Early the next morning, the three princes were beheaded under the imperial city for the crime of rebellion and usurpation.

Since then, Nanchen has changed hands, and Zong Zhengrui has taken the imperial power and ascended the throne.

At the same time, in the Imperial Palace of Beiling Kingdom, Fengyang Palace.

"County Lord, sure enough, it is like a god, now that the Nanchen Kingdom is under the control of Prince Rui, in the battle of the Four Kingdoms, the alliance between Beiling and Nanchen is unbeatable."

Gong Qianmo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't be happy too early, Lingxin, there are no absolutes in the world." ”

The only constant in the world is change.

No one can deny it.

"County Lord, are you worried about Dongsheng and Xijin?" Now Emperor Dongsheng is still in the boundary of Beiling, and he is infatuated with the county lord, so it won't be bad for the county lord, right?

That's not necessarily, Gong Qianmo smiled and said: "There is worry, but worry can't change anything, and I won't do such a futile thing." "There is no one who doesn't care about the big things that affect the people of the world and the survival of the four countries, right?

Even if that person is the Holy Son of the Snowy Land and the Monarch of Dongsheng.

"But the weakness of Xijin is a well-known thing in the world, even if Xijin and Dongsheng form an alliance, it will not affect our Beiling." What's more, there's also the Blue City, isn't it?

The king will not watch Beiling and the county lord being bullied.

Feng Jinglan? Gong Qianmo also thought of him, indeed, he wouldn't, after all, the original marriage was also for this, but people's hearts are changeable, who can say for sure, but Feng Jinglan always invisibly gives her a sense of stability.

She didn't know how she felt about Feng Jinglan, but she just believed that he wouldn't hurt her.

Intuitive belief is unfounded.

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?

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(Tianjin)