"I don't want His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to attack her." Nan Baoyi's eyes showed a sharp edge, "I want Xue Dingwei to attack her." ”

Chu Huainan was completely stunned.

He was silent for a long time before he said, "I don't understand what you mean." ”

"Schrödingwei is a fugitive from the imperial court's bounty, and in order to obtain a pardon, he will do anything to do anything, even if it is to kidnap the princess and threaten the emperor to write a pardon for him."

"You want to take advantage of Xue Dingwei's abduction of Chu Lexin to borrow his hand and kill her in the chaos?"

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes and drank tea, noncommittal.

Chu Huainan denied: "My father's whereabouts are kept secret, and it is impossible for Xue Dingwei to know the route of his return, so it is impossible for him to loot Chu Le——"

His words came to an abrupt halt.

He looked at Nan Baoyi in shock: "You want to be lonely and leak your father's return route?" ”

"That's why I came to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Nan Baoyi's expression was firm, "After chaos, the secret guards will protect the emperor as soon as possible, and Xue Dingwei has been loyal to you in the past, he is a person of great affection, so he will not kidnap you." He will only choose Chu Lexin, who has the weakest defense. ”

Chu Huainan's thoughts were a little messy.

He lowered his eyes and gently flicked the jade around his waist.

After a long time, he said softly: "Chu Lexin, she is Gu's sister." ”

"Half-sister," Nan Baoyi emphasized, "really speaking, she is King Cheng's own sister, and her future marriage will also pave the way for King Cheng to ascend to the throne." ”

The dormitory fell silent.

After a long time, Chu Huainan raised his eyes, "Lord Baoyi, is it as the fifth girl of the Nan family and the princess of King Jing that you are asked to do something for you?" ”

Nan Baoyi pulled her lips and sneered in an arc, "As the boss of Yulouchun." ”

She drew a waist card and threw it on the flower table.

It is the waist card of Yulou Chun.

Chu Huainan was silent again.

Even if he was in Shengjing, he had heard of the name of Yulouchun.

Not because of those popular and very novel plays, but because of Bai Xiaosheng.

If you know the text and the geography, as long as you pay money, you can get the news you want.

Chu Huainan's gaze moved away from the waist card and looked at Nan Baoyi with deep meaning.

"The county lord of Baoyi looked delicate and gentle, but he didn't expect it, but he was a person with good hands and eyes...... "I just don't understand, since the county lord of Baoyi is in control of Yulouchun, then it should not be difficult for you to inquire about my father's return route." ”

"It's not that hard. Therefore, I do not want His Highness to reveal the whereabouts of the emperor, but I want to ask His Highness to persuade the emperor to return to Beijing from the area of the tea horse road. ”

The mountain bandits in charge of Yulouchun are stationed in the area of the tea horse road.

If Xue Dingwei looted the Holy Driver there, she didn't even need to ask Lord Quanchen to borrow troops, she could easily ask the mountain bandits to help and completely control the situation.

Chu Huainan thought for a while and said, "Your chips are indeed worth the risk. In exchange, Gu asked Yulouchun to inquire about someone. ”

"Who?"

"Gu Chongshan."

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.

Gu Chongshan controlled the palace with one hand, his father trusted him very much, and almost treated him as a son, and many powers were safely handed over to him, but what Gu Chongshan supported was King Cheng. I wanted to know the details of him, but when I flipped through the palace scrolls, I only knew that he entered the palace at the age of seven, and the things before and after were blank in the scrolls. ”

Nan Baoyi made a deal with him.

She dragged the sledgehammer and left the dormitory with a gloomy face.

Walking to the garden, the wind and rain are coming.

The wind lifted her skirt, and as the dark clouds pressed down on the border, the autumn rain fell from the eaves of the corridor like a curtain, and the hibiscus outside the corridor wept and dew, and the banana sounded.

The rain soaked the peony-red skirt.

Hanyan sat lazily on the steps, propped his hands behind his back, quietly watching the cold rain and mist, along the white tender toes painted with dancôme, all the way to the skirt.

The stretched figure is just like a blooming poppy.

From the corners of her eyebrows and eyes to her fingertips, she is full of seductive spring, and she is a goblin who makes men fall at a glance, but she doesn't dare to touch it.

Xiao Yi slapped her and walked behind her.

Han Yanliang raised his head back and raised his red lips: "I slept with your cousin." ”

Xiao Yi's face was indifferent.

Han Yan smiled even more: "Talk? ”

The rain is vast.

Xiao Yi sat on the side of Han Yanliang and heard the girl's charming voice: "More than two hundred years ago, Jinguancheng was also the territory of Dayong. The army called the pivot was arranged here, like a sword forced to hide its edge, waiting to be unsheathed again. ”

Xiao Yi played with the ring, and Danfeng's eyes as he stared at the rain curtain revealed a deep meaning, "Bai Xiaosheng of Yulou Chun was forced to disguise himself as a mountain textile army on the tea horse road...... It turns out that Boss Han is the leader of the Shu generation. ”

"Shu, always loyal to the Dayong royal family." Han Yanliang tilted his head, "You are my approved master, Xiao Yi, and the cardinal is willing to be loyal to you." ”

"I don't have a pivot token."

"Rain comes in different forms throughout the year. For example, rain and fog, such as hail, such as snowflakes. Han Yanliang smiled, "The so-called token, perhaps, is not what you imagined, the appearance of the token." ”

Xiao Yi twisted the ring.

Something came to mind.

In the past, when Mrs. Nan found out that he coveted Nan Jiaojiao, she punished him to go to the ancestral hall to copy the scriptures.

He remembered that there was a copper coin on the offering table.

The reverse side is engraved with "full of gold and jade", and the front side is engraved with "Shengshi Dayong".

Danfeng's eyes gradually dimmed.

He got up and stepped into the rain without hesitation.

It rained in late autumn, and there were no lights in the ancestral hall, which looked quite gloomy.

Xiao Yi pushed the door in.

On the offering table, countless ancestral tablets were solemn and cold.

Incense sticks burn in the bronze incense burner, and the air is filled with a dignified fragrance.

The coin was still lying on the offering table.

After more than 200 years of history, the edges are somewhat worn, but you can vaguely glimpse the prosperity and peace more than 200 years ago.

Xiao Yi pierced his fingertips.

Beads of red blood dripped onto the copper coins and disappeared suddenly.

But there is an invisible contract, which is invisibly concluded and quietly conveyed with the rain curtain.

Lazily stretch on the steps to peck at the cold smoke, and slowly open your eyes.

She got up, stripped away all carelessness, and solemnly bowed in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Tsing Yi students, who were babbling and singing songs on the stage of the Spring Opera in the Jade Building, suddenly left hundreds of audiences, stepped out of the theater quickly, and bowed down in the direction of the ancestral hall reverently.

The butcher who sold pork on the street cried and threw down the butcher's knife and fell to his knees in the rain

Crossing the flower boat of the arched bridge, a beautiful singer suddenly left the pipa and the benefactor, walked out of the cabin with tears in her eyes, and knelt down at the bow of the boat.

On the tea horse road, thousands of mountain bandits rushed out of the cottage one after another.

They restrained all their laughter, scolding, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and stood like stones in the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, like the most invincible elite army in the world, and they all bowed in the direction of the Nanjia ancestral hall.

Confess the Lord.

The lightning tore through the dark and heavy firmament, like the sharpest sword in the world, and it was unsheathed again at this moment!

Thunder rolled by.

In the backyard of Nanfu, Ning Wanzhou stood in the rainwater in the courtyard, quietly watching Nan Baozhu's bedroom.

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