Zhao Duobao knows that her sister is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and she is a first-class master, she can do it, if her father really prevents her from being with Yang Xu, she may really give up her royal identity and not be a princess.

"Don't worry, let's think about it...... Well, there must be a solution to the best of both worlds! ”

The two of them had very low voices, and the carriage was surrounded by intimate palace maids, so they were not afraid of the conversation leaking out.

There was silence in the carriage, and Zhao Duofu and Zhao Duobao were thinking about their hearts.

One was thinking about how to be with Yang Xu.

The other thought about how to help his sister and Yang Xu together.

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……

Yang Xu was also thinking about his thoughts.

The conversations with Yan Feixue by the South Lake before were repeated in his head.

He was thinking, if one day, Zhao Duofu really showed his heart to himself, and he accepted it? Or rejection?

If it is accepted, what about Yang Hongyu?

If he refused, wouldn't it hurt Zhao Duofu's heart?

One is the woman she knew the earliest and wanted to conquer.

The other is a royal princess who has had intimate contact with herself.

Both of them are women with good figures and appearances, and they are placed in the world before they cross, and they need to kneel and lick the goddess.

Now these two goddesses have some meaning to themselves, and it stands to reason that Yang Xu should be happy.

But Yang Hongyu often makes a move when he doesn't agree with him, so that he can't find the north, so that if he wants to find an opportunity to get close, he has to think twice, and he doesn't dare to act rashly.

Zhao Duofu is also a clever woman, and her status is extremely noble, Yang Xu is afraid of provoking her, and Emperor Qinglong can't explain it.

So after thinking about it, Yang Xu didn't know what to do.

"Let's take one step at a time! I believe that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain! ”

Yang Xu muttered to himself.

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……

In the evening, a carrier pigeon flew up from a small courtyard in the imperial capital and flew in the direction of due north.

The pigeon flew several miles, and when it reached the sky above a forest, it was pierced by an arrow shot from the woods, and fell to the ground.

Several Zhao sergeants with bows and swords walked up to the carrier pigeons that had only died at that time.

One of the officer-like men squatted down, removed a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, pulled out a small note from the bamboo tube, and quickly glanced at a few lines of small print on the note.

"In the imperial capital, there are really Hu people and spies! is still a spy with a great identity! If you can catch that spy, it will be a great achievement for the prince! If the prince is favored again, he will definitely take credit for me! ”

The officer's eyes lit up, as if he saw a bright future ahead of him.

He reloaded the note into the bamboo tube, stuffed it into his bosom, then waved his hand and quickly left with a few of his subordinates.

That night, the officer appeared in the prince's mansion and handed over the bamboo tube to the prince Zhao Ji.

After Zhao Ji saw it, he showed surprise on his face, slapped the table, and said to the officer: "You have done a good job in this matter!" Lonely remember your credit! ”

He looked down at a few lines of small words on the note, and couldn't help but sneer: "I really can't imagine that the princess of the Hu Kingdom is so bold that she would pretend to be a Qing Qi person, hide in the Qinglou of the imperial capital, and spy on the information of my Zhao Kingdom......"

He thought that if he could catch the princess of Hu State, force him to ask about the situation of other Hu State spies in the imperial capital, and then catch them all, it would be a great achievement for the country and the people, and his father would definitely be happy and reward himself.

When the time comes, who still says that he has lost the favor of his father, and the seat of the East Palace is about to be unstable.

He discussed with the officer in a low voice, and decided to arrest the princess of Nahu tonight.

In the imperial capital, leaning on the red courtyard.

The attic where Yan Feixue lives is brightly lit.

Yan Feixue is receiving an important guest tonight.

This guest is none other than Dong Qingshu, the waiter of the current ministry.

Dong Qingshu likes poetry, calligraphy and painting, and also studies the way of piano and chess, and Yan Feixue is also quite proficient in these, so Dong Qingshu introduced her as a confidant, and did not dislike her at all because she was a Qing person.

Yan Feixue is a very shrewd woman, she can naturally see that a confidant or something is an illusion, this Dong Qingshu Dong is simply a sanctimonious old pervert, in fact, he has taken a fancy to his own appearance and is greedy for his body!

It's just that Dong Qing has a high and powerful position, he came to Yan Feixue to talk about poetry and lyrics, Yan Feixue is not easy to see, and is ready to perfunctory him with a false and wrongful snake like the previous times, and then find a reason to send him away.

But what Yan Feixue didn't expect was that tonight, this Lord Dong drank some wine and became a little drunk, and in other words, he was not going to leave tonight, he wanted to be Yan Feixue's guest of the scene, and promised to accept her as a concubine.

Yan Feixue listened, and just sneered in her heart.

If it were another woman, maybe I would have believed it.

But she knew that Dong Qingshu was just an empty promise, how could a dignified servant let a Qing man enter his house and affect his reputation?

Dong Qingshu couldn't help but be secretly annoyed when he saw that Yan Feixue had no intention of having a spring breeze with him at all, and prevaricated himself with some nonsense.

He had secretly coveted Yan Feixue since he had seen him once a few months ago, but because of his status as a high-ranking official, he couldn't come here often.

Once in a while, when he was drunk and lustful, he was pushed and dragged over by Yan Feixue in various ways, and he was not good at using force against a clean man, so he could only give up.

This time, when he came over after dark, Dong Qingshu was also fully prepared, no matter what, he had to enjoy the body of this charming and charming Qingqi person.

Dong Qingshu withdrew his guards and Yan Feixue's personal maid Xiang'er, and only he and Yan Feixue were left in the house, also to facilitate his actions.

"Miss Yan, I heard that you recently composed a tune for a new song, can you play it for me?"

After Dong Qingshu and Yan Feixue had a drink, they asked with a smile.

Yan Feixue breathed a sigh of relief, since Dong Qingshu was willing to listen to the music and no longer harass her, it would be better.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around to tidy up the qinzheng, Dong Qingshu quickly poured a packet of medicinal powder that had been prepared into the wine jug in front of her.

Yan Feixue tidied up the piano, sat down and began to play.

After the song ended, Dong Qingshu poured wine in her cup, picked it up and walked in front of her, and said with a smile: "Okay! The song is good! People are better! Come, Miss Yan, you and I have a toast together! ”

Yan Feixue would never have thought that a dignified Zhao Guo squire, in order to get her body, would use such indiscriminate methods, take the wine glass with a smile, and drink it all.

Dong Qingshu's gaze flashed with surprise.

A few songs were played, and seeing that it was not early, Yan Feixue wanted to find some reason to send this Dong Shilang away.