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Although Tongzhou is not as prosperous as Chang'an, it is also a rich place in the end, with pavilions and pavilions, and the streets are full of hawkers.

Located in the southeast corner, a courtyard is even more quiet and elegant, standing outside the wall, you can smell the fragrance of plum blossoms from the inside.

"Guards Qin, the prince and the prince have urgent matters to discuss in the courtyard, Guards Qin will come back later!"

Qin Feng held a letter tightly in his hand, his strength was so great that he almost crushed the letter, this was the third time he had come here today.

But every time he was stopped by Su Qingmu.

It really irritated him.

But the matter of Chang'an was urgent, and Qin Feng finally handed over the letter to Su Qingmu and said, "Brother Su, this letter is from Chang'an!" Please be sure to hand it over to the prince! ”

Su Qingmu looked at the wrinkled envelope, frowned slightly, put the letter away, and said, "Okay, I'll go now." ”

After saying that, leaving three guards to guard the door of the courtyard, Su Qingmu turned around and went in, but as he walked through the corridor, he paused and threw the letter into the brazier.

The orange-yellow tongue of fire instantly swallowed the letter, and those handwritings slowly turned into black ash in the flames, and after doing all this, Su Qingmu took a deep breath and was about to turn back.

A cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What are you burning?"

Su Qingmu subconsciously blocked the brazier with his body, first saluted towards Rong Jingshen, and then said respectfully, "Back to the prince, it's nothing, it's just an old coat of his subordinates!" ”

Behold.

The man walked to the brazier with great speed, and the letter had been burned completely, leaving only a layer of black ash.

The man's eyes were unpredictable, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and he asked, "What kind of fabric is your old clothes?" ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

Su Qingmu was speechless for a while, because no matter what kind of fabric the clothes were made, they would not turn into black ash after burning, and there would be a strange smell.

The prince asked, obviously—obviously suspicious of him, Su Qingmu was not sure what to do, and a pale blue figure suddenly broke into his eyes.

Gu Lingchen walked over leisurely, without raising his eyebrows, and said calmly, "Lord Wang, are you so idle now that you even have to ask what Su Qingmu wears and what he burns?" ”

The man's face suddenly gloomy several degrees, his gaze went straight over Gu Lingchen, firmly nailed to Su Qingmu's body, and asked word by word, "The letter you burned - is it from Chang'an?" ”

There were also a lot of lives on his hands, but when he touched Rong Jingshen's gaze, Su Qingmu still trembled and said, "It's a letter from my subordinates."

The subordinate's wife ran away with someone else, and the subordinate was afraid that others would know about it, so he would remember to burn the letter. ”

Rong Jingshen kicked the brazier away, only to hear a clang, and the black ash of the charcoal fire inside was sprinkled on the ground at once, and his threatening voice became more and more threatening.

"Su Qingmu—although you are a guard of Gu Wangfu, it is easy for this king to cross Gu Wangfu and dispose of a guard."

Gu Lingchen and his brother for so many years also knew his temperament, and said lightly, "Even if something big happens in Chang'an, can it be as important as the current matter?" ”

Who knows, the man suddenly pulled out the sharp sword on his waist and aimed it directly at Gu Lingchen, to be precise, the sharp blade directly crossed Gu Lingchen's neck, and even cut a blood mark.

"This king asks you, is it a matter of pity!"

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