Chapter 517 Soul: Probing Again

Su Bei said confidently, "I won't."

This attitude actually gave Su Jin the urge to perform his elder brother's duties.

He took a deep breath, "In all dynasties, the harem was not allowed to participate in politics. His Highness King An should have known about it, so His Highness thought, how could this palace do it?"

Su Bei answered the non-questioned comment and said: "This Gong said it very smoothly, very smoothly."

Su Jin had bruised veins on his forehead, how could he be such a younger brother as the majestic king of a country.

What a disgrace!

He squeezed out a smile and said, "His Royal Highness King An really knows how to joke."

Su Bei accepted the compliment shamelessly, "I think so too."

Then he asked the head eunuch to put the memorial on the table, and he found a chair to eat fruit as if he had no bones.

Su Jin felt that Su Bei was challenging his patience, "Wouldn't His Royal Highness be afraid of getting into trouble if he went in and out of Fengwu Palace like this?"

Su Bei responded indifferently: "Trouble? It doesn't exist." After all, he is the emperor and he has the final say.

Su Jin felt a bit of a headache and couldn't talk to Su Bei properly.

In the end, he approved the memorial.

However, when approving the memorial, his eyes were always on Su Bei.

He wasn't sure what Su Bei's real intentions were.

But it seemed that Su Bei really didn't care, and he didn't give him a look when he was approving the memorial from the beginning to the end.

Su Jin almost broke the brush.

When the memorial was about to be finished, Su Jin pretended to be unintentional and asked, "I don't know if King An believes in the idea of ​​a soul."

Su Bei replied quickly, "I believe it." But are there any ghosts in this world?

He asked 748 curiously: "88..." Before Su Bei finished asking, 748 said indifferently: "No."

Su Bei smacked his lips, really perfunctory.

Su Jin paused slightly, and continued to ask calmly: "Why does King An believe it?"

Su Bei sat up from the chair, and said with a serious face: "It's a long story..."

With a "click", the brush broke.

Su Jin calmly threw away the broken brush, "Let's make a long story short."

Su Bei withdrew his posture of telling a story, "Whether you believe it or not, I do."

Then he sank back into the chair.

So the new writing brush that Su Jin had just replaced died in his hand again, "How long is your story?"

When he said this, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Su Bei said lazily: "A long time ago, so long ago that I can't even remember when, I suddenly lost my soul."

Then there was deathly silence.

Su Jin choked his breath in his chest, which made him uncomfortable.

He paused, "Then what?"

Su Bei said as a matter of course: "There is no more."

Su Jin closed his eyes, restraining his desire to kill Su Bei, "Is this why you believe in souls?"

Su Bei asked back: "Isn't this reason enough to prove?"

Su Jin silently finished correcting the last memorial, "Should His Highness King An go?"

Su Bei stretched his neck, "Is the memorial finished?"

Su Jin responded, "Well, His Highness King An, please go back." If he was allowed to stay any longer, Su Jin would really be unable to bear it.

When Su Bei heard this, he stood up and said, "The king is leaving first."

Su Jin looked at the broken writing brush on the table, feeling annoyed for a while.

I don't know what Feng Qianluo found out.

It was another early morning, Su Bei accidentally overslept and didn't go.