"What about the cigarettes!" Hearing this, Jin Ting immediately had a strong reaction, and he got up and met Yi Concubine's eyes straight. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a burst of laughter in her heart, and Yi Concubine knew that she was betting right, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Miss Du San is good or not, naturally it depends on your third lady." ”

The lantern fell to the ground and toppled over in an instant, and the candle flame burned out the lantern cover in an instant.

The anger in Jin Ting's heart has been surging more and more, on the one hand, he hated Du Weiwei, who imprisoned himself in the Shen Criminal Division on the day of the Fenggu Festival, and on the other hand, he had no good impression of the Yi Concubine in front of him, who did not know the details.

As soon as he stepped forward, Jin Ting's eyes met Yi Concubine's eyes with a cold light: "What do you want me to do." ”

"I want you, send a letter."

"What a letter."

"One, a letter to the palace."

In a quarter of an hour, An Rong helped the woman out again.

The woman's cape and hat were already on, and her face could not be seen at all.

The footsteps were a little hurried and panicked, and the woman's hand clasped An Rong's sleeve tightly. Visibly flustered.

An Rong's expression was calm, and he helped the woman very indifferently, and walked out steadily.

"Congratulations to Concubine Yi!" Seeing the two of them walking out, the guards guarding the door hurriedly bowed their heads and said in unison.

The woman in the cape became more and more nervous, and her hand clasped An Rong's arm harder and harder.

Until he walked out of the door of the Shen Punishment Division, An Rong's nose let out a cold snort, and his voice was low: "I thought you had a lot of ability, but that's it." ”

The woman's body under the cloak trembled more and more, but it was suddenly let go by An Rong, and a gust of night wind blew, blowing the woman's cloak away, and it was Jinting!

…………

In the prison of the Punishment Division, the two guards had already walked to the inner room and began to check the people in each prison through the small window.

After seeing the sixth room, the two of them walked forward with the same footsteps.

As if he suddenly remembered something, one of the guards' steps suddenly stopped, scratched his hair with some confusion, and said with some doubt in his voice: "The sixth room, isn't it a little strange?" ”

The other guard had already walked to the front, and when he heard his voice, he stopped, and looked back at him impatiently: "What are you muttering?" ”

"Don't you think the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the sixth room is very strange?" The guard who had stopped earlier raised his eyes to look at the other guard.

Rolling his eyes speechlessly, the other guard turned around and grabbed him by the collar: "What are you thinking, people are not here?" Hurry up and go back to bed after patrolling! As he spoke, he grabbed him by the collar and began to pull him forward.

"Hey, hey, slow down! Slow down! ”

As he spoke, the two of them were gradually moving away.

In the sixth prison, in the dark corner, the person lying on the corner of his mouth finally hooked up a cold smile.

…………

In a hurry, An Rong had already returned to Yi Concubine's palace with Jin Ting.

As soon as he entered the palace, An Rongben's still somewhat respectful appearance disappeared in an instant, and his footsteps were in a hurry, and he had already hurried to the side room.

Jin Ting was left alone in the courtyard. Before his mind could completely calm down, Jin Ting's eyes began to look around, trying to figure out his situation. It's just that the things in front of him haven't all been understood, and An Rong has already walked out of the side room. Holding a package in his hand.

Stopping in front of Jin Ting, An Rong's expression was extremely arrogant, and he threw the black package into Jin Ting's arms: "Change your clothes, there is a letter in the package, which you are going to send tonight." ”

"Tonight?!" Jin Ting's voice suddenly raised, and he looked at An Rong in disbelief.

"How?" An Rong's brows furrowed fiercely, and he glared at Jin Ting heavily.

An Rong is the old lady in the palace, and she has her own strength, and at this moment, her eyes are fierce, and Jin Ting's heart trembles obviously.

With his head down, Jin Ting's eyes struggled for a moment, and his tone softened: "Then when can I leave?" ”

An Rong's eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were cold: "Wait, when the matter is done, I will let you leave." ”

"But ......," Jin Ting wanted to say something.

"No, but!" An Rong fell with a heavy thud, completely breaking Jin Ting's words.

In the palace, there was silence.

In the ladderless building, He Xiao had never had such a monstrous killing intent, he was already naked, forcibly suppressing the hatred in his heart, hugging Du Weiwei from behind, and warming Du Weiwei's body with his hot energy.

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Before I opened my mouth, how dare you go like this?!!!

The black carriage soon stopped at the nearest intersection to the palace.

"Remember, you must have handed the letter into the hands of King Lizun, understand?" An Rong's fingers stretched out, almost pointing to Jin Ting's nose.

Jin Ting's eyes drooped, he looked at the black dress on his body, and finally nodded: "Understood." Then he hurriedly got out of the carriage without stopping.

"Knock ---"

"Knock ---"

With a veil on his face, Jin Ting finally made up his mind and knocked on the door of the palace.

Within a moment, a voice came from the house: "Who is it?" ”

Jin Ting's body obviously trembled for a moment, and the intention of retreating was obvious, and he looked back at the carriage on the street corner, and still spoke: "Send a letter." ”

"What letter?"

This time, he stopped Jin Ting, and after a long pause, he reopened his mouth: "I...... It's just a messenger. ”

With a creak, the door opened.

An extremely powerful guy had already appeared, looked Jin Ting up and down, and his eyes were obviously vigilant: "Where did you come from?" ”

Jin Ting's eyes drooped, avoiding the inquiring gaze of the little guy, and he paused for a long time before he spoke, "I...... I'm from the Prime Minister's House......"

His brows furrowed heavily, and the questioning tone of the little guy was already out: "Prime minister? Then he paused for a moment, and then said heavily, "Take off the veil!" ”

Jin Ting's heart was obviously panicked for a moment, and his steps retreated, not daring to speak again.

"Huh?" Seeing that the woman was becoming more and more timid, the little girl's steps stepped forward suddenly, and the momentum pressed out violently.

"I ...... I ......" Jin Ting became more and more flustered, his footsteps almost fell from the steps, as if something suddenly sounded, Jin Ting's voice instantly rose, "I am the third mother of the princess!! With that, his hand took off his veil at the same time.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, but the next moment he became serious again, his brows furrowed, he muttered for a moment, he turned around, and said in a deep voice: "Come in first." ”

Jin Ting's mood fell, he knew that Du Weiwei's name was so easy to use, he should have said so earlier. (To be continued.) )