"Sir, it's here." The carriage stopped, and the servant reported cautiously outside the carriage.

Su Zhongyan opened his eyes, "Hmm", lifted his robe and stepped out of the carriage. Yuerong also came in immediately and helped Liuli down.

When she landed, Liuli found that Su Zhongyan did not bring her to a place to enjoy the mountains and rivers, but to the Pingling Palace!

The Pingling Palace, built in the middle of the capital, is only three streets away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. However, she seemed to have been driving for a long time, enough to leave the capital for several miles! Could it be that it is to hide people's eyes and ears? This was not the most surprising thing for her, what really surprised her was that their carriage was parked at the back door of the Pingling Palace!

A dignified and a country's prime minister, entering the palace, he actually wants to go through the back door?

Liuli suddenly remembered that she had heard someone in the coffin that day say that it was good that Su Fuer was dead, and it was useless to live! was also driven away by Su Zhong sternly. The owner of the cold voice at that time was a prince?

Could it be that this Pingling prince is the one who heard in the coffin that day? Su Zhongyan came to Xingshi to ask about the crime?

While thinking about it, a servant in the palace was already in the palace.

Su Zhongyan took the opportunity to wrap a piece of yarn around Liuli's neck, blocking the shocking scar between her neck.

Liuli unconsciously touched his neck, although the scar had been bruised, but it was creepy. I'm afraid that the servant will be scared away before he arrives. A woman has an injury on her body, and it is also a sad thing.

"Xiangye, my lord has been waiting in the main hall for a long time." The servant bowed down and asked, "Xiangye, please." ”

Liuli turned her eyes to look at Su Zhongyan. Really, do you want to enter through the back door?

Su Zhongyan didn't feel inappropriate, and stepped into the back door of the palace with his legs......

Entering the main hall, King Pingling 'Rong Chengfu' sat in the hall. A gorgeous dress with gold embroidered piping, showing the dignity of identity. It's just a white jade tea cup in his hand, and the tea is only half sipped, which doesn't seem to be as exaggerated as the servant said, 'waiting for a long time'.

Su Zhongyan and Liuli were ushered into chairs.

When they entered the king's house, they did not even bring a single slave. Yuerong originally wanted to follow up, but Su Zhongyan gave her a look and blocked the door. It's funny to say, Yue Rong is not afraid of the master Su Fu'er who is waiting, but is very afraid of Su Zhongyan, a master who can't say a few words for a year and a half.

Rong Chengfu noticed Liuli's gaze, and when he swept towards Liuli who was sitting, he said: "Miss Fu'er is really blessed with a great life, and such a knife wound can't hurt her life." ”

Liuli didn't know what the situation was now, and she didn't know how to talk to him, so she simply kept silent.

However, listening to his voice, you can tell that he is not the one who heard him in the coffin that day. That person's voice was more ruthless and indifferent than Rong Chengfu's voice...... Perhaps, that person is the one who wants Su Fuer to die the most!

"Click!" Su Zhong seriously knocked down the tea cup in his hand and took over: "God treats the old man well!" opened his eyes and left roots for the Su family! ”

Rong Chengfu nodded and agreed: "Su Xiang is for the country and the people, if God doesn't open his eyes, this king will not believe in that god and Buddha." ”

Liuli was surprised, how did this sound a little flattering?

Although King Pingling let Su Zhongyan enter through the back door, between the words, he was surprisingly polite!

King Pingling waved his sleeves and put down the tea cup in his hand: "Bring the beasts outside the hall!" ”

Liuli blinked, judging like two people! Such words are not at all like the same person as Sven! This King of Pingling is a little confusing!

Rong Chengfu's voice fell, and a man covered in scars had been put up in the lobby by the palace's personal guards.

Two guards grabbed the man and told him to kneel. The man's two arms were pulled, and he looked like he had been unloaded and pressed by the guards' knees, so he had to be in a half-kneeling posture, but he was also a person with a bit of backbone.

When the guard saw that he refused to kneel, he kicked the man in the back, and the man was kicked over and fell to the ground. The wound on his chest was torn open, and the blood was scorching red, staining the tattered clothes, and flowing straight down, staining the fine threaded felt carpet in the hall. The bloated body lay on the ground, like a puddle of rotten meat.

Liuli looked at the man's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but cover his nose, but he vaguely felt the smell?