"Do you still know my father?" Ning Jiao frowned, her suspicions deepened, and she said, "You don't say this on purpose in order to let down your vigilance, right?" ”

Yang Lianxi: "......" She now has an urge to beat Ning Jiao to death.

Doesn't it mean that she is a Buddhist, and nothing can attract her attention?

She was shocked and suspicious of something, and this was not shocking? Buddhism?

"Mrs. Ning is too worried." Yang Lianxi took another breath, smiled at her, and wanted to say something more to clear her suspicion, but she heard Ning Jiao say, "Okay, I know, you say, what's the matter." ”

Before Yang Lianxi could say anything, she was blocked by her words.

How to say that, it's like I can't spit out a bad breath, I can't swallow my forehead, and it's so uncomfortable.

"Then I'll say it." Yang Lianxi took a deep breath, as if she was afraid that Ning Jiao would interrupt her again, and said what she wanted to say at once in one go.

"I asked Mrs. Ning for something, and I told you just now, it's my private matter, I hope Mrs. Ning can help me keep it secret."

Ning Jiao nodded vigorously, like a listener: "Uh-huh, then what?" ”

"And then ......"

The private matter that Yang Lianxi said is like a story in a small story.

Although she is the daughter of the Yang family, she is as favored as Miss Chang, and she has a bamboo horse who loves her since she was a child.

Zhuma is the son of a minister in the court, but some time ago, the minister didn't know what mistake he made, and he was ordered by the emperor to be beheaded all over the house, and he was connected to the nine clans.

Yang Lianxi liked her bamboo horse very much, she didn't want him to die, she couldn't find anyone to help, and she didn't dare to go directly to Song Chumo like this, and if she found him, he wouldn't necessarily help her.

So she thought of Ning Jiao, who had been favored by King Mo in recent days.

"I married into the Mo Wangfu, because my parents' orders must not be violated, and I don't like the Mo King at all. I thought that I would be able to live like this in this life, and it would be good to forget about him, but now I ...... He has something, I can't do it, I can't ignore him, I can't let go. Yang Lianxi said, looking at Ning Jiao deeply.

"Does Mrs. Ning understand what I mean?"

Ning Jiao brushed her thoughts, thought for a while and said, "So you want me to go to King Mo to intercede for your little bamboo horse, and let him go to the emperor to say that you let your little bamboo horse go?" ”

Yang Lianxi nodded.

Ning Jiao's brows suddenly furrowed: "How is that possible, aren't you daydreaming?" ”

"You said it, it was the emperor's order, so how much of a crime did their family have to commit to be connected to the nine clans. You let me go and talk to King Mo, and then let King Mo go to the emperor to speak for your little bamboo horse, don't you want me and King Mo to give you a little bamboo horse to bury? ”

What kind of person is the emperor today, Ning Jiao, who was reborn, naturally knows best.

This emperor seems to be gentle and smiling at everyone, but he is really indifferent, more ruthless and cruel than anyone else.

Ning Jiao remembered the second year when she married into the Mowang Mansion, on the queen's birthday, she was also invited to the palace to have a banquet together, there was a concubine or a concubine, she couldn't remember, what she said to the queen, the emperor immediately made the person's mouth swollen, and his tongue was cut off.

At that time, at the palace banquet, so many rich children and young ladies were there, but the emperor didn't have any worries at all, so everyone watched a live broadcast of tongue-cutting.