Suddenly, the puddle of sludge that swirled deep in his mind made him sink into it, as if he couldn't pull it out, but suddenly.

There was a small, white and tender hand that stretched out towards him.

He looked up.

This little white hand came from a place where there was sunshine

He subconsciously stretched out his cold and piercing hand and grabbed her.

The chill of falling into an ice cellar was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant, as if surrounded by a touch of warm sun, and soon, his body was no longer cold and piercing, but had a normal human body temperature

This side of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The entire world of Beiyan is a great tyrant, as long as he wants to investigate, there is nothing that he can't find out.

Take the rotting corpse in Guangyue Lake as an example, even if the face is indistinguishable, but after sending someone to investigate, within an hour, the identity of the prince was found out.

The thirty-second prince, born of the southern nobles, was only seven and a half years old.

After hearing the news of his son's murder, Nan Guiren ran to the Heart Cultivation Hall crying.

said that she was sad and sad to lose her son, but looking at her deliberately dressed, even when she cried, she was worried that the makeup on her face would cry, and she didn't forget to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief to prevent the tears from rushing down and spending the makeup on her face.

"Your Majesty, there is only one son in the concubine's body! Zheng'er has been well-behaved and obedient since he was a child, there are so many princes in this palace, and he never grudges with people, who is so ruthless that he ruthlessly kills the prince who is a concubine! Your Majesty, Zheng'er is also your son! You must be the master of our son, Your Majesty! ”

The southern nobleman in front of him is not a country and a city, at most he is a small jasper.

Among the beauties in the harem, he is not outstanding, but his small voice is particularly beautiful.

It was Yan Zheng holding his daughter in his arms and staring at the woman in front of him for a while, with a moment of trance on his expression.

Who is Nan Guiren?

The one who died just now was his thirty-second prince, Yan Zheng?

Not very impressive either.

However, the assassination of the harem princes against each other really has to be taken care of, otherwise he, the old man, is not dead, and the nest of cubs under him has already rebelled first.

Yan Zhengjun's face tightened, and he sat on the dragon chair with Yan Yiyi in his arms: "You don't need to say it, I will find out, but I will not let go of any prince related to this matter!" ”

Because through this incident, he found out that there were more than a dozen princes in the palace who were lost and missing.

Some have not been seen in the palace for more than a year.

What does this mean?

Looking at the fate of the thirty-two princes, you can think of the news that other princes have been killed.

Yan Yiyi, who learned the news, was also really shocked.

In the original book, it was not specifically written how many of these princes were missing, and even the thirty-third prince, the son of Yanyin that she recognized, was also saved by her by coincidence.

If it weren't for the coincidence, maybe Yan Yin would be counted as one of the dozen missing princes.

Thinking of this, Yan Yiyi thought that today seemed to be the day when Yan Yin went to study at the Royal Academy.

This point, should it come back?

I don't know if he was there on this day.

Yan Zheng was looking at the list of missing princes that Yan An presented to him on the dragon case.

The little guy in his arms was still sitting honestly in his arms, but after a while, he began to be dishonest and went down from his arms.

Yan Zheng's eyes fell on Yan Yiyi's body, his cold and cold face, before the heat and ice, the transformation was rapid.