"The third prince ......" the concubine wanted to ask him how to punish herself.

Murong Xueling pressed his index finger to his lips and was slightly mischievous: "Say okay, call Xueling?"

"I want to bury my father first, and then go look for Hanori." The concubine bowed her head and asked for instructions.

"Concubine rebellion, you decide your own affairs, and this king supports you unconditionally." Murong Xueling has a kingly momentum on his body.

His style is very different from the original. The momentum on his body, the domineering of his words, and his perverse temperament are getting closer and closer to the national teacher.

Rights, really inflated.

"Concubine, if you want to keep filial piety for your father, this king will send another man to investigate Li Han and find the missing Qingmi hermit." Murong Xueling was quite considerate of her.

"Nope."

The concubine refused.

True filial piety is not to keep the tomb for three years, but to live better.

The Zhan family is now shouted and beaten by everyone, and the royal family did not hold the concubine accountable.

It stands to reason that the remnants of such a criminal minister should not be punished by everyone?

When the national teacher is here, he can cover the sky with one hand, and any problem with the concubine's rebellion is not a problem.

In the past two years, the National Normal University has long disappeared.

Who can let the concubine continue to be at ease, it must be Murong Xueling.

"Concubine, this king has always admired you, but you are alone in danger, and this king will never allow it. Bury your father, and this king will accompany you for a while. After thinking deeply, Murong Xueling said firmly.

Concubine Wei hurriedly waved her hand: "No, your goal is too big, but it is not conducive to investigating the case."

Murong Xueling's eyes sank: "Do you dislike this king's white hair to attract attention?"

"Xueling, you misunderstood. Xiling people are outstanding and have many masters. There must be countless people who want your head, right? It's okay for me to run away, protect you, I'm afraid I won't be up to the task. ”

The concubine said half-truths.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xueling laughed heartily: "Concubine Rebellion, it turns out that you are worried about this king, with your words, it is not in vain that this king values you so much!"

Murong Xueling's words were subtle, he clearly loved the concubine in his heart, but he was unwilling to express the slightest more at the moment.

reminded the concubine that when she first met him, Murong Xueling told her some stories about his youth.

He wanted to step by step and slowly enter the heart of the concubine.

At this moment, Murong Xueling did not arbitrarily encroach with the concubine because he had a few years of friendship with the concubine.

He was extremely measured, emphasizing only the feelings of his colleagues. There was no other ambiguity.

Such a Murong Xueling made the concubine willing to have a relationship.

"So, Xueling, when I bury my father, I can go to Loulan alone."

"Concubine, you can't do it alone no matter what. When you come back, you can choose a master to be your helper. ”

The concubine is no longer stubborn.

She returned to her home with her father's bones. The former prosperous Shuntian Marquis Mansion is only left with broken walls.

The concubine hired dozens of people, made simple repairs to the ruins, and built an ancestral hall. Put Zhan Dechang's remains inside.

Originally, the Zhan family was no longer allowed to establish an ancestral hall, but Murong Xueling granted it.

This is also the only thing that Concubine Yi can do for Zhan Dechang.

My father's last regret was that he was trapped on royal death row, not on the battlefield.

Concubine Wei vaguely felt that the rapid demise of the Zhan family was inseparable from Luo Tian, a dog-headed military advisor.

This hatred, the concubine rebelliously wrote it down.

On the way to Loulan, the concubine and a young man ran side by side.

The young man was a secret hermit chosen by the concubine. This person still had some festivals with the concubine, but the young man said that he was young and frivolous and tossed around.

Concubine Yi seemed to have bad intentions and asked, "Chu Li, aren't you afraid that I will rectify you again?"