Tan Bao was pure-minded and puzzled: "Tell them directly that it was the little prince who prophesied and saved their lives."
"They despise the demon king who is a disaster for the country. If they say it directly, not only will no one believe it, but it will also damage the master's reputation."
Shi Bao saw it clearly, and felt sad: "This is also the crux of the little prince's worries, so he would rather not send the funeral to the empress, and he doesn't want his sister to argue with the people because of him, and ruin the image of the Goddess in the hearts of the people."
Tan Bao felt pity: "He really won't send the funeral to the Queen Mother? It's so pitiful."
"Yi Rong, how are you doing?"
The ginseng essence came over secretly, and he heard it from the beginning to the end, sighing endlessly: "Although I can't show my true colors, at least I don't leave any regrets."
Jin Jing disagreed: "It's a pity that I can't send my mother a funeral as a son. Why don't you say that you have regrets?"
"Master, it's his wish that Xiao Budian only thinks about his sister."
Shi Bao rubbed his chubby face and tried to comfort his master: "Master, don't think too much, just follow his heart."
"Hi."
Lin Qingluo's brows were dim, and he sighed deeply.
*
The empress passed away, and the imperial court secretary was in charge of the funeral. Su Ziqin was busy running around, and finally got some free time. When he returned home, he called Su Qingluo to his room as soon as he entered the door, and the two sisters whispered.
"Sister Yu, have you gone to the palace again?"
Su Ziqin was very emotional: "Every time I go, nothing good happens. Could it be that I can't fight with the palace?"
"I think so too, guilty."
Lin Qingluo rubbed the center of her eyebrows with a headache, and sincerely agreed with this sentence.
"You're making a big fuss this time."
Su Ziqin's delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of jokes: "I offended many people, and I guess they are secretly scolding you at home right now."
"The prime minister has one party, and there are not many good things."
Lin Qingluo was so disgusted: "Curse as you please, I don't care, a bunch of pious villains only dare to gossip behind their backs."
Su Ziqin kindly reminded: "Words and pens, fanning the flames, the combined strength is still quite powerful. Before His Majesty was overwhelmed by their anger, he fell into a coma."
"I don't underestimate them."
Lin Qingluo was upset: "I look down on them at all, they don't have any real skills, they only play tricks, scheming, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, pretending to be prudish on the surface, but in fact they are full of bad things."
"Hehe, you are absolutely perfect."
Su Ziqin was amused, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Commander Xu also likes to say this sentence, scolding the prime minister for his bad taste, harming others and himself."
"Aunt Xu is a genuine person."
Lin Qingluo smiled slightly: "Her temperament is more compatible with mine."
"Sister Yu."
Su Ziqin smiled and leaned forward: "Sister has something to say, I've been holding it back for a long time, and I've always wanted to ask you."
Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows lightly: "Sister, what do you want to ask?"
Su Ziqin's eyes were solemn: "Is that little kingfisher of yours the mythical beast Phoenix?"
"Ahem."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously looked away: "Why would my sister suddenly want to ask this?"
"Sister Yu."
Su Ziqin's ears were reddish, a little unnatural: "To tell you the truth, Commander Xu asked me to ask."
"Aunt Xu?"
Lin Qingluo frowned slightly: "Why did she ask you to ask me?"
"Sister Yu."
Su Ziqin's mind tightened, and he held her hand subconsciously: "You tell me first, should you?"
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