The night is cold and chilly.

Fu Jiuqing stood by the moat, ignoring Song Yan beside him, according to his temperament, he didn't want to be invited, but tonight was not peaceful after all, he suddenly had a whim, maybe he still faced up to those old things that had happened.

He didn't participate in her past, but it was also a part of what he wanted to have.

Hers, partially.

"I didn't expect you to really come out." Song Yan said.

Junshan stood far away and glanced at Cheng Nan beside him, only to feel that the wind was too strong tonight, and Gongzi's body was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, but Gongzi insisted on refusing to go back, and no one could do anything.

"I'm just taking a closer look, what kind of character is the little prince of Yanwang's Mansion?" When Fu Jiuqing said this, his mind was full of news he had received not long ago.

Jin Fengnian taught Mo Cang the method of taking needles, which will allow Mo Cang to slowly export the golden needle with the cooperation of Mingzhu and internal force. Taking out the golden needle means that everything she used to have will come back.

What does everything that came before represent: martial arts, temperament, memory, and ...... Feeling!

Fu Jiuqing is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid that she will return to that obsession, and when the time comes...... Vacillation is inevitable, no wonder people say that "heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass", whoever loves first is humble. But he also felt fortunate that in his relationship with her, she didn't need to try any gains and losses.

Because of him, he was reluctant.

"Fu Jiuqing!" Song Yan said, "Her poison has been cured, right?" ”

Song Yan rarely had such a calm time, as if he had grown up a lot in a short period of time.

Father is gone, the emperor ordered to block the news, Gu Ruoli did that kind of thing again, the whole Yanwang Mansion was smoky, and he sat in her courtyard all night that night, thinking about a lot of things, like an initiation.

Less is more than anything else, after all, it is the past.

Wake up from a big dream, this is reality.

Fu Jiuqing didn't speak.

Song Yan continued, "No matter who robs the Yan Palace, as long as this thing can be used on her. Maybe you won't believe it, I really don't know, these strange things will appear in the Yanwang Mansion, of course...... I don't even believe it, I've done a lot of stupid things, I've done a lot of bad things, but now ...... I'm awake! ”

In the sleeves, the five fingers that were as slender as jade curled up slightly, Fu Jiuqing turned his head to look at him casually, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and there were no emotional fluctuations on his face.

"Protect her!" The water light was reflected in Song Yan's eyes, with bursts of light, showing loneliness and a hint of sadness, "I know that I am not qualified to appear by her side now, but this does not mean that I will give up." Fu Jiuqing, I didn't give up, I just handed her over to you for the time being! If one day, she is willing to come back, and the place next to me is still hers. ”

Fu Jiuqing hooked his lips and smiled so coldly, "Where are you beside you?" ”

"I'm cleaning up the Yanwang Mansion." He said, took a deep breath, and re-picked up his lofty air, "The Yanwang Mansion is mine, and after I clear those pickled things, I won't give in again!" ”

Fu Jiuqing felt that Song Yan was different, and he became more and more arrogant. He didn't want to know what kind of psychological journey Song Yan had gone through, he just wanted to see if Song Yan would become a threat to him now.

Did you destroy the Yan Wangfu?

At the moment, it's not possible.

After all, Fu Jiuqing is a human being, not a god, neither a courtier nor a monarch.

Song Xuanqing is a Ming monarch, and he has always been "gentle" in dealing with his courtiers, especially now that the Beilan Mission is in Beijing, even if the Yan Wangfu is defeated, he must protect the Yan Wangfu. What's more, King Yan has been in the court for so many years, and his power is intertwined in the court, especially in the army...... Song Xuanqing will not use thunderous means, which will lead to internal and external troubles in the court. "The little prince is so honest, aren't you afraid?" Fu Jiuqing coughed lowly.

The wind by the river is really choking.

Song Yan looked at Fu Jiuqing with the light of the waves, this stunning face, if it rests on the woman, I am afraid that it will become a model of disaster for the country and the people, fortunately, fortunately, he is a man, and even more fortunately...... He's not in good shape.

He thought, even if Fu Jiuqing wins now? With such a weak and sick bone as Fu Jiuqing, he can boil him to death by himself.

"If you're afraid, you won't be honest." Song Yan sneered, full of ridicule.

Fu Jiuqing's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his pale face was full of evil coldness, but he didn't expect Song Yan to also learn to be tempted, from beginning to end, Song Yan never said a word of truth.

Song Yan was speculating: Is it Fu Jiuqing looking for someone to rob the Yan Wangfu at night, whether he really solved Jin Yue's poison, whether he is suspicious of the Yan Wangfu, and ...... Do you really want to go against the Yan Wangfu? What he wanted to know was not about Jin Yue, but ...... How many means and strength does Fu Jiuqing have.

Lo and behold, this man has learned to take a detour tactic.

The son taught by Princess Yan is a prodigal in the eyes of outsiders, and he is clearly proficient in tactics and mental skills.

"I'm not interested in Yan Wangfu and Little Prince." Fu Jiuqing didn't say anything about it, the corners of his eyes were tilted, and his cold eyes were light, and he was full of sparkling, "This thing, return you!" ”

Fu Jiuqing's palm was twisting something.

Song Yan suddenly smiled, "This thing ......"

"Yue'er doesn't know." Fu Jiuqing handed over the things.

Crow hairpin.

That night, he stood outside the wall for a long time, and when he left, he buried his belongings under the wall. Once, she threw the willow dart outside the wall, and now he buried the crow hairpin outside the wall.

He wanted to empathize with how she felt back then, but Fu Jiuqing didn't give him a chance.

Song Yan took it, turned around and left, her things, how could he not want them?

When the carriage left, Jun Shan quickly stepped forward, "Childe, it's too cold here, go into the car!" ”

Fu Jiuqing was still coughing, but his gaze was not as calm as Fang Cai, but a little more probing, and there was a chill in his dark pupils, "It's okay!" Those people, are they gone? ”

"Yes!" Junshan's head.

Fu Jiuqing narrowed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, "Song Yan is different. ”

"No matter how different he is, he can't change his selfish nature in his bones." Jun Shan whispered, "Childe, calculate the time, the young lady's side should be about the same, you go back and take a look!" ”

Fu Jiuqing tightened his hand in his sleeve, and coughed again.

The Yan Palace's Mansion has removed all the records about the Murong family, such as the prefect's yamen and the Criminal Department, but Song Yan is still talking about clearing the pickles of the Yan Palace...... Heh, when he Fu Jiuqing is a fool?

When the carriage drove away, the spies in the shadows quietly appeared.

"Let's go, go back and tell the prime minister!"

The Fu family, which seems to be a merchant family, has a close relationship with the Yan Wangfu behind the scenes, and they can be extremely careful in their future actions, so as not to anger the Yanwang Mansion and cause unnecessary trouble. Who doesn't know that even His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is afraid of the Yan Wangfu, not to mention ...... King Yan conquered the border passes, and his achievements were impressive, and he could not be easily provoked.

Song Yan turned back to Yanwang's mansion, and the fine willow was making the bed.

Seeing Song Yan coming back, Xiliu hurriedly saluted, "Little prince." ”

"Don't be busy, let's go down!" Song Yan said, "By the way, this king handed over the amber to you, how did you judge?" ”

The fine willow's face turned blue, "Little prince, slaves, slaves and maids dare not ......"

"Don't dare?" Song Yan sat down with his sleeves brushed, spread out the paper, and hesitated when he picked up the paperweight, "Don't be polite to her, this king wants to tell the truth, tell the truth, and you can do the rest!" Don't die, it's done! ”

The thin willow bowed her head and replied with a trembling voice, "The slave understands!" ”

After the little willow went out, Cheng Nan was a little confused, "Why did the little prince give such an important thing to the fine willow, the little county lord asked you for amber before, and you didn't give it, now ...... Hosoyanagi is just a country woman, I'm afraid she doesn't have the courage to interrogate Amber. ”

"Grind ink!" Song Yan's face was slightly gloomy, and he picked up the pen that was handy, and then looked up at Cheng Nan faintly, "If she really asks what happened, and Amber is not dead, kill her." ”

Cheng Nan held the ink strip's hand, trembled subconsciously, and was even more suspicious in his heart, "Isn't it good to ask?" This is what you mean, little prince. ”

"A country woman, she will be serious, and she has no skills in extorting confessions by torture, if she is so smart and capable...... It's either a spy or a human spirit, how can this king keep her by his side to serve? What if she moves her heart one day? Song Yan's eyes lit up fiercely, "If something is asked, and Amber is dead, then the king can still keep her, after all, the first time to do such a terrible thing, is when everyone misses, let alone a weak woman like her." ”

The last three words, Song Yan said through gritted teeth.

Those who are well-informed and have good means are not rural...... Weak woman!

But I don't know why, Song Yan always felt that Fu Jiuqing was invited to meet tonight, and it seemed that he had another purpose, but what was the purpose? Fu Jiuqing said a few words, and it seemed that every word was inseparable from Jin Yue, as if he was a hairy boy who was in a relationship, so that Song Yan couldn't touch his bottom.

This made Song Yan very crazy, how many cities are hidden in such a sick seedling?

"By the way, little prince, about the county lord and his relatives...... Cheng Nan was a little embarrassed, "There is a lot of discussion in the court, and the emperor and the queen mother seem to have the intention and intention to let the county lord go to Beilan, what do you think?" ”

Song Yan came back to his senses, and dipped the tip of his pen in ink, "Later, you will send this letter to the post station outside the city, and ...... else Don't ask anything. ”

"Yes!" Cheng Nan bowed his head and continued to study ink.

After Song Yan finished writing and handed it over, Cheng Nan took it respectfully without squinting.

I saw two words written on the envelope - nameless!

Outside, there was a sudden commotion.

Song Lan kicked away the minions blocking the road and rushed in angrily.

Song Yan glanced over, and Cheng Nan put the letter in his sleeve without moving, and retreated respectfully.

"I'm not married!" Song Lan gritted her teeth, propped her hands on the table, and stared at Song Yan angrily, "Why do you want to exchange my happiness for your glory, wealth and stability?" Song Yan, let me tell you, even if I die, I will not leave Da Zhou, I will not go to Beilan and Qin, you die of this heart! ”

Song Yan glanced at her lightly, leaning gracefully on the Taishi chair, with a contemptuous and arrogant expression, "If you don't go, you won't go?" I'm afraid I can't help you. ”

"Unless I die!" Song Lan was furious.

Song Yan sneered, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, "Then ...... Carry your corpse away! ”