The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 158 Snowy Land (1)
At that moment, the three of them were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

At the main seat, the woman smiled and put down her glass: "Or do you want me to think of other ways?"

other way?any solution?This master is full of flamboyant things, and Chu Lin and Chu Ye exchanged glances.

"Princess, please."

Rong Qiannian smiled: "Did your master go to Jin Wengong's mansion last night?"

The three nodded.

Sure enough, someone planned for a rainy day last night.

Rong Qiannian smiled coldly: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain." His eyes narrowed, "Besides the emperor and Minghua, there was a third person who touched the mandarin duck and mother pot."

Still nodding.

He sneered: "Hmph, killing people with a knife, old fashioned!" After cursing, he straightened the lock of hair in front of his forehead, curled his fingers, and said calmly, "Wine is not poison, but a primer."

Not a question, but a statement.

The ninth child of the Rong family is the most thoughtful, precise in every sentence, nothing can be hidden from her foxy eyes.

The three of them continued to nod their heads, frightened and terrified: Hey, I guess they can't hide anything.

With her lips slightly parted, she whispered three words: "Biechangsan."

The three were stunned, speechless.This master, counting his fingers, is there anything else in Fengqing that she doesn't know?
"It turns out there is an inner ghost."

Twelve and Thirteen were shocked at first glance, their faces became serious.

For a while, it was quiet, and on the main seat, she was playing with the tea cover, her eyes were thoughtful, and suddenly, a cold light flashed across, making people panic.

The poison of heartbroken grass does not happen overnight, this kind of chronic poison accumulates over time, and there is no investigation on weekdays, if a dose of medicine induces...

It turned out that she kept a white-eyed wolf by her side.

Rong Qiannian suddenly sneered: "Poison, Jin Wengong, Minghua, then there is only..."

The words suddenly stopped.

Presumably, this master knows about that white-eyed wolf.

Twelve, thirteen is unbelievable, actually...

Suddenly, Rong Qiannian pressed, "Where is he?"

No one answered, they all bowed their heads.

"Say!" she shouted.

Pushing to the ground, Tsing Yi gritted her teeth: "Princess, forgive me."

She was silent for a long time, got up, approached, her eyes like blades: "That poison will kill him."

The poison of the heartbroken grass, divided by the poison of the body, has no solution.

"The prince left a word before he left." Tsing Yi raised his eyes, his expression was serious, "Don't give up, cherish it, don't read it."

Do not read?With the poison of heartbroken grass all over his body, he told her not to read?Fuck it, don't read it, she already has the desire to kill someone.

Outside the window, a first-quarter moon hangs, a faint halo, warm, last night, it was also such a moon, so quiet.

His voice sounded like it came from a dream.

"Eleven, don't blame me."

"My princess, wait for me."

Emperor Hui and Princess Minghua were imprisoned, Tie Yiwei guarded the palace, and the wedding in Jiaolan Hall was in full swing. He had arranged everything just to keep her alone.

wait for me……

In this world, there is nothing more annoying than these two words.

Well, she is very angry, her hands are itchy, her teeth are itchy, her heart is itchy, and she wants to ... commit a crime.

In the Jiaolan Palace, the atmosphere became more and more creepy.

"Prince, Concubine." Chu Lin tied his tongue.

Silence, a stunning kung fu, the woman on the main seat suddenly shouted: "Xiao Yiyao, if you dare to lose a hair, I will take your surname if I don't want to do it."

Wouldn't her surname be Xiao if she didn't do that?
I don't know who said it: Even if he doesn't worship heaven and earth, who dares to say that Xiao Chen is not someone I can read...

Thirteen thought over and over again, but still couldn't hold back: "Miss, my uncle is in poor health, you have to weigh it carefully."

Rong Qiannian's face turned blue, her brows almost twitched, and she ground her teeth: "I can't beat you, I can't scold you." He gritted his teeth hard, "Then pay with flesh!"

Huhuhu... A gust of dark wind blew past, everyone in the hall shivered and remained silent.

Looking at the time, it's already the top of the moon. Twelve asked: "Miss, do you want to serve this longan and lotus seed soup, a good drink for a hundred years?"

Rong Qiannian propped his head to look at the moon like a hook, his eyes were full of tiny stars: "Give it all to my princess, such a beautiful day, it would be a pity if I didn't go to enjoy the moon and enjoy the moon."

A group of people waited dumbfounded, what rhythm is this?
"Princess, who is this?" Chu Ye felt concerned.

She clasped the desk, and lazily said, "Twelve, let Cheng Mei let the word out, the Ninth Prince of Kyoto, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, is the dowry gift of the Ecstasy Cave. No matter you are young or old, you can have a good marriage with the Nine Young Masters."

Marriage?Right now, the sky is gray and wild, and a red apricot is going to come out of the wall?

Tsing Yi became anxious: "Princess, absolutely not."

"Princess, think twice." The brothers of the Chu family were also jealous, "If the prince knows..."

Rong Qian said in a sinister tone: "I just want him to know." He snorted coldly, "Up to three days, if there is no man sleeping in my mother's arms, my mother's surname will not be Rong."

After the words fell, there was silence, and I was powerless against someone's shameless behavior.

In about three days, it will be the return date of the dead king.

No matter how poisonous this heart-broken grass is, can it be more poisonous than Rong Jiu's black heart?

In the middle of the night, several lamps were turned on in the Minghua Hall, and the lights were brightly lit. Outside the hall, Tie Yiwei guarded all night.

In front of the window, the woman was dressed in lavender palace attire, her back was a little cold.

"Princess, it's late at night, let's rest."

Qingwen took a cloak, and since last night, the princess has been in such a distraught state.

Turning around, his face was haggard and pale without makeup, Xiao Han asked: "How is it outside?"

From last night to now, Princess Minghua was imprisoned in the Minghua Palace, unable to move half a step away.

Qingwen glanced out of the window and replied: "The people in Jiaolan Hall are still guarding outside the hall, and even the Holy One is imprisoned by the dead prince. At noon, Rong Jiu took the guard of honor to Changxin Hall to serve tea. The gate of the Jiaolan Palace is closed, and the dead king has never been seen."

Xiao Han hugged his shoulders, gathered the cloak on his shoulders, and said after a long silence: "Is she alright?"

In the past, she always called Master Rong Jiu.

Last night was really a big change, everything changed and messed up.

Qingwen complained a little in her tone: "She's fine, it's the Holy Majesty who has something to do, I heard from the nuns in the Changxin Hall that as soon as she left, the Holy Majesty summoned the imperial doctor, saying that she was seriously ill, and that the palace gate in the south of the city has not been treated until now. There is still blood flowing like rivers, even if anyone has something to do, it is not her fault. But the princess was involved for no reason. The dead prince is so protective, even the emperor dares to imprison him. Maybe how to deal with the princess, now it is the concubine Ru who wants to see Princess, Tie Yiwei is also stopping me, and I don't know how long the Lord Sui will keep the princess locked up?"

Xiao Han smiled wryly: "After all, I poured that glass of wine last night."

(End of this chapter)