Meng Yifeng has no psychology to know anything else.

Nanyan's desire to speak stopped.

Rong didn't care about everything else, which made him uneasy.

"Queen Mother, who is An Qing?"

The Queen Mother was stunned for a moment by Meng Yifeng's sudden change of words, and was quickly replaced by dazed and annoyed:

"The most important thing at the moment is how to keep Nanyan, who is An Qing and what is the matter with the mourning family!"

As the words fell, she glanced at Rong who was guarding the door.

The latter shook his head without a trace.

Meng Yifeng looked at the bright yellow soup in the teacup and said:

"An Qing is in the hands of Nanyan, and he is still alive."

After the words fell, Meng Yifeng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He didn't seem to care.

The corners of the Queen Mother's eyes trembled unconsciously, and she pretended to be calm:

"So what?"

Meng Yifeng raised his eyes:

"Originally, my son also thought that An Qing was just a waste son and there was nothing to care about, but Nanyan asked his son to come and ask the queen mother who he was, isn't it strange?"

The Queen Mother's face finally changed, and the murderous intent in her eyes suddenly appeared.

Meng Yifeng put down the teacup, and the muffled sound was particularly harsh in the empty dormitory:

"You're still not going to say it?"

Rong Mo sighed silently and hung his head.

The Queen Mother's hands were trembling imperceptibly, and her face became more and more pale.

"You go back first, mourning is lacking!"

Meng Yifeng's eyebrows furrowed.

The Queen Mother is stubborn, and he knows that he can't be pressed.

So he got up and saluted and took his leave.

Rong Mo said goodbye to Meng Yifeng, walked to the Queen Mother's side and pinched her shoulders for her, wanting to relieve her inner uneasiness.

After a quarter of an hour, the Queen Mother spoke:

"Will An Qing betray the mourning family?"

Rong Mo's hand paused:

"Queen Mother, you have been in the palace for decades, don't you still understand that in this world, only the dead will keep secrets?"

The Queen Mother pondered for a while and said:

"He was the only person left by the mourning family with a soft heart, but he didn't expect it to become a cancer."

Purse your lips:

"It's happened, you still have to hurry up and plan for the prince, who knows what Nanyan will do?"

The Queen Mother was suffocated:

"What if, she's deceiving Feng'er? Besides, after so many years, who would believe it without evidence? ”

Rong frowned:

"The queen mother thinks that the prince is still gambling now?"

The Queen Mother's body shook, as if she had thought of something, and her eyes flashed with unbearability.

Rong Mo knew his master too well, so he walked to the Queen Mother and knelt down:

"The old slave has followed you for decades of glory, it's time to repay the favor, please allow the Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother opened her mouth, and finally waved her hand to let her go.

Meng Yifeng didn't go far, and when he saw Rong Mo leaving from Ningshou Palace, he quietly followed.

In the post station, Nanyan played chess with Luo Chen in Nanyou's room in a leisurely manner.

Chunxiao and Chunyu slowly helped Yishan and Fuchen pack their luggage, and kept looking at the direction outside the courtyard, looking like they were waiting for someone.

Nanyan saw it in his eyes and sneered in his heart.

As soon as the arrangements were made, Ye Jin came to the door with the guards.

"Master, Lord Pheasant is here!"

Fu Chen shouted while running at the top of his throat, Luo Chen heard the sound from far and near, and said to the south flue:

"What kind of master with what kind of soldiers, Fuchen and the old man's character to death are exactly the same!"

Nanyan raises his lips:

"I really appreciate her way of doing things that people can't get used to and can't be killed."

Luo Chen shook his head:

"We have children in the future, but we can't let you teach them, this has to go to heaven!"