The princess's mansion, Quan Ce came with the emperor's mission.

Before his jade horse head arrived at Zhuma Stone, the princess called all the stewards who were scattered in various farms and shops in the mansion back, and at the same time sent a group of close and long-term followers to give orders to the stewards who were on business in other places.

No one noticed that in the midst of the chaotic comings and goings of a large number of people, two people who did not belong to Princess Qianjin's Mansion were taken to two secret dark rooms in Princess Qianjin's Mansion.

The princess went out to greet Quan Ce in person, opened the middle door, prepared for the number of courtesies, and after the two sides met, the princess waved her hand to rebuke a subordinate, leaving two maids on the side.

"Master, my mansion, you have been with Taiping once before, but after becoming the master, you have never come to the door, or is it the first time you have come to my mansion, do you need me to take you around?" The princess smiled skillfully, her plain makeup showed a little liveliness, and the maids she left behind were jade slaves and green slaves, there were no outsiders here, she could naturally do whatever she wanted.

Princess Qianjin on the title of a product of the dynasty, on the age from the time she is the daughter of the Empress Wu, is his aunt's generation, if it is counted from her background, the generation will be two cuts, self-committed to the servant, the right to persuade several times to no avail, has always felt that it is difficult to deal with her, according to the original plan, today's arrangement should be in the Weituo Temple, because it coincided with the will of the Empress Wu, it was temporarily changed to the palace of the princess.

"Your Royal Highness Qianjin, don't be polite, if you have the opportunity in the future, Quan Ce will come to the door to disturb her, but today is the most important thing" Quan Ce and her each called each other, and sent her a reassuring pill, "Your Highness, don't worry, if this plan goes well, you will definitely be able to scrape off Wu Chenghei's skin"

"The master wins a thousand miles, and the slave is confident...... "Princess Qianjin said casually, and after a long time, she suddenly remembered that she thought she was a slave, she made a deal, and she was a slave, and Quan Ce wanted to help herself drag Wu Chenghei off the horse, and avenge her child Wen Changjie, working all day long, she was used to being a slave, and she was immersed in the pleasure of running for Quan Ce's grand plan.

Quan Ce gently pressed her shoulder, his eyes were opposite her, his gaze was firm and focused, revealing some respect, "Your Highness, you are a strong woman and a great mother, Quan Ce is proud to be able to walk with you this way"

After Quan Ce finished speaking, he walked away, and the jade slave and the green slave led the way early, fluttering and light, like two joyful butterflies.

The princess fell behind, her heartache turning into tears, and she tilted her head up and looked blankly at the sky at the four corners of the wall through the heavy carvings of the cornices.

Strong? Great? If she recognizes the Lord by another person, I'm afraid that there will be no scum left long ago, right? Where can you feel so comfortable and proud as you are today, and where you can truly rely on it?

She did not have the problem of being willing to be lowly, golden branches and jade leaves, but she was a slave, and she was always a shame in her heart, but she was different after all, she suddenly suffered misfortune, poisoned her parents and children with her own hands, her identity instantly declined, and she was as humble as dust.

She asked herself and understood that her master was selfish, but he had more compassion and ambition, was full of talent, and also had the heart of life.

She calls herself a slave, but Quan Ce has never treated her as a slave, whether she is a humble person or a princess, she is always the same, not only her, but also the real slave Jade Slave and Green Slave, although it is inevitable to act riskily and go to the soup for him, but when getting along, how can he ever be despised and light?

"Master, it is the blessing of a slave to be able to serve you in this life and this life."

Princess Qianjin wiped away the tears on her face and hurried to catch up, Wu Chengsi will not die for a day, the transaction cannot be stopped for a day, and it is not so easy to drive people away in the middle of the road, even if Wu Chengsi is dead, what does it matter?

In the secret room, Quan Ce personally unveiled the blindfold of a young man dressed as a scribe.

"Your name is Zhu Nanshan, the scribe of Lai Junchen, a native of Lantian County, his parents died early, he was not married, he was alone, he was bought for Ji Xuan, and he imitated Lai Junchen's handwriting, which indirectly caused Lai Junchen to be imprisoned" Quan Ce sat opposite him, slowly explained his details, and did not forget to introduce himself, "I am Quan Ce"

"Quan Langjun, Quan Langjun spare his life......" Zhu Nanshan's soul was in turmoil, fluttering to come forward, and was restrained by the green slaves.

"Don't say it, I said," Quan Ce's face was warm, like a businessman, "I dictate, you write, use Junchen's handwriting, if you agree, you will live, I can also give you a lot of money, if you don't agree, you will die"

Zhu Nanshan's eyes were dripping, he had already turned his back on the master, and it didn't hurt to carry it again, and he asked, "How much gold, how much gold?" ”

Quan Ce smiled, "The so-called waist wraps 100,000 yuan, riding a crane down to Yangzhou, if you are sensible and obedient, I can give you a ride"

Zhu Nanshan's eyes widened, and he immediately stretched out his hand, "Write and ink with me"

After the kung fu of the two incense sticks, Quan Ce's dictation was written, he picked it up and looked at it for a long time, suddenly patted his head, and said to himself, so that everyone could hear it, "Mistake, mistake, Lai Junchen has been imprisoned, how can he listen to the music he wrote?" ”

With a "snort", Quan Ce tore the song in half, still unable to understand his hatred, and tore half of it into pieces.

"Quan Lang-kun, this ...... Heavy money ......" Zhu Nanshan swallowed his saliva and never forgot it.

Quan Ce glanced at him and sighed, "That's it, buying and selling is not benevolent, and I will give you 100 yuan to make a pen."

"Quan Langjun, how can you break your word and get fat?" Boss Zhu Nanshan was not happy.

"Useless things, dare to shout?" The green slave knocked Zhu Nanshan unconscious with a knife.

Quan Ce picked up the other half of the relatively intact music in his hand, and looked at it carefully for a long time, the main points are all the names and surnames, and they need to be old before they can be used.

"Master, when Zhu Nanshan learns such confidential information, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be leaked, do you want it?" Yunu made a gesture to cut his neck.

Quan Ce smiled, "I'm not afraid of him leaking it, but I'm afraid that he won't leak it"

"Do you want to do something so that he has to leak it?" The princess took off the hat that covered her face, and followed closely, her face was too wide, and she had to be more careful.

"No need, with this person's greedy and undisciplined nature, it is difficult for him not to exchange for some benefits" Quan Ce shook his head, pulling his legs and starting out, he wanted to meet another person alone.

He is Jiang Long, Wu Yanxiu's brainchild.

I thought it would be difficult to make him rebel against his master, and it would take some tricks and feet, but unexpectedly, it went surprisingly well, Jiang Long not only agreed, but also designed a tragic ending for himself.

"Succeed in conspiracy, fail in conspiracy, be born in conspiracy, die in conspiracy, strong, strong"

"In terms of scheming, I can't beat you, I'm behind you everywhere, I can't guess what you think, the case of Quanyu is simply wonderful, hahaha, sad man...... But, but, you have to admit that this game is planned by the two of us together, and I carry it out for the protagonist, you ...... Do you admit it or not? ”

Jiang Long sometimes sings generously and sadly, sometimes looks at himself for self-pity, and even pulls at the collar of Quan Ce, like madness.

Quan Ce nodded, yes, this game is very different due to the change of the ending, which reduces the difficulty of the ending, and uses Jiang Long as a strategist and his own life.

This game is indeed his.

(End of chapter)