Chapter 1807 1807: Man, Liang Yuening

So, why are they in such a hurry? It was like fleeing. But there is obviously no disaster, no disaster, and since there is none, there is naturally no need to "escape".

So, what is the real reason that forced them to do this and be in such a hurry?

Qinghe had countless guesses in his head. Maybe he is a more complex person himself, so when he thinks about problems and things, he always thinks very complicated.

He thought about it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration happened.

"Is it ............?"

In his mind, a guess had already been made. But the speculation is too staggering, but ...... It's not impossible, isn't it?

Could it be Her Majesty the Empress whose whereabouts are unknown and who is hidden by the secret guards?

First, Ah Lian has already said that there is a group of people in Dong Huiying's team who have a long atmosphere, all of whom are skilled practitioners, and it is quite difficult to gather such a group of 'practitioners'.

Second, the average age is over thirty years old, which is not too young, but it also meets the age standard of the empress's secret guards.

Third, he really couldn't think of anything other than Her Majesty the Empress at this juncture that could prompt Dong Huiying not to go to the capital in the north, but to go to the east......

In other words, Her Majesty the Empress is actually hidden in the east by those loyal secret guards??

After thinking all of this, Qinghe squinted slightly.

That's not a good thing for him......

"Ji family, the royal family surnamed Ji, the Dayuan surnamed Ji, the Jiangshan ...... surnamed Ji" Every time he spit out a word, the ridicule in his eyes became even deeper.

I only complained that Daikin was too far away from here, and the communication speed back and forth was too slow and time-consuming. If not......

Qinghe's eyes burst out with a bit of fierce color.

has strong ambitions, and what he said is probably Qinghe's kind of person.

……

Eastland, Blowing Snow Villa.

"Old lady, you say, when will they have to bring their wife back to me, eldest brother?" There was a small wooden table in the courtyard, and the man sat here, feeling a little tiger-headed. He was holding a bowl of rock sugar lotus seed soup and drinking it, and the weather had begun to heat up recently. For example, he, no, he was only wearing a thin shirt on his body, but he was so hot that he was sweating, and his clothes were sticking to his back.

With a snap, a crumpled old goosebump claw slapped on the back of the man's hand: "Eat, eat, why are you eating again?" Did you know that you're already fat? ”

The man glared: "Where is it?" Justifiably retorted: "I'm not fat into a ball!" Then, he looked down at himself again, and shrunk his neck a little weakly, "I'm here, I'm here...... I'm just plump at best! ”

That's right, plump! He's not fat!

Old Madam Qin gritted her teeth, her face full of hatred: "You are not called fat?" Look at your face, it's all fat into the shape of a flatbread, round and round, if you don't know it, you can still be said where you are a goblin, with a big pumpkin on your body! ”

The man was ashamed and annoyed: "Isn't it just a little bit of meat on my face, how can it be so exaggerated as a pumpkin?" Old lady, your mouth is too damaged! ”

Old Madam Qin pouted fiercely: "Isn't it just a little bit of meat??" Are you fat or not, you don't count in your heart?? ”

Man, Liang Yuening: "!! ”

(End of chapter)