An Ning was silent, and heard Yang Zheming say slowly: "In ten days, outside the northern Xinjiang, there will be heavy snowfall, and we must rush to Beirong before the snow." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe weather is cold in winter, and Beirong's defense is relatively weak, Su Min knows a secret trade route, so we have the opportunity to blend into Beirong through the caravan. ”

"And after that?" An Ning's palms were slightly sweaty, she decided to go to Beirong at the beginning, but it was all with a hatred - revenge, to find out who was behind the scenes. It's just that she hasn't had time to think about other plans in detail.

Yang Zheming said lightly: "Outside the northern Xinjiang, the foreigners are very aggressive, we lead the water to the east, let Beirong take care of itself, and we sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman." ”

Enter the tiger's den, go deep into the enemy's hinterland, and destroy a foreign kingship with your own hands.

Beirong would not have expected that they would treat others in the way of others, nor would they have thought that they would have such courage.

His gaze was calm: "I will help you." ”

Even though An Ning had thousands of questions in her heart, she had to say that she was moved by Yang Zheming's calm words.

Death was no longer a fear for her. Reborn once, she wants a different life, takes a different path, and does something unexpected by others with her heart.

And if you have never had an impulse in this life, it is a truly regrettable memory.

Yang Zheming looked at An Ning's unpredictable expression, fortunately, he could still guess how much she was thinking, he didn't ask her to answer immediately, but said: "If you agree, next, you have two things to do." ”

"First, persuade Qiao Guogong to help you go to Beirong and hand over his power to you. Second, you have to personally persuade Prince Zhuo Rui, the commander of the Jiangdong Army in Lianggu City, to disobey the holy decree and let us out of the customs. ”

The next thing went unusually smooth, Yang Zheming asked Zhuji to lock up the third prince and keep him under strict supervision, and Feng Lan, the sister of the little basket, was quickly found.

Feng Lan was a very good-looking woman, lying on the bed with a crimson face as if she was seriously ill, and almost half of her life was gone.

Liu Niang understood medical science and treated Feng Lan, but she didn't dare to let An Ning get close at all, and only let the small basket into the house.

The little basket threw herself into Feng Lan's arms and cried sadly, the sister and brother finally reunited, mixed with joy and sorrow, Feng Lan pulled the small basket and kowtowed to Liu Niang, so that Liu Niang said that it was not good.

An Ning stood outside the door and looked at this scene, Feng Lan's illness was too serious, and she had to rest in the building for a few days, and when she got better, An Ning planned to hand over their sister and brother to Qiao Xu and bring them back to Jindu, and also finished a good deed.

A woman walked towards her along the corridor, tall, her long skirt dragged to the ground, revealing her collarbone and slender white neck, she stopped five steps away, and bowed: "The prince asked Zhuji to tell her that Feng Lan's deed of sale has been returned, and she is free." ”

An Ning looked at Zhuji, Zhuji is different from Jiaoyue, Jiaoyue's eyebrows are spring, gentle as water. Zhuji's temperament is very cold, both in dress and makeup, there is a breath of frost, there is a cold fragrance lingering on her body, her expression is also cold, and there is a kind of guard in her eyes that is isolated from others.

And this temperament makes men very convincing, wanting to tear apart her indifferent and ruthless face and see how charming her expression will be when she is emotional......

An Ning looked at Zhuji for a long time, and Zhuji just stood there, half-lowering her eyes and letting her look. An Ning suddenly had a good impression, Zhuji knew the rules better than Jiaoyue. She whispered, "Got it." Zhuji nodded, bowed again, and turned to leave.

An Ning felt magical, a woman in a green house, neither flattering nor arrogant, with an attractive sense of mystery and arrogance.

No wonder a dignified prince of Beirong was attracted to her, and did not hesitate to go in and out of this kind of green building with many eyeliners.

Feng Lan can be good and get rid of the sea of suffering, but will Zhuji and Jiaoyue still become Yang Zheming's pawns, born and died for him?

An Ning let out a long sigh, they were all voluntary, what could she say.

Now, she has more important things to do, and she can't think about it.

After An Ning and his party left, Yang Zheming pushed open his room and walked in, and there was a woman sitting on the couch.

The woman was dressed in a white robe and a black trench coat, she sat in the shadows, with a mask half-hung on her forehead, picturesque eyebrows, and a goldfinch in the corner of her eye.

The owner of the Hundred Bird Building - Golden Finch.

As if he didn't see her, Yang Zheming sat down on the couch in a hurry, opened the secret compartment from the desk on the edge of the couch, and took out a bottle of medicine.

His hand trembled slightly, barely holding the medicine bottle, and the woman walked slowly to him and gently held his hand: "I'll come." ”

Yang Zheming let go of his hand, the golden finch poured out the pill, and handed it to Yang Zheming with another cup of tea, and said softly: "If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it." ”

Yang Zheming drank the medicine, the effect of the medicine attacked, the cold in his body slowly subsided, he seemed to have experienced a pain hovering between life and death, and said slowly: "I know it in my heart." ”

The golden finch knelt down in front of him, held Yang Zheming's hand, and said in a more gentle voice: "Before, the master asked you to approach Princess An Ning, but you refused, how can you be willing now?" ”

Yang Zheming looked up at her, his eyes hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see clearly: "I'm not approaching her for you." ”

He broke away from his hand and stood up, "My agreement with him has been cleared in two, and Yang You has been born safely." I don't need your consent to do anything. ”

The golden finch smiled slightly, not annoyed, as if recalling something, and said softly: "Among us, Shizun's favorite is you, and whatever you want, Shizun will promise you." ”

"You want Zhuji and Jiaoyue, I'll give it to you, you want to catch the third prince, I'll help you, although this is not the master's intention, but you know, he still loves you the most......"

Yang Zheming did not agree to become a follower of Shizun, and Shizun still opened his eyes to heaven. Capturing the three princes of Beirong is easy to add a lot of trouble to Shizun, and it will also let people know about their cooperation with Beirong, but Shizun is still messing around with Yang Zheming.

It seems to cherish this rebellious disciple very much.

Yang Zheming had a sarcastic smile in his eyes: "He loves me the most." He whispered, "Don't forget, I've given you back as well." ”

- He laid a secret line in Jindu, and the details in the palace were handed over to them, but his original purpose was to protect Yang You.

He squinted slightly: "It's just that I didn't expect that you would use my people to cooperate with Beirong to assassinate the prince." ”

Assassinating the crown prince, this move was too hasty and impulsive, and almost wiped out his men. And those who were loyal to him all committed suicide by poisoning themselves in order to keep secrets.

The golden finch straightened up and leaned back on the soft couch: "Shizun asked me to convey his apologies for using your people without your consent." "This plan did not succeed, but instead broke a Qiao Mobai, making the Qiao family chase after them, and most of Jindu's power was lost, and there was almost no more power.

The safety of the King of the Seal also became precarious, and they could not find the King of the Seal, and they did not dare to probe too closely.

Yang Zheming stood by the window, pushed open the window, and the night sky outside the window was like a starry dot, dotted with stars, like a small ant-like person, covered by the sun and moon in a blink of an eye.

He said coldly, "There is no next time." ”

The goldfinch sighed helplessly and promised him: "There is no next time." ”