In the post house, Feng Jinglan received the news from Nanchen's spies, and the expression on his face was mysterious and elusive.

Xuan Ying on the side leaned over and said, "Master, you know that Prince Nanchen is obsessed with the Lord of Changle, why are you willing to help him?" ”

"Because only when he ascends the throne can Nanchen be used by her without harming her." Feng Jinglan explained lightly.

Xuan Ying was puzzled: "Does the master mean that Prince Nanchen will look at the face of the county lord of Changle and form an alliance with Beiling?" ”

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have done something I wasn't sure about."

Xuanying understood: "The subordinates understand, the master and the county lord of Changle are about to get married, whether to arrange the departure tomorrow." ”

"Let's arrange it." The province has many long nights and dreams.

Xuanying departed.

The night is mellow, the dark sky is dotted with stars, the courtyard is surrounded by pink walls, and green willows hang around.

In the room, the lights were bright, and after the holy snow stained away the smell of wine, the eagle's eyebrows were raised, and he said in a cold voice: "Chang Chop, send the order back, and seal the eighth princess as Princess Yiyang Heshuo, and make peace with Xijin on the same day." ”

"Yes, Son." Chang Chop asked worriedly: "Holy Son, when will you leave for China?" ”

The delay in Beiling was too long, and he was worried about the body of the Holy Son.

Sheng Xue glanced at him: "I have my own measure in this matter, you don't have to ask more." ”

"Holy Son, you entrust state affairs to Xiao Yuhan, in case he ......"

"Are you afraid that he intends to rebel and usurp power?" Sheng Xue Ran sneered: "You underestimate him too much. ”

“…… Son? "Long slash.

Sheng Xue Ran didn't seem to have heard of it: "Go ahead, if Xiao Yuhan has the ability, it is not impossible for him to take charge of Dongsheng?" ”

"Holy Son!" The long slash looked at him with a sad look.

He knew that the Holy Son was not a person who intended the world, if it was for the sake of the Lord of Changle, why did the Holy Son need to do this?

Beiling Imperial Palace.

"Girl, I don't know when you'll come back, I can't bear you." The old emperor rarely said such sensational words in his life.

Gong Qianmo knew, so she held the old emperor's hand, "Grandpa Huang, since you are reluctant, then I won't marry." ”

"No, you have to get married." The old emperor was suddenly anxious, and he lost the kind face he had just now.

Gong Qianmo turned her head and rolled her eyes, she knew that the old emperor was joking.

The old emperor also knew that his reaction was too excited, so his face was a little unnatural, and he said with a smile: "Girl, although the imperial grandfather is reluctant to let you go, it is your blessing to marry to Youlan City, how can the imperial grandfather deprive you of your blessing, so you should still marry." ”

Look, what a high-sounding thing that is said.

If she hadn't known the old emperor's black belly in his bones, she would have believed it.

"Grandpa Huang, you really have good intentions for me, don't worry, what I say will be done." Isn't it just getting married? Who's afraid of whom!

The old emperor looked at her comfortingly, "The girl has finally grown up, and I am worthy of your dead parents." ”

"Grandpa Huang, is my father and mother really dead? Where exactly is their cemetery? "Gong Qianmo has ordered people to find his father's grave since Beiling, but he doesn't know anything about it until now.

The old emperor's face froze, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"Girl, I will tell you about your father and mother after you get married." Now is by no means the right time to talk about it.

Gong Qian Mo looked back at the old emperor suspiciously, "Grandpa Huang, do you have something to hide from me?" ”

(Tianjin)