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"Hmph." Jun Yueyan's performance was very bland, and it was not this incident that made him take it to heart, but ...... His fists clenched.

Qianzi knew that he and Duanmu Liang were at odds, and he could still notify Duanmu Liang of this matter as soon as possible, was there such a coincidence? Only, they are acquaintances.

Jun Yueyan's face instantly became difficult to look at. I was so disgusted by this speculation that I couldn't say why.

"I know, I don't have to worry about Master Gu in the future, thank you!" He said lightly, raised his feet and walked out.

Master Gu breathed a sigh of relief.

He really doesn't want to worry about the future, if he intervenes in the struggle between the "princes" of the two countries, he will be caught so that he doesn't even have any meat foam left!

In the eastern suburbs of the night capital, in the elegant courtyard of Sanjin, Jun Yueyan was lying in the mahogany Taishi chair, quietly looking out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Shizi." Slender San walked in quietly, holding a gold-red hot-edged post in both hands, and said softly, "Prince Liang is also returning to Beijing today, and there is a banquet in the palace in the evening." I heard that you have also entered Beijing, so I posted a post. ”

"Back to Beijing today? I can do it so quickly when I return to Beijing today, you say, is the person who notified him too fast? Jun Yueyan replied to him with a cold rhetorical question.

Thin San laughed dryly.

Their own people will not inform them, and how can those imprisoned bandits know the true identity of the son?

Not only does he know the identity of the prince, but he also knows about the robbery of the silk, and he also knows that this group of thieves is also an outsider to the participants, so there is only Qianzi!

As soon as the thought was turned around, Jun Yueyan frowned deeply and asked, "You said that she is a female thief, how can she be so familiar with Duanmu Liang?" ”

Thin San chuckled in his heart.

Oh no! As soon as the prince came back, he was full of entanglement about the female thief, and he still hasn't let it go, which makes the thin three hearts who have always known Jun Yueyan vigilant.

The son of his family has always been windy, smiling, and smiling, but recently because of that Qianzi, he has often frowned and not shown his face, so why do you have to go on like this?

"Shizi, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with Miss Qianzi." Thin San said thoughtfully.

"And who do you think it has to do with it?" Jun Yueyan blocked the thin three with a fluttering sentence.

When the thin three stammered and couldn't speak, Jun Yueyan had already taken the post and swept it casually, and said, "Let's go over the evening." ”

Duanmuqi is the Ninety-Five Emperor, who he wants to invite to the banquet, a holy decree, or even a dictation can completely solve the problem.

But every time I ask Jun Yueyan to come over, I still ask the manager around me to write a post and send it.

It's just that even so, Jun Yueyan didn't buy his account much, and didn't want to go, so he still found an excuse to push it.

His father is the overlord of the West Sea, and his mother is both talented and beautiful, and she is famous all over the world, so that Jun Yueyan has not had much feeling for the word "power" since she was a child.

In his eyes, Duanmuqi is just an ordinary person.

But today, he really wanted to go to the palace, he wanted to know how much Duanmu Liang knew and how he knew.

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At night, it was cool and windless, and the moonlight was spilled all over the ground.

More than a dozen tables and seats were set up in the imperial garden every night to celebrate Duanmu Liang's return from his studies.

Jun Yueyan changed into a jade tooth white oblique collar pendant white jade button gown, holding a swing fan in her right hand, painting famous landscape paintings, the ink is thick and tranquil, complementing each other, not frivolous, but also more elegant.

He walked through the garden path, smiling at the passers-by.

The prince of Zhongshan at night, the young king of the West Sea, these titles covered him with a mysterious light, and also made the people who stammered like carp crossing the river, coming and going endlessly. Jun Yueyan has never wasted this resource in vain, and has buried countless informants in the Tianye Dynasty.

Seeing Duanmu Qi wearing a gold silk coat on the main table in front of him, he turned pale, stepped forward with a polite smile, and shouted: "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for many days, and your body is getting cleaner and healthier." ”

In public, he addressed Duanmuqi as "Emperor" instead of "Uncle Qi".

Duanmu Qiyan's face smiled like a flower when he heard this, and he hurriedly came over and pulled him into a seat: "Yan Yan, you are rare to come back, rare guest, rare guest!" ”

"Yes, the prince of Zhongshan is haunted, and we can't see it when we want to see it on weekdays." Someone at the table immediately chimed in.

And Jun Yueyan didn't pay attention to them, as soon as she sat down, she looked around, and didn't see Duanmu Liang.

Wasn't this banquet held for Duanmu Liang himself? Why is the protagonist not there?

While he was wondering, the little eunuch who was shouting outside shouted, "Prince Liang has arrived!" ”

Everyone looked there.

Dressed in a royal blue tuanhua gown, his body is elegant, and his face is handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes, which are very finely painted, seem to be a little vague.

Although his appearance attracted the attention of the courtiers, more curiosity was cast on the women who traveled with him.

Yes, it's a woman.

The apricot light leno skirt swayed with the pace, and the long jet-black hair was braided into a thick and long braid and dragged on the chest, and the face was sweet, which was a perfect match for Duanmu Liang walking together.

When the woman appeared, Jun Yueyan's pupils contracted violently.

Chimuras? How could she be with Duanmu Liang...... When all conjectures become facts, when the impossible happens, suddenly