Zhao Chen's expression moved.

Listening to the scribe's words, there seems to be a newcomer among the prince's disciples, as well as the queen's attitude towards Xie Si-

"Can you elaborate on that?" The scribe walked back and asked Xie Si softly.

"The interests are divided into three parts, the risks are mutually inherited, and the Wei Guogong takes the lead." Xie Si pondered his words, "The three parties share the same boat, and if they encounter strong winds and waves, they still need the support of His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The scribe's eyelids twitched, it was okay to partner or something, but the problem was with the other two.

An old scourge, a small scourge, this business is unreliable no matter how you think about it!

Xie Si also understood his concerns, thought about it and said: "Wei Guogong's side will contribute manpower, His Royal Highness only needs to send someone to watch here, as for Prince Wu, I am willing to guarantee it." ”

The scribe's eyes were slightly moved, and he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you involved in this?" ”

Xie Si thought about the negotiation of the teahouse, and couldn't help but smile: "This kind of lifeless business can't allow clean people to know, but I know my own family affairs, and I don't have such a good appetite in the next place, so it's enough to just follow Prince Wu to fight the autumn breeze." ”

"You mean... Do you have Prince Wu's share? The scribe asked tentatively.

Xie Si shook his head slightly: "Under the head of Prince Wu, as for how to distribute, Mr. doesn't need to worry too much." ”

The scribe fell into deep thought.

This sounds like a shocking profit, and the risk is naturally just as great, but three points does not make him satisfied.

He wanted to eat more of Zhao Chen's portion, but now it seems-

Zhao Chen, who had been stuffing pastries into his mouth like a starving ghost, raised his head at this time and smiled at him.

"Mr. Ran, although this king has not grown much, but he has always been rare and tight on silver money and small lives, and if he dares to come in with this hand, he must also have a bottom in his heart, after all, no matter how much silver he has, he must have a life to spend, right?"

The scribe was stunned.

He has been in the East Palace for many years, and he has rarely come into contact with outsiders, and even his subordinates only call him Lord Zhan Shi, the unknown name of "Mr. Ran" has not been called by anyone for too long.

"That's what Prince Wu said." He hid the fluctuations in his eyes, responded with a smile, and then said: "This business has been taken over by the East Palace, can you two say something specific now?" ”

………

When Zhao Chen and the others walked out of the inner hall of the East Palace, it was already completely dark, and the palace was full of lights.

"Aren't you afraid that the prince will denounce you?" Xie Si asked casually.

"Our Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't have that idle mind, how to become an immortal is enough for him to ponder, as for that Mr. Ran-" Zhao Chen still looked left and right, "He is a smart man." ”

Xie Si's voice was as soft as saying to himself: "If the crown prince ascends the throne once - "

"Then I'll sit and wait for the knife to hold the neck." She smiled casually, without the slightest hint of what she should do when she was alive or dead.

Silence came suddenly, and only the completely different footsteps of the two echoed in the corner of the East Palace.

“… Is there really a rejuvenation technique in the world? The woman's extremely low voice came into Zhao Chen's ears far away.

"Then who knows, but I heard that the new residents of Songtao Pavilion are in their 60s." Another shrill voice said: "I also went with my godfather to deliver the degree before, and I saw it from a distance..."

Zhao Chen's eyes froze, and his feet deliberately slowed down.

Sure enough, as she had a premonition when she heard that a newcomer was coming to the East Palace, Fu Zheng really entered the prince's door!

Her mind was spinning again and again, the prince was so obsessed with the fairy way, and the rejuvenation technique was a great temptation for him.

Meng Yong's intention to send the face saint was not in the Chu Emperor... It's the prince!

The cold wind swept through the porch, sweeping away the last vestiges of warmth on her body.

She also made some conjectures about Meng Yong's origin and purpose.

But with the occurrence of various events and the deeper and deeper contact with Meng Yong, these conjectures have all been overturned one by one, and until now, she only has a vague concept in her heart.

Meng Yong must have something to do with the battle of Chu and Wei back then, and he knew far more than her.

The most important thing is that he has been leading her to investigate, from Cui'er to Gu Zhan and others, step by step...

It wasn't until she went out of the palace and returned to her house and bumped into Meng Yong with an unhappy face in the courtyard that her mind slowed down temporarily.

"You can't afford to be idle." Meng Yong seemed to blame her, but with a little tenderness.

"After lying down for three days, my body is tired, how can I do if I don't go out and walk around!" Zhao Chen walked past him with a smile, but his hand was suddenly clutched, lukewarm and as warm as jade.

Meng Yong led her into the house, and pressed her on the couch again, until her hand warmed up, and then sat aside and said, "When will you be able to save people's worries?" I burned for three days in a row before retreating, and I just ran out as soon as I could..."

Zhao Chen listened quietly, and couldn't be sober anymore in this tenderness and sweetness.

The person in front of her wants to confuse her into obeying her words, and she is just planning to squeeze out the value of the other party.

If there is no true heart on the left and right, even if you re-enter the play, it will eventually end.

"Let's go to the Xiangwang Mansion to have a look." Although her voice was not high, she still interrupted Meng Yong's words.

"There's no rush at this time—"

"Yes, I've been waiting for eight or nine years."

"That's not what I mean." Meng Yong held her hand again, "If you really want to go, I'll accompany you here, so that your heart can be brighter as soon as possible." ”

……

The winter night is very cold and lonely, and there are few lights in the Xiangwang Mansion, as if to match the forbidden atmosphere of the mansion.

Zhao Chen was taken over the back wall of the Xiangwang Mansion by Yingchun, and was dragged to hide in the dark before he could stand firmly.

A little fire lit up in the distance, and the voice came: "Did you hear anything just now?" ”

The other snorted and said, "What's the sound there?" The people in this Xiangwang Mansion are all locked in the house, maybe the snow has fallen somewhere! ”

It wasn't until the sound faded away that two more people came in outside.

It was Meng Yong and Su Yan.

The four of them didn't make a sound anymore, and sneaked into the inner courtyard in twos and twos, and after avoiding the officers and soldiers patrolling, they entered the main room one after another.

There was no heat at all in the deserted room, and the person in the bed was silent, as if asleep.

Meng Yong motioned for the rest of the people to hide first, and he walked to the bed and pushed the half-lying man.

"His Royal Highness the King of Xiang?" His voice was very soft, and when the other party woke up and climbed inward, he said again: "It's down." ”

"Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng?" The sixth prince gasped and narrowed his eyes, and did not let go until he saw clearly, "You are finally here, this king still thinks you-"

"Thought I was abandoning you?" Meng Yong asked with a smile.

The thoughts of the six princes were written on their faces, and they said dejectedly: "After all, even the father-in-law of this king doesn't care about this king..."

As Zhao Chen expected, the Dali Siqing decisively abandoned the boat of the Six Princes.

During the time when the Xiangwang Mansion was banned, not only did he not take any action, but he even left Beijing to return to his hometown to worship his ancestors during the New Year's Festival.

This also made the six princes, who didn't know where to get the news, completely lose their hearts to their father-in-law.

"Don't worry, I won't give up on you." Meng Yong smiled and reassured, and continued: "I just want to discuss with you the plan to save you from your predicament. ”

"Sir, is there a way to help this king get out of trouble?" The eyes of the six princes lit up, and the person sat up straight instantly.

Meng Yong nodded, and suddenly said: "After your accident, Concubine Hui Niangniang cried in front of the emperor to no avail, and almost broke her body, and those of your subordinates withdrew to avoid it, lest they get involved for half a point..."

The six princes were full of gloom, and the trees fell and scattered, so that his newly rising hope was crushed little by little.

"Prince Wu has also made moves recently, but in the end, he is just borrowing, and he can't find anything." Meng Yong was puzzled: "It stands to reason that Prince Wu and you have a grudge, and he shouldn't have planned to step on you at this time——"

The sixth prince's face froze, and he turned his head away extremely unnaturally, and forcibly swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Is there something you're hiding?" Seeing that he still didn't answer, Meng Yong said in a deep voice: "Now the situation is bad enough, you can hide it and let me help you!" ”

"I, I-" The sixth prince seemed to be deciding something, and he hesitated for a while before he gritted his teeth: "The little scourge didn't lie, I did, I saw it back then!" ”