Bai Luo was still holding Lian Ning, still in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and King Dingyuan came to the small courtyard where Bai Luo lived and gathered all the maids and women.

"Feng'er has a ...... in her hand Who made what has never been seen before? ”

Although the princess also wants to learn from female red, if Chaoyang can do it, Lian Ning will not be so surprised to see the rag doll, so the rag doll must be made by a maid in the palace.

A little maid walked out a little tremblingly, bowing her head and not daring to look at King Dingyuan, "Go back...... Back to the prince, it was made by slaves and maids. ”

The little maid was worried in her heart, the prince wouldn't blame her, right?

But a rag doll, there shouldn't be any danger, so what does the prince want to do?

King Dingyuan looked at the little maid, hummed softly, ordered the other maids to retreat, and said to the little maid, "You come with me." ”

King Dingyuan was the first to turn around and leave, and the little maid lowered her head and followed behind with small steps.

When he came to a hidden place, King Dingyuan turned around and said, "What is the name of that thing?" ”

"Go back to the prince, it's called a rag doll."

"How did you do that?"

"It was the prince who taught the slave to do it......"

The little maid hurriedly took out the drawings from her arms, on which the pattern of a rag doll was drawn.

King Dingyuan took the drawings, looked at them extremely seriously, and then laughed, "Feng'er is talented!" ”

I've never learned to draw, but I draw so realistically.

Little maid: "......"

It's just a few simple strokes!

"Tell me all the details."

"Yes......"

After listening, King Dingyuan nodded and handed the drawings back to the little maid, "Do you like rag dolls?" ”

"Huh?"

"Tell me the truth."

"Hello...... Like! ”

"Okay, make one for me according to the drawings, remember, don't let anyone else know."

"Yes......"

King Dingyuan strode around and left, leaving the little maid with a confused face.

However, the little girl's original intention of making a rag doll for herself is completely gone.

……

Bai Luo gently pinched Lian Ning's cheeks, which were soft and elastic, like the most delicate mutton fat jade in the world, which made people love it.

Lian Ning has a rag doll, and he is attentive to playing, and he doesn't care about Bai Luo's movements.

Inadvertently, Bai Luo looked up into the distance, and a white-robed figure came into view.

Even if they are quite far away, Bai Luo can feel the luxurious temperament of the white-robed young man, a gold silk belt, tied around the waist, making the white-robed young man's figure appear more and more slender.

There is a black jade unicorn jade pendant hanging from his waist, which further highlights the extraordinary identity of the white-robed man.

The unicorn is not something that everyone can wear, not to mention that it is still carved from precious and rare black jade, which is exquisite and meticulous.

Today's crown prince, Zhao Yi.

Naturally, there is no such person in the memory of the original owner, and the reason why Bai Luo knows him is all based on the memory of the previous Dark Guard Eleven.

Bai Luo has always felt that the Dafa of Soul Transfer has gone far beyond the scope of martial arts.

Zhao Yi is the one who wants to harm him.

The selection of the secret guards of the palace is not strict, but even so, it is still mixed in undercover, but if the mastermind behind the scenes is the current prince, it is not surprising.

Prince, there is this energy.

A small secret guard, just carrying out orders, naturally it is impossible to know why the prince wants to do something to him, which is also strange to Bai Luo.

Even if he is afraid of the strength of King Dingyuan, it should be the emperor who wants to do it.

No matter which way you look at it, the prince has no motive or reason to do it.

Zhao Yi walked all the way to the hall, Bai Luo got up with Lian Ning in his arms, and walked slowly towards the hall.

He wanted to see what Zhao Yi wanted to do when he came to the palace.

……

When Zhao Yi met King Dingyuan, it was naturally a polite greeting.

After the two sides sat down, Zhao Yi slowly spoke, "I don't know where the son is?" ”

King Dingyuan was about to answer, when a crisp voice suddenly came, "Brother Huang! ”

Lian Ning trotted towards Zhao Yi, and behind Lian Ning, there was Bai Luo in white.

Zhao Yi gently touched Lian Ning's head, but his eyes were looking white, and his eyes flickered slightly, he didn't die?

What is Eleven for?

The corners of Bai Luo's mouth showed a "smirk", it seems that even as a prince, it is extremely difficult to install an undercover agent in the Dingyuan Palace.

If there were other undercover agents in Dingyuan Palace, Zhao Yi would not know that he was still alive.

"Dad, who is this?"

Hearing Bai Luo's initiative to ask, King Dingyuan's eyes lit up, "Feng'er, this is His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Bai Luo tilted his head as if he was puzzled, "What is the prince, can you eat it?" ”

Zhao Yi's face turned dark in an instant, as the crown prince, he is respected everywhere on weekdays, even if he is the king of Dingyuan, he must be polite to him.

When did anyone dare to say that about him.

Being in a high position for a long time is the easiest way to change people's mentality.

And such a person is not suitable to be the emperor.

"Ah, Brother Huang, it hurts!"

Lian Ning covered her hair with teary eyes, but under the change in Zhao Yi's mood, the strength in her hands suddenly increased a lot.

Bai Luo quickly stepped forward, slapped Zhao Yi's palm away, and hugged Lian Ning into his arms, "Be good, don't cry......"

Zhao Yi covered his reddened palms, and looked at Bai Luo with gloomy eyes, and Bai Luo also just raised his head at this time, and the two looked at each other.

In the depths of the white eyes, there seems to be a black vortex slowly rotating, deep and soul-striking!

For a moment, Zhao Yi's expression was a little trance-like, as if everything had been stripped naked and exposed in front of Bai Luo, without concealment.

A flash of struggle flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes, and he suddenly gasped for breath, and when he came to his senses, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

Bai Luo's face was pale, and then it became unusually ruddy, and there was something fishy sweet in his throat.

The Dafa of Soul Transference is still the first time it has failed, and the power of the backlash is somewhat beyond imagination.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

One of Zhao Yi's subordinates immediately stepped forward and supported Zhao Yi, and the internal force turned around in Zhao Yi's body, and found that Zhao Yi was just a little weak and fine.

Zhao Yi looked at Bai Luo with some horror, and just wanted to say something, but Bai Luo suddenly closed his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Feng'er!"

King Dingyuan's body was like the wind, and he appeared in front of Bai Luo in an instant and helped Bai Luo up.

He suffered internal injuries and was extremely weak.

King Dingyuan's eyes were sharp and he looked at Zhao Yi, "What did you do?" ”

"I ...... I didn't do anything! ”

Zhao Yi, who originally planned to ask the teacher for guilt, instantly felt aggrieved in his heart, and there was a trace of fear, the strength of King Dingyuan was too big, so big that he couldn't afford to provoke it.

A secret guard had already gone to ask for a doctor, and King Dingyuan picked up Bai Luo, glanced at the subordinates behind the prince, and said outside the door: "Before I come back, no one is allowed to leave, including His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

"Yes!"

Voices sounded suddenly, and immediately after, figures emerged and stood outside the door......

(End of chapter)