When such a thing happened, Cui Wanqing naturally didn't want to stay in the third aunt's mansion anymore, so she hurried to wash and comb before Li Jiao came back, so as to wash away the smell on her body, and sure enough, not long after taking a bath, Li Jiao returned to the courtyard.

"Wu Niang, I heard that Yang Guozhong had an accident?"

Looking at her husband's excited expression, Cui Wanqing couldn't cry or laugh a little, and naturally showed a sad expression on her face, after all, the person who had the accident was her aunt.

Hearing what happened, Li Jiao almost forgot to call out, Yang Guozhong was only derogatory before, and he was far from losing power, and he could be recalled to Beijing at any time, but now that he was in this way, it was simply self-defeating, but fortunately, he suppressed his feelings in time, squeezed out a sad expression, and held his wife's shoulder and comforted softly.

"The eighth aunt unfortunately passed away, presumably you are heartbroken, and you can empathize with your husband, but you also have to take care of your body, don't be too sad and break your body, okay?"

Cui Wanqing nodded tearfully, although she knew that his words were mostly acting, but it was also a comfort, the two were very close, in Li Li's eyes, Wu Niang at this time was completely different from the previous toughness, showing the weak side of the woman, she had just come out of the bath, only wearing a robe on her body, a green silk was wet on the back of her head, her face was red in protein, her skin was steaming with a hot aroma, the open neckline revealed a large area of snow white, and the silk brocade robe formed two high protrusions on her chest, which made him have a dry mouth, A pair of hands on his shoulders slowly slid towards his waist, and the person got closer and closer.

"Husband, the slave has just lost his family, so he can't wait."

Sensing his movements, Cui Wanqing held his chest and stopped the other party's behavior, and Li Jiao showed a very reluctant smile.

"It's reckless for the husband, Wu Niang has a good life and rests, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Leaving that moving delicate body, Li Li stopped at the intersection leading to his residence, and he was anxious to find a woman to vent his fire, and he suddenly thought that in the Shouwang Courtyard, the woman's expectant eyes were like a basin of cold water poured on his heart, extinguishing all his desires.

"Princess, Your Highness didn't go to any room today, and left alone."

"If you have a thief's heart or a thief's guts, you deserve it."

Cui Wan snorted coldly, shook her head and walked into her room, she was really a little sad, both for the misfortune of the eighth aunt and for herself.

When the door was knocked, Li Mi was meditating, and when he heard the sound, he hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Good news, Yang Guozhong is finished."

"How?"

Li Li told the news one by one, Li Yu frowned and thought about it, and asked.

"Where is he?"

"Dali Temple Prison."

"Dali Temple, that is, there is still a way to live."

Li Li was stunned: "It's Mrs. Qin Guo who died, the Yang family hates him to the bone, what is the way to live, I heard that Mrs. Qiu Guo went to the palace with a sword, and wanted to kill him in front of the Supreme and the lady?" ”

"But he's not dead." Li Mi analyzed: "The Supreme is not easy to do, Yang Guozhong's matter involves ethics, using this to convict, the implication is too wide and it is not good to hear, if you don't use this to convict, you have to find another reason, the reason for the capital crime, there are only so many convincing, to be close to Yang Guozhong, I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

"What about the assassination of King Anjun?"

"It's late, it's already been disposed of, and the case of the King James has been announced to the world, and it will not be overturned again, so I have to think of another way."

Li Mi walked a few steps in the room, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Yuan Gongfu is still on duty in Dali Temple, His Royal Highness can order someone to find him, and he will repair a book and let him act according to the plan."

Meta-loaded? Li Li remembered that this person was not a subordinate official of the East Palace, but he was very close to the Prince's Mansion.

"Are you looking for someone to do in prison?"

Li Mi, who was working hard to write, glanced at him in astonishment: "If you want to be lynched, the Supreme did it when he was in Xingqing Palace, and being escorted to Dali Temple is an attitude, and it is a canonical punishment." ”

A letter was quickly written, and Li Mi handed it to him, instructing.

"In any case, this is an opportunity to kill Yang Guozhong, there will be no next time, the matter we discussed before, let's use it like this, it's just that Yuan Gongfu may have to be wronged, I hope the prince remembers his feelings."

"The love between Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan, Mr. and my father will remember it in our hearts, when does Mr. plan to leave?"

"Before the Yuan Festival."

Li Jiao solemnly waved at him, turned around and left the house, because of the special purpose, from the first day of the new year to the fifteenth day of the Shangyuan Dynasty, it is not forbidden to stay at night, therefore, although it is night, it is extremely convenient to act, and soon, several figures hurried out of the prince's mansion and headed in the direction of the east of the city.

About three quarters of an hour later, Wonjae heard a knock on the door outside the house, quickly put on his clothes and got up, and pushed open the door of the inner room, and the visitor had already been ushered into the courtyard.

"If you can save a certain province, reply to Your Highness, and you will do your best."

He sent the messenger away, and went into the house with the letters, and read through the ten lines of the oil lamp on the table, and his face became very solemn.

"Husband, what happened?"

When Won Jae turned his head, he already had a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's the same thing I discussed with you last time."

Wang Yunxiu obviously couldn't let go, held his hand, and asked softly.

"Are you going to do it?"

"Well, Yang Guozhong is in prison, this is a good opportunity, Li Changyuan hopes that we can help."

"Slave listens to the husband."

Yuan Zai picked up his wife, blew out the oil lamp, and walked in the direction of the bed.

Shouwang Courtyard, Liu Ji didn't expect that when it was dark, Yang Yuyao would still be able to come to the door.

"Sister misses me, it's not at this moment, there are more people today, I neglected my sister, this time I came to the door to ask for sin, the little one is not talented, I must serve you with all my heart."

Liu Ji welcomed her in with a smile, but unexpectedly, the woman didn't say a word, and the expression on her face made her incomprehensible, as if she didn't hear his ridicule, Liu Ji closed the door, pulled her shoulders and looked at it, and was taken aback.

Crying?

"What's wrong?" Liu Ji put away his joke and asked solemnly.

"Goro, hug me."

Yang Yuyao hugged his waist, put her head on his chest, and cried out with a "whine".

In her intermittent narration, Liu Ji finally knew what happened today, although she had no intersection with that aunt and was not deeply impressed, but since it involved her own woman, a nameless fire suddenly rose.

“...... The animal came to find a slave, but the slave hid out early, Banniang was ruined by him for the sake of the slave, but the Supreme had to hand over the law, so I don't know if I spared him, the slave is unwilling, Banniang's body is at home, how can the slave explain to her? ”

"Gorou, the slave has no home."

Liu Ji stroked her supple green silk, and a few turns had already turned in her mind, Yang Yuyao cried for a while and raised her head.

"The slave just wants to talk to you, this matter is too big, don't worry, the slave has a way."

"You want Yang Guozhong to die, right?"

"Yes, I hate to tear him to pieces."

"Okay, if you don't want to go home, just stay here, if this room is inconvenient, let them open another one, it's too late today, don't think about anything, let's sleep, now tell me, whether to stay with me, or open another room."

Yang Yuyao looked at him stunned: "Wulang, I'm ......"

"Fool, you have a man."

Liu Ji pressed her head, and the tears that Yang Yuyao had just collected poured out like spring water, and she cried out loud all of a sudden.

This appearance affects the image of our first sister in Chang'an City too much.