An Ning felt strange, how could a person who had lived well in a previous life have lived so miserably in this life - could it be that without her protection, even a little concubine could climb on her head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She suddenly had a thrill - Concubine Dan is Yang Zheming's biological mother.

In the previous life, the concubine of the foxy King Anqing seemed to be surnamed Dan.

She thought of the role played by the Anqing Mansion in the poisoning incident of the queen mother, Bai Su beside Tang Meiren, the agate beside Concubine Li, and Concubine De of the Fang family......

The door to a long memory was opened, and she seemed to finally get a glimpse of something she had never thought possible.

There was a person, like her, who had the memory of being reborn.

That person, unhurriedly, treated everyone as pawns, and laid out game after game.

She takes one step, he takes one step, no, he even takes three steps and four steps, always faster than her, more ruthless than her.

She will always be behind, she will never know what lies ahead, who her opponent is, and she will never be able to catch up with layer after layer of fog.

All the mysteries slowly became clear before her eyes.

Outside the door, a young man in an ink-colored robe walked into the courtyard, stood under the plane tree, and looked at her from afar. Qingyan stepped forward and said a few words to him.

The young man lowered his head and said a few words, handed Qingyan something, raised his head and looked at her again, his eyes were like a sea of clouds, and his figure was like a lone eagle.

-- Yang Zheming.

Qingyan walked into the room and handed An Ning a note, An Ning took it like in a dream, and saw a person's name written on it.

Everyone saw Princess Anning's face suddenly turn pale.

The name was engraved into her mind, and An Ning felt that the bones in her whole body were hurting, her chest was hurting, and her head was hurting.

It was the fear and resentment she suppressed in the depths of her memory that could never be relieved.

An Ning's teeth clenched tightly, trembling and almost falling off the chair, Concubine Dan and the people in the room looked at each other, not knowing what was happening, and then An Ning almost gritted her teeth and said, "Go out." ”

"Let him in."

Yang Zheming didn't expect Concubine Dan to arrive before him, but that's fine. The moment he and Concubine Dan staggered, he said in a low voice: "Take Yiqing out of here." Concubine Dan looked back at him worriedly.

There was incense burning in the house, and it was the fragrance of plum blossoms. It took An Ning almost a great deal of effort to fold the note, smooth it out, and place it on the table.

The door closed, and Yang Zheming stood in the room, looking leisurely, as if everything was under control.

"My queen mother was poisoned by you?"

"The third son of the emperor was poisoned by you?"

Two people make sounds at the same time.

The two of them stuck at the same time, and the atmosphere was at a stalemate.

An Ning's little face tightened, Yang Zheming sighed, pulled over a chair and sat opposite her.

"In this way, we each answer each other's three questions." He spread his hands and expressed sincerity: "Come one by one, I will answer yours first, and then you answer mine." ”

An Ning didn't speak.

Yang Zheming's hand rested on the armrest of the pear blossom wooden chair, his finger bones were very long and thin, his complexion was pale, and he said slowly: "I gave your mother's poison." ”

An Ning clenched his fists tightly, and really wanted to rush up and strangle him to death.

How light and easy he said.

Yang Zheming looked at her: "If you are willing to let Dong Jingyi continue to heal, your mother's poison can be eliminated." ”

An Ning overturned the teapot on the case with a loud noise: "What about the previous life, who poisoned me in the previous life?" She stood up and looked at Yang Zheming: "Dong Jingyi is your person, only he can make dark incense, why did you harm me in your previous life?" ”

For countless days and nights, she was alone, lingering in a gorgeous and cold palace, wanting to die every moment, but unable to die.

Yang Zheming was not shocked or angry, and raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Do you think it's me?" He smiled slowly: "You are so naïve, Yang Xi." From the moment he learned that she had memories of her past life, he had treated her as an equal rival.

"I can tell you who gave you the dark incense, but you want to waste such an opportunity?"

An Ning slowly calmed down, now the two are open and honest, they want to sit down and negotiate, she pinched the life of the third son of the emperor, and Yang Zheming pinched her weakness, arguing is useless, and she can't be led by his nose.

"I gave the poison to the third son of the emperor."

Yang Zheming suddenly raised his hand, high-fived and chuckled: "Good means." An Ning snorted coldly with a white face, but his eyes looked straight at Yang Zheming, as if he wanted to see a hole: "Bai Su, Agate, Tang Beauty, Concubine De, are all your people?" ”

Yang Zheming said calmly: "Bai Su is my person, Agate is just seeking benevolence, Tang Meiren is a smart person, and Concubine De is a member of the Fang family." ”

Four sentences, short and concise, but clear, naming all relationships.

An Ning seemed to have a natural situation, and the two of them were like icebergs, competing with each other, and they didn't want to say anything more than to answer questions.

Yang Zheming asked again: "You sent an assassin to murder the third son of the emperor?" "The fall of the Li Mansion was too hasty, as if he wanted to hide something, and Li Nianyong would never be so stupid.

An Ning frowned: "Why did I go to murder the third son of the emperor?" "She already has the cards to threaten him, so why bother. Yang Zheming slowly leaned back on the chair, if it wasn't her, it could only be Yang Yu.

He made a gesture of invitation and asked Yang Xi to ask one last question.

An Ning has too many questions, and he can ask them clearly without saying a word, and Yang Zheming in front of him is like a huge fog, with too many secrets and doubts on his body.

Is it possible that an unknown person in his previous life has stirred up the current situation of the entire beam in this life?

But when she saw Yang Zheming sitting there calmly, she suddenly thought of Zhao Baye-they were all the same people, they could talk and move unreasonably, they could be ruthless, and they would do whatever it took to achieve their goals.

For them, Daliang is just a raging killing field, a game of chessboard that comes at hand.

They do not have the heart to be loyal to the king and the people.

Yang Xi's hand was grasped tightly and loosened, clenched and released, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?" ”

Yang Zheming tilted his head and said four words lightly: "Conform to the destiny of heaven." An Ning sneered: "What is the Mandate of Heaven, do you say yes?" ”

Yang Zheming didn't answer, straightened up, and looked solemn: "What about you?" What do you want. ”

An Ning's eyes are like blades, and the words are golden: "Guotai and the people are safe." ”

She was reborn to save Liang from war, but she was caught up in court struggles again and again, which made the situation even more complicated - not the culprit in front of her.

An Ning gritted her teeth with hatred when she thought of this: "If you hadn't done anything at the beginning, I would have already persuaded my mother to stop, so you would have to do more." ”

Yang Zheming stood up and stood with his hands in his hands: "Since I want to gamble, I want to win." The queen is not a virtuous queen, Yang Yu is not a wise man, you know it. "The queen is vicious, the prince is incompetent, and Daliang is defeated by Daqin, as a matter of course.