A guard stepped forward to report: "Lord Qiqi, the Purple Smoke House is on fire!" ”

"What? Purple Smoke House? Where is the smoke now? ”

"An hour ago, someone saw the county lord go out, and he shouldn't be in the middle of the purple smoke."

The eighth prince was a little relieved to hear that Xin Ziyan was not in the room, but he was not at ease, and decided to go to Xin Ziyan's boudoir to check in person.

The eighth prince saluted in front of the emperor and said, "I disturbed the holy driver, it was the little girl's boudoir that caught fire." Fortunately, the little girl was not in the room, but Weichen wanted to go over and investigate. ”

I thought that the emperor would return to the palace, but I never thought that I would propose to go to the boudoir where the fire broke out to check it out.

As soon as the emperor was gone, all the guests also offered to check it out. Speaking of probes, the various ministers and their escorts are as lively as if they are participating in some large-scale event.

And when everyone rushed to the place where the fire broke out, the fire in the hall of the Purple Smoke House had been extinguished.

Now that the fire had been extinguished, the crowd should have dispersed, but they had no intention of leaving.

When the eighth prince was about to persuade everyone to go back and rest, the emperor's envoy took the lead in stepping through the door and entering the inner room.

As a result, everyone followed the messenger into Xin Ziyan's boudoir.

The eighth prince couldn't help but feel depressed, even if he was not in the room, how could this woman's boudoir be casually stepped into. If it was someone else, he could still stop it, but the other party was the emperor's envoy, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

But he can't control the messenger, but someone else can. But he was about to stop the crowd when he heard the exclamations of those who had entered the boudoir.

"It's shameless......"

The eighth prince suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and walked in the door, while seeing the picture that made his jaw drop.

On the bed were two men and women dressed in red fruits. The woman was now straddling the man, supporting the bed with her arms, and the woman's hair was scattered to cover their faces.

The two of them were obviously awake at the moment, and the woman muttered, "Yun Chen? ”

Then he held his forehead, slowly turned his head and met the eyes of everyone present.

The silence, the silence that could be heard even if the needle fell on the ground, was followed by the shrill screams of women. After the scream, the woman pulled the futon over the bed and blocked her body.

Everyone finally saw clearly that the woman was actually the proud daughter of the eighth prince, the lord of Ziyan.

At this time, the man on the bed frowned and got up.

This time, everyone was shocked again. That man turned out to be the spiritual genius that the Marquis Mo's family was proud of, the second son, Mo Yunchen.

Needless to say, it's obvious what the two are doing here.

But didn't the county lord of Ziyan have a marriage contract with the eldest son of the Mohou family? Why did you do such a bad thing with the second son here?

This time, the face of the eighth prince who was entertaining the guests turned white, and he stepped forward and gave Xin Ziyan a resounding slap.

"You...... Tell me what the hell is going on?! ”

Before Xin Ziyan could answer, another loud whipping sounded, and this time it was Mo Qingtian's slap that landed on Mo Yunchen's face.

"Rebel, what's going on?"

Mo Qingtian's face was not much better. His face was pale, his voice was trembling, and his body was trembling with anger.

Mo Yunchen came to his senses at this time, and also figured out the surrounding situation, and explained: "I...... We don't know anything, someone is framing us! ”

Xin Ziyan was about to cry, but her words were clear and coherent.

"Originally, we just happened to meet outside, but now we are being victimized by traitors here."

"Yes, we were deceived by letters that imitated handwriting."