The two things that Zi Lan said, although the first thing is still foggy, the second thing is ......

She could almost see it.

The duel between Lin Yingzhu and Fei Yinwen has begun.

Maybe it won't be long before Miss Lin will become Princess Heng.

And Prime Minister Lin You can be regarded as a person who has really become Uncle Yiheng.

But......

Who is that man surnamed Yuan?

She originally thought that the person who would give advice behind her uncle Yiheng and Fei Yinwen would be Ruan Yamin.

But I didn't expect to hear the news that it was all a man surnamed Yuan.

Yuan......

Could it be Ruan Yamin's subordinate?

But in her memory, that person didn't have a subordinate surnamed Yuan.

But the only beneficiary of the story was Fei Yinwen.

The people who helped Fei Yinwen do this in Xuantian Society, except for Uncle Yiheng, I am afraid that only King Wei Shunling secretly visited Xuantian, right?

Uncle Yiheng doesn't have that brain.

Then this person is only Ruan Yamin.

But Ruan Yamin's surname is Ruan......

He didn't want to expose his name......

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, remembering something, Feng Yan slapped the table and stood up.

"How?" Zilan was stunned.

"Come here." Feng Yan walked towards the study and turned his hand to Zilan.

"Uh-oh." Zilan took the handkerchief and quickly wiped her mouth, and quickly followed Feng Yan.

Entering the study, Feng Yan didn't say anything, walked to the bookcase, studied the ink at random, picked up the brush, and wrote a word on the rice paper on the bookcase.

"Come here." Feng Yan put down his pen and raised his eyes to look at Zilan who was pestle by the door.

"Oh." Zilan nodded, walked to the bookcase in three steps and two steps, and stood opposite Feng Yu.

"What's that?" Feng Yan pointed to the words on the rice paper with the tip of his pen.

"Nguyen." Zilan replied inexplicably.

"What about the word?" Feng Yan wiped the ear next to Ruan Zi with a brush. Pointing to the remaining part and looking at Zilan.

"Yuan ...... Yuan! After staring at the words on the rice paper for a while, Zi Lan suddenly came to her senses, "Miss thought of who that person was?!" ”

"Hmm." Feng Yan squinted and said, "Eight or nine is not far from ten." ”

"Who?" Zilan said curiously.

"Want to know?" Feng Yan raised his eyebrows at Zilan.

"I don't want to." Seeing that Miss couldn't say anything like this, Zilan hurriedly shook her head and said, "Miss should hold it by herself." ”

After speaking, Zilan ran out with a hula.

"Hey." Looking at Zilan's back, Feng Yan pursed his lips and chuckled.

This girl.

Sometimes it's really exciting.

Retracting his gaze and looking down at the yuan characters on the rice paper, Feng Yu slowly narrowed his eyes.

Nguyen ......

Yuan......

Oh, Nguyen Yamin.

Yes.

In her previous life, she didn't have much contact with this person.

The number of meetings is even infrequent.

Except for the battle of Tafeng, Fei Yinwen only saw him for the second time after knowing his true identity.

A pair of vicious eyes, I still remember it when I think about it now.

Tut.

In this life, I'm afraid I have to pay more attention to this prince of Wei Shun.

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The next day, less than five watches, without waiting for Zilan to shout, Feng Yan got up by himself.

When she got dressed, Zilan's knock on the door also came.

The door opened.

"Miss so early?" Zilan was shocked.

"It always has been." Feng Yu said with a smile.

"Hush." Zi Lan pouted, "...... last court"

"I hate it." Without waiting for Zilan to finish speaking, Feng Yan snatched the basin filled with water in Zilan's hand, "If you don't scold your young lady, your mouth will itch?" ”

"How so." Zilan said with a grin.

"Do you believe it?" Feng Yan put the basin on the basin shelf, and while washing his face, he glanced at Zilan angrily.

"Believe it." Zilan said: "How can you not believe in yourself." ”

"That makes sense." After Feng Yan replied helplessly, he didn't pay attention to Zilan anymore.

This girl's mouth is about to leave the teacher.

After washing, Feng Yan pulled up his sleeves, looked at Zilan on the side and said, "Hurry up and follow Yue Rong to train." ”

"It's not even five watches." As soon as she heard the training, Zilan felt a pain in her flesh.

"Exactly." Feng Yan said: "The plan of the day lies in the morning, have you heard?" ”

"Yes." Zilan replied obediently.

"Then do you know this morning ......" Feng Yan said again: "It has to be which morning?" ”

"Early in the morning." Zilan said.

"Wrong." Feng Yan stopped, "This morning is not the morning of the early morning, but the morning of the early morning." If you want to succeed, you should fight from the early hours of the morning to the early morning. Over time, you're not far from success. ”

"It's not far away......" Zilan smacked her tongue.

"Or else?" Feng Yan said: "Some people fight from early morning to early morning, and then from early morning to early morning, and they have not succeeded in their lives." ”

"That's a tragedy." Zilan stared.

"Not really." Feng Yan said, then raised his hand and patted Zilan's shoulder, "Little girl, fight hard." ”

After speaking, Feng Yan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

When she left the courtyard gate and walked almost another distance, she heard Zilan's shouting and complaining voice in the courtyard, "Miss! You're teasing me again! ”

"Hey." Feng Yu smiled softly. "Silly."

Walking from the backyard to the vestibule, Uncle Wu was still holding Yinyue and standing in the courtyard.

"Uncle Wu so early?" Feng Xiangle walked over.

"I think Miss should be up." Uncle Wu smiled, and then glanced into the lobby, "King Ze has been waiting for a while. ”

"So early." Hearing this, he turned around and saw Uncle Mo Ze just walking out of the lobby.

"I had a good rest yesterday." Uncle Mo Ze walked up to Feng Xiang's side, raised his hand and knocked on Feng Yan's head, "Morning." ”

"Early." Feng Yan reached out and rubbed his forehead, "Let's go?" ”

"Hmm." Uncle Mo Ze bowed his head, and immediately took the reins from Uncle Wu's hand, helping Feng Yu to hold Yinyue, "Then we'll go first." Uncle Mo Ze looked at Steward Wu and said.

"The prince walks slowly." Uncle Wu nodded at Uncle Mo Ze.

"Goodbye, Uncle Wu." Feng Yan went over and took Uncle Mo Ze's hand, and the other waved at Uncle Wu.

"Be careful on the road." Uncle Wu smiled at Feng Yan.

"Hmm."

In response, Feng Yan pulled Uncle Mo Ze, and Uncle Mo Ze led Yinyue and walked out of the door.

"Didn't bring a gun today?" Out of the gate, after Yan'er turned over and got on the horse, Uncle Mo Ze asked softly.

"You don't have a sword with you." Feng Yan smiled.

"Isn't this king a common thing?" Although his father had specially approved him to bring weapons into the palace, he would never bring his own weapons into the palace except for the gun he had for Yan'er.

Who knew he was going to really bring it in......

And what will those people chop up?

"It's not uncommon for Ben to occasionally don't carry a gun." Feng Yan said.

"That makes sense." It's too uncle.

"Hahahaha......" Feng Yan hugged his stomach and couldn't stop laughing.

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