Song Lang frowned and said nothing.
After a while, another guard came to report: "Master, those people are coming."
Song Lang glanced at Yuan Lao, and said quietly: "Go to the secret room first, let's discuss this matter."
The group of people avoided entering the secret room, Qianhua and Qianfang had been sent in first.
Seeing the familiar figure step by step came to his eyes, Prince Qianhua struggled to sit up and looked at Song Lang eagerly, his voice trembled slightly, and there was a wave of weakness.
"Song Lang—"
Song Lang's cool gaze fell on him, paused for a while, then moved away, expressionless.
Immediately a guard moved the chair behind Song Lang.
Song Lang sat down, took out a book, and looked at it slowly.
Qianhua looked at Song Lang bitterly. Why was he so cold that he didn't even want to look at him
"Song Lang, has our friendship for so many years been so broken?"
Song Lang smiled coolly, his eyes always on the book: "Friendship? In the eyes of you people, is there friendship?"
Qianhua stunned, if it is about friendship, Song Lang's father was also a companion to his father, and he grew up with his father since he was a child.
But the result
When the emperor father ordered the annihilation of the Song family, he didn't feel any softness.
Qianhua concentrated on Song Lang: "But me, my father and the emperor are always different."
"Different? Of course different, you are only the prince now, not the emperor." Song Lang sneered, but his heart ached.
After a long silence, Qianhua finally spoke again: "Song Lang, what are you going to do?"
Song Lang ignored him, his eyes were always on the book.
Qianhua asked again: "Qianfang, do you really care about it? Do you want to watch her die?"
Song Lang remained silent.
Qianhua's emotions suddenly became agitated, and the volume of her voice rose a little higher: "You are not willing to leave Kyoto until now, it is for her."
Song Lang's eyes condensed slightly, he slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Qianhua coldly, waiting for his later words.
Qianhua snorted: "For Bai Zhi, right? If it wasn't for her, you might have left Kyoto long ago."
Song Lang just looked at him coldly and didn't answer.
Qianhua continued: "For a woman, you didn't even care about your life? You know that you stay here at any time, but you still don't want to go. Why? She is so good?"
Song Lang finally put down the book, got up from the chair, and walked to Qianhua's couch step by step, condensing his brows and eyes, that pale and weak face. One word: "Yes, I am just for her."
Qianhua said anxiously: "She is so good?"
Song Lang simply nodded: "Yes, she is so good."
"So good that you can ignore your life?"
Song Lang sneered: "What are you trying to say?"
Qianhua didn't know what she was trying to say, her heart was upset and pained.
He suddenly looked at the couch with the gauze tent not far away, pointed at the end and said, "Qianfang didn't even want his life for you, so what did you do to her?" It's not just Qianfang, he doesn't Don't even want his life for him too
Why are they both brothers planted in his hands
Song Lang sneered: "So what? My father has been fighting on the battlefield for your father for more than ten years. Who can rely on your father now to sit still? But how did my father end up in the end?"
"It's not what you give, you can get the same return, Prince Qianhua, you should grow up."
After that, Song Lang turned around, sat down in the chair, and picked up the book again.