An Yang glanced at the reflection cast on the window with cold eyes, and calmly opened the things he brought back.

Under the layers of wrapping, the cloth inside was not wet at all.

Unfolding the cloth covered in letters, a black object the length of a thumb fell out.

"My son is like a letter when he sees it. One day, this letter will see the light of day, and it must be that my father is no longer alive. Dad's only concern in this life is only you. At the time of writing this letter, my son's wedding has been a royal person since then, and my father has been tossing and turning with the bright moon as his companion. ”

The whole cloth is written to Yuan Chengcheng's words of longing, and between the lines, you can easily see Lord Shangshu's pity for Yuan Chengcheng.

At the end, a sentence made An Yang's brows furrow.

The second piece of cloth is a cranky statement for my father, if my son is happy, I don't have to look at it, it has nothing to do with family hatred, my son should not worry.

An Yang pursed his lips and said softly: "Of course your daughter is not having a good time, if it weren't for me to come, I'm afraid this letter will be buried forever." ”

Picking up the second cloth with a few words, Anyang saw the words on it clearly, and couldn't help but sigh twice.

My son is a great nobleman to enter the royal family, although the prince is devoted to you, but in the future he will ascend the throne as the emperor, and he will inevitably be favored by the rise and fall. If Wu'er wants to leave the royal family and cut off the marriage, he will take this thing to find the head of the Feng family.

This thing is afraid of being plagued by the world in this world, so don't expose it to others.

Think twice, think again.

Precious, cherished.

[System: No, this little thing has so much power?! 】

The tentacle warm object turned around in An Yang's hand, [You don't know what this thing is, do you? 】

[System: There is no information in the data, of course I don't know. 】

In the aggrieved voice, it muttered unwillingly: [Could it be that you know what this is? 】

An Yang raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed, [I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run. In costume court dramas, I have seen a lot of these props, either military talismans or things that mobilize secret guards. 】

[System: Then should we take this thing and go to the Feng family?] 】

An Yang pondered for a while, and after taking this object into his arms, he threw the cloth left by Master Shangshu into the charcoal basin.

The tongue of fire touched the cloth and burned hotly. Under the light of the fire, she slowly spoke: [What kind of use is it, we need to find out for ourselves. Such a crucial thing is now my life talisman. If it is really given to the Feng family, where will I have a reason to stay in the palace. 】

She sat quietly by the brazier, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were rarely seen with tenderness.

The system waited uneasily, not daring to ask her what she was thinking.

To be honest, whenever Anyang is silent, it will give it an invisible pressure.

After experiencing Ning Haoran's world, it came to the conclusion that An Yang would do earth-shattering things as soon as he was silent.

Sure enough, as the tongue of fire retracted into the charcoal basin, An Yang had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and he bit his finger hard.

Under the cone-like pain, she squeezed the blood and solemnly wrote two lines on the handkerchief she carried with her.

Led by the king, deceived for half a life.

If there is an afterlife, we will never see each other again.

[System:, host, what are you going to do?!] 】

No matter how it looks at these two lines, they are like last words!

[System: You don't want to mess around like the first world!] I'm telling you, it's going to fail! 】

An Yang frowned, [Who said I was going to die? 】

[System: Huh? So what are you doing now? 】

The tongue added to the belly, and An Yang snorted lightly, [I found something important, and then the initiative is in my hands.] 】