Situ Mansion, two lanterns hung under the eaves of the mansion, illuminating a piece of land near Situ Mansion.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly came, and the door of Situ's mansion slowly opened.

Situ Weiguo galloped back on the 'dark night', grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse.

The guard stepped out of the mansion gate and quickly descended the steps.

Situ Weiguo looked at the approaching guards and casually threw the reins in his hand to the other party. "Take the stable. ”

"Yes. "The guard led the 'Night' to the side door.

Situ Weiguo strode into the mansion and went straight to the north courtyard to go back to the room to rest, but was stopped by Situ Yanfei, who suddenly appeared. "Third brother....... ”

Situ Weiguo stopped and looked at Situ Yanfei and asked, "Why haven't you rested so late?"

Situ Yanfei approached. "I heard that the Holy Lord urgently summoned you to the palace, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep, and so did my two sisters-in-law. ”

Situ Weiguo looked at Situ Yanfei, who was getting closer and closer, and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that the Holy Dragon Body is not safe." Don't worry, go back to sleep, by the way, inform the two sisters-in-law to go to bed, I have returned home safely. ”

Situ Yanfei stood in front of Situ Weiguo and stared at him seriously. "Third brother, the fourth prince died in the fiefdom, and the saint fell ill because of this incident?"

"Yes. Situ Weiguo replied sonorously, stared at Situ Yanfei's displeased frowning and reminded again: "It's late at night, you should go back to your room to rest." ”

Situ Yanfei looked at Situ Weiguo's precursor to anger, and stopped talking. turned around and walked back slowly, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at Situ Weiguo, gritted his teeth and asked, "Third brother, the fifth prince, he ...... Is he seriously injured? Did he go to the palace today?"

Situ Weiguo stared at her coldly, and didn't speak for a while.

Situ Yanfei was finally defeated by Situ Weiguo's too hurtful eyes, gradually lowered her head, turned around and walked back again.

Situ Weiguo suddenly spoke. "The day after tomorrow, my sister-in-law will return to the country and save my relatives, and you will accompany your second sister-in-law together. ”

Situ Yanfei's footsteps faltered, and she suddenly turned to stare at Situ Weiguo and protested: "Third brother, I am obedient, I will not go to represent the country." "Daiguo is close to the sea, thousands of miles away from the capital, and it takes a year to come and go!

Situ Weiguo looked at Situ Yanfei's pleading gaze, his heart crossed with distress, but he said with a cut of gold on his face: "You must go!"

"Third brother!" Situ Yanfei cried out in protest.

"If you still want to call me third brother, accompany your sister-in-law with your second sister-in-law to live in Daiguo Province for a while, otherwise don't call me third brother again!"

"Third brother...... Don't be like this, I promise you, can't you see the five princes again? Don't drive me away...... Situ Yanfei took a few steps closer and looked at him with a pleading expression.

Situ Weiguo stepped forward and put his hand on Situ Yanfei's head. Ignoring her pleading eyes, he hardened his heart. "If you still remember the oath that your mother made on her deathbed, and remember that you are the sister of my Situ Weiguo, you will go to represent the country. Or, you can not go, but you must marry Li Qi, you choose. He took his hand and suddenly turned away.

"Third brother, please don't force me to ....... She didn't want to go to Daiguo, nor did she want to marry Li Qi. Unable to choose, he squatted on the ground in pain.

Situ Weiguo heard Situ Yanfei's choked pleading voice from behind him, and his footsteps froze.

The capital will soon change, setting off a bloody storm.

The two sisters-in-law and Yan Fei must leave the capital, and go as far as possible!

Although Daiguo is a small country, it is separated by mountains and seas, even if it is ...... Even if something happens to him, whether it is the prime minister or the current saint who wants to implicate his family, he can't go far to arrest people in the country!

Even if he has not succeeded in helping the five princes, the rabbit is dead and the dog is cooking, and what awaits him will not be a good end.

So no matter what the result is, he must send the two sisters-in-law and Yanfei away immediately.

As for Zhuo Qing...... He could only be sorry for her. Because he couldn't send his wife away, he could only try his best to protect her.

If he doesn't send Yanfei away, once he is convicted, she will be affected. Either as a slave, or with a brand on his face, exiled and sent to the frontier as a female branch. Either way, he'd rather send her away now!

At least...... She is still alive, at least she can leave a bloodline for the Situ family.

He walked away without looking back.

Situ Yanfei saw Situ Weiguo's ruthless head and left without looking back, and finally couldn't help squatting on the ground and crying.

A carriage stopped on the street opposite Tianxiang Pavilion.

Zhuo Nan didn't get out of the car, and lifted the curtain to look out. I saw that the lanterns at the entrance of Tianxiang Pavilion were hung high, and people came and went, and it was very lively.

Zhuo Nan put down the curtain and looked back at Jingrong and asked, "It's really noisy here, whose mansion lives around here, how can you sleep at night?"

Jing Rong: "...... You don't need to worry about it, this street is full of women's branches, and ordinary people don't live in the neighborhood at all. ”

Zhuo Nan shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's me who meddles and thinks too much. Then the husband and wife got out of the car.

Zhuo Nan stood on the side of the carriage, looked at the open gate of Tianxiang Pavilion opposite, listened to the noisy noise coming from inside, turned his head to look at Jing Rong and asked, "Let's pretend to be a female ticket ticket to go in?"

Jing Rong frowned. "Wait, someone will come out to meet you and me. ”

Zhuo Nan nodded curiously, guessing in his heart who the person who would come.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qing Yi driving the carriage to the other side of Tianxiang Pavilion and stopping under the courtyard wall, dutifully guarding like a real coachman.

There were carriages from other mansions on that site.

Several coachmen looked at Qing Yi and the carriage he was driving with the same eyes, and they didn't find any sign of the mansion and immediately lost interest, leaning against the wall of the carriage and taking a nap again.

Zhuo Nan accompanied Jing Rong to stand for more than ten breaths, and the side door of Tianxiang Pavilion suddenly opened, and a man in blue clothes came out with a small servant.

The man in blue walked up to the two and bowed to them. "Two sons, please. ”

Jing Rong bowed slightly, motioned for Zhuo Nan to follow, and took the lead in the front.

The man in blue led them into Tianxiang Pavilion through the side door, bypassed the noisy front hall lobby, and went straight to the backyard.

Zhuo Nan looked at the man in blue as he walked.

I saw that he looked feminine, his lips were red and his teeth were white like a woman, and even his skin was white and delicate.

When outsiders look at it, they must think it's a little girl.

But Zhuo Nan knew that people could not be disguised, and the tip of his nose gently sniffed through the identity of this person, who was Qingjiu, a disciple of the Qing Dynasty.

Jing Rong mentioned that the Qingjiu family only built the imperial tomb for the emperor for generations.

When the third prince died, Jing Rong took her to visit the imperial mausoleum in the middle of the night, and she had seen Qingjiu before, and that was last year.

Speaking of the ten disciples of the Qing Dynasty, she has not yet seen the newly promoted Qing Qi, Qing 8, and Qing Shi.

The original Qing Qi was the poison doctor Holy Hand Yan Huiju, and now that he is a great elder, his original ranking will naturally be replaced by others. 1