the capital like a prince consort like a pig."

Jin Ling'er was speechless. She looked back at Song Beiyun. She knew the person around her best. If he had lost his cub, he would have made Song Song a big upside down. Otherwise, he would not have called Song Beiyun. With his means, he might not have escaped.

As for letting him become a princess safely as a prince-in-law, this is even more impossible. Not to mention that he has been trained as a cabinet. In the current situation alone, if Song Beiyun was not available, Zhao Xing would be the first to stand up and overturn the table.

This is an extremely difficult thing to have the best of both worlds, but my stomach is getting bigger and bigger day by day. In a few days, I am afraid that the whole world will know that the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty has been planted in her belly.

"You say something..." Jin Ling'er poked Xiao Song with her hand: "Don't do this, I'm afraid... Or we'll burn Zongzheng Temple overnight!"

"Your Highness, Princess!" Duke Ding's face turned blue: "Be careful of your words!"

Song Beiyun raised his eyelids slightly: "I want to have a trick, but I'm still kneeling here?"

Jin Ling'er suddenly became discouraged: "What should I do...it's all your fault!"

Xiao Song didn't say anything, he just lowered his head, because now this is the case. The only way is to wait until King Fu discussed with Zhao Xing what to do before he could make a plan for the next step. After all, the matter in the world is nothing but the things related to the royal family are as big as the sky.

At this time, Qiaoyun hurried in: "The prince is back."

When Jin Ling'er heard this, she immediately got up from the ground, knelt beside Song Beiyun, and looked pitiful with her head down.

Not long after, King Fu walked in from outside, held a whip in his hand, and came to the two of them with great momentum. Without saying anything, Song Beiyun was whipped, and then he slapped Jin Ling'er in the face.

However, although Xiao Song lowered his head throughout the whole process, he was extremely quick at this time. He pulled the golden bell behind him and let the whip hit him with a crackling sound. Even if the clothes were opened, he did not avoid it.

"Two bastards!" After the fight, King Fu angrily rebuked: "One is shameless, the other is shameless!"

Jin Ling'er hid behind Song Beiyun and did not dare to show her head. Xiao Song didn't say a word, but his body was beaten so hard that it must have been swollen.

"Tell me." King Fu pointed at the two people in front of him with a whip, and his hair and beard were all open: "Two bastards, what are you planning!"

Jin Ling'er's face exposed from Song Beiyun's shoulder and shrank back again. Xiao Song did not look up, but just whispered: "Let your hair fall."

"Let it go? If you, a villain, are willing to let it go, then things will be easier!" King Fu angrily rebuked: "Do you think I don't know what you are thinking about?"

Song Beiyun gently raised his eyelids and glanced at King Fu, and then he still said nothing. He didn't know that now is not the time to speak at all. No matter what he said, as long as it was his own decision, it would cause a series of problems.

Faced with these questions, even if you answer them, you will be more questions. If you say more, you will be more wrong. As long as you are caught with a wrong point, it will lead to a new round of questioning and then enter a vicious cycle. In the end, the Fu King will still tell Song Beiyu what he and Zhao Xing discussed. The difference is that in this process, you will get more whips and fewer whips.

What is this called? This is called a game. If you win, you have to find a way to win more. If you lose, you have to find a way to lose less.

"Don't speak, right? I know I'm afraid now, right?"

No, I'm not afraid at all.

Song Beiyun replied in his heart, "What's the point of fear? Apart from being a little tricky, what's worth scaring? Can a Jin Linger be more terrible than the upcoming Mongolian Empire when she gets pregnant? Can a little bastard still be in her belly be even more terrible than the Tiefutu of the Jin Kingdom?"

Facing the Mongolian Iron Cavalry, Jin Iron Futu and the 500,000-strong Skin Crew Army Song Beiyun were not afraid. Are they still afraid of a princess with yellow belly?

"Duke Dingguo, come here."

After a long time of silence, King Fu did not continue to argue with the young couple, but instead called Duke Ding out.

"Does it hurt?" Jin Ling'er took advantage of King Fu's out and began to press the whip marks on Song Beiyun's face with her hands: "The father beat him so hard..."

"It doesn't hurt." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "If you don't believe me, go get a whip, it really doesn't hurt."

"You are lying!"

"Then you still ask?"

"You yell at me!" Jin Ling'er pouted: "You yell at me? You can't live this life."

"Speak well!"

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er pouted: "Why did you say that your father asked Duke Ding to go out?"

Xiao Song looked back and whispered again: "It should be the princess whom Song and Liao married to him who has changed from you to Xiaowaner."

"Ah?" Jin Ling'er widened her eyes: "There is such a thing?"

"The matter is now the only solution. I want to win the Fo Baonu in this competition, and then turn around and choose my princess of the Song Dynasty. I can choose the Princess of the Song Dynasty, but Fo Baonu cannot choose his own sister, so I can only choose a princess of the Song Dynasty in the second place. If there is no princess, use the princess instead. How many princesses are there in the Song Dynasty now? And it is a big county like Jiujiang County."

"There is such a thing? Then..." Jin Ling'er muttered in a low voice: "You are willing to bear it?"

"I'm willing to give up."

"You're lying again!"

"Then why do you have to ask again?"

"Hmph..." Jin Ling'er hit him in the back: "You man, I should let my father cut you with an axe."

"Okay, with your axe, you will have to take a burial child in the palace to survive. How many years can the Empress Dowager protect you in her eighties?"

Faced with Xiao Song's problem, Jin Ling'er was speechless. The things in the palace were the most despicable. If Song Beiyun was gone, when all the elders who could protect her left, her good days would be over.

"Then what are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!