Liang Qianrou couldn't believe her ears, what did she hear just now? She said that she was guilty of her own crimes, or did she collaborate with the enemy and treason? She pretended to be calm and asked: "You are spewing blood, so I did not collaborate with the enemy and commit treason!" ”

Liang Qianqian leaned back in the chair, looked at Liang Qianrou and snorted coldly, and said, "Wanyan Mo is the ninth son of the Northern Yan King, you should know, right?" His mother is Concubine Hua of the Northern Yan Kingdom, a beauty who is still living in the cold palace. Think about it, there are so many sons of the King of Northern Yan, why did he let him come to Nanqi to be a proton? His status in the heart of the King of Northern Yan can be imagined. However, the more this is the case, the more he will want that position. Because only then can he save her mother.

Now the king of Beiyan is old, but Beiyan does not have a prince yet. Tsk~ Kowloon takes the heir, just listening to it makes me feel murderous. How much do you know about the dangers? How can you help him? You don't know anything about him at all, and you say you like him? Does he like you? ”

Liang Qianrou was pierced all over her body by this sharper question, and these questions were like sharp feather arrows piercing her heart one after another. She was in pain, but she was remarkably conscious. She thought back to the experience of knowing him, yes, he always didn't like him, he just shaved his head and picked his head hot. She sighed, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at Liang Qianqian, who looked indignant, and said faintly: "It's my wishful thinking, he doesn't like me." "But he likes you, you just don't know it.

Liang Qianqian looked at her like she couldn't support the wall with mud, and said angrily: "I'm sorry to tell you that you really don't have the ability to like him." One, your identity can't help him. Do you think the Protectorate Mansion will intervene in the battle for the heirs of Beiyan because of you? Second, you don't have enough money to help him recruit troops and horses, and help him recruit talented people. Three, your vision is too narrow, you don't know what the big picture is! Do you think you can get him by instigating Liang Qianning to kill me? It's a pure dream! Did you know that your own clever calculations almost killed him and the Protector Mansion! Do you think Proton Mansion's every move will escape the eyes of the royal guards? I'll tell you, the palace has known about your meeting for a long time. Therefore, the fact that I was killed became evidence of his bad intentions! Liang Qianrou, I ask you to understand, will a prince who has been suppressed for many years and aspire to the throne take a fancy to you?! ”

Liang Qianrou first looked at Liang Qianqian incredulously, it turned out that she thought that the plan was seamless, and the palace had already found out. She suddenly felt a little sad, can't she just like him? She was only eleven years old, and she was just a concubine. Her mother is an ordinary backhouse woman, and what she can teach her since she was a child is nothing more than a means of making a living in this backhouse. Unexpectedly, the mental means that she has always been proud of are so childish in the eyes of her eldest sister. Her head, which had been held high, finally drooped, and her straight back was bent.

Liang Qianqian saw that the heat was almost over, so he said: "Okay, I'll do it all." You go back and think about it, and come to me if you figure it out. After the spring of next year, I will point you to a potential jinshi, and it is more than enough to be an official and wife with your cleverness. ”

Liang Qianrou was like a rag doll whose soul had been drained, nodded sneeringly, and went out with vain steps.