"Who?!" The third prince drank sharply, but there was no one behind him when he turned around.

"Is Your Highness looking for me?" The woman's voice sounded again, cool and cool, so terrifying.

The third prince stood up and looked around, but there was no shadow of a woman.

"What kind of person pretends to be a god and a ghost, and dares to scare this prince!" He glared at Zheng Anhou, who was entering the mountain safely: "Uncle? ”

Zheng Anhou smiled: "Your Highness, don't panic, have you forgotten?" ”

The third prince frowned, what should he remember?

Zheng Anhou walked like a cabinet in the study and picked up the candlestick next to him.

"Is that her?" The three princes were stunned.

That day, his uncle took him through this secret passage and saw the secret weapon.

The heavy stone door sounded, and the cool woman's voice sounded.

"It's the slave family."

Fenghua went out by mistake, and rarely saw sunlight for several days, making her skin even paler, and a red dress was as enchanting as the red flower on the other side of the Lethe River, charming and deadly.

The third prince narrowed his eyes.

Although he is a good man, he is not indifferent to women, and the stunning beauty of Fenghua is naturally the object of his coveting.

It's just that Qin Wujiang has always been in the center, and none of the swingers in Chang'an dare to really think about Fenghua, but now......

"Who would have thought that Qin Wujiang found Jiangnan from Chang'an, asked all the people along the way and didn't find Miss Feng, so he hid in my uncle Zheng Anhou's mansion so safely." The third prince looked at Zheng Anhou, and the look in his eyes was understood by a man, not to mention the mistake of struggling for so long on the scene.

It's just that although her face turned pale, she didn't waver at all.

"If he really cares about me, how can he stop the princess and almost give him his life."

Fenghua closed her eyes by mistake.

She heard that Qin Wujiang had been looking for her "disappearance" for so long, and she was already ready to move, but just when she decided to give up all plans to meet him, Qin Wujiang actually stopped the princess's car in the dust.

At that moment, Fenghua mistakenly knew that her heart was dead.

No one can come to redeem her.

Qin Wujiang can't either.

Only power, only a monstrous power and noble identity can save her.

Zheng Anhou is the one who can give her this power.

"You say, how can you use the people of the world to force your father to dispose of Chu Changning?" The third prince asked.

Feng Hua's eyes moved: "It's up to Your Highness." ”

The third prince raised his eyebrows.

"Admonish, grandly build Changle Palace to celebrate the return of the eldest princess."

The corners of the third prince's mouth twitched: "You're crazy." ”

……

Early the next morning, the ministers wrote to the courtiers, saying that the sacrifice of the eldest princess for the country was a great achievement, and they were willing to contribute money and efforts to His Royal Highness's Changle Palace.

The emperor readily agreed, and also wanted to surprise Changning.

That night, the streets of Chang'an were full of messages.

"The Turks are coming!"

"Your Majesty wants to raise military salaries, and all taxes for conscription must be increased!"

"There is also the Changle Palace built for Princess Changning in the palace, and a group of strong craftsmen will also be recruited, where is there still a way to live, hurry up!"

For a while, rumors spread and public resentment boiled.

As soon as the emperor opened his eyes, he heard the imperial envoys talk about the situation in Chang'an with red eyes, and his face turned green.

"Who is so bold and spreading rumors!"

The ministers did not dare to speak, but some of them believed that these rumors were not groundless.

"Your Majesty, please investigate thoroughly!" Xu Jie stood up and asked for his life.

The emperor was slightly satisfied, and then swept over, and several adults who had dealt with Changning before looked at each other and stood up.

"The people don't know the truth, and I ask Your Majesty to issue a holy message to appease the people." Mrs. Qin stood up, and Lao Cheng's solemn remarks seemed very pertinent and feasible.

"What Taifu said was polite, and the Ministry of Rites immediately drafted an edict to announce to the world, this time it was the Turks who broke the contract first, not the cause of my Great Chu."

The royal list was quickly plastered all over the streets and alleys.

"Isn't this still unnegotiated, and there is going to be a war?" Someone is bewitching the people.

The momentum became more and more uncontrollable, and even some officials were shaken, thinking that this matter was caused by the personal affair between the eldest princess and Mu Qingyan that angered Na Ruo.

"Liaodong is in an emergency, and it is already a heinous mistake for the king of Liaodong to leave his post without permission, so I implore Your Majesty to deal with it immediately, and send the princess to the Turks and relatives to settle the grievances of the people."

"Bastard!" The emperor was angry and coughed up blood.

"I finally brought Changning back, and you still want to send her away!"

The emperor had nowhere to complain about his hard work, so he could only fork these foolish eggs out and beat them with a cane!

He can beat one, two, or even ten hundred ministers, but he can't beat the world's people.

The emperor had a terrible headache.

On the other side, Changning's friendly team has approached Chang'an, but the attitude of the people in the large and small counties passing around is very different, and it is very different from the previous harmony, and some people have even secretly thrown small pebbles to startle her horse.

Fang Qian and Mu Qingyan moved in an instant, one of them stopped the two horses, and finally they were safe and sound.

Changning stabilized himself from the dangling frame and lifted the curtain.

The person who threw the stone had long since disappeared, and Fang Qian was still furious: "Assassinate the princess, the crime deserves death!" ”

Only Mu Qingyan turned his head and glanced at Changning worriedly.

They were wise men, and they were clearly aware of the ill will of the people towards them.

"Are you afraid?" Mu Qingyan drove his horse to the window of the carriage in Changning.

The girl lifted the curtain with one hand, revealing only half of her face, and smiled: "I should ask you this sentence." ”

"From the anti-conflict hero loved by everyone, Liaodong Mulang's god throne fell and became a character that everyone shouted and beaten, are you afraid?" Changning asked.

Mu Qingyan smiled softly.

"I'm afraid."

Changning raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised by Mu Qingyan.

"Are you still afraid?"

"I'm afraid you think I'm afraid." Mu Qingyan whispered in her ear, and the breath that came out was on Changning's ear, tickling.

The girl wrinkled her nose and snorted: "I didn't know before, your flamboyant tongue is better than Song Yisheng." ”

Mu Qingyan smiled.

"It should."

Changning smiled and lowered the curtain.

Mu Qingyan retracted his gaze, and the bumps on the horseback made his figure rise and fall slightly.

Changning looked at him through the curtain, and a suppressed smile bloomed.

"You don't have to be afraid," her voice was rarely cold, but with a sweet smile, "it's them who should be afraid." ”

Zheng Anhou, the third prince.

Song Yijin, Jiang Shangshu.

All of them are upright, and now they have enough wealth.

Now that she has found out everything, she will not be secretly angry when she comes back.

Mu Qingyan hummed lightly: "Let it go." ”

Changning raised his chin and subconsciously blurted out the word "of course".

"You still have me." Mu Qingyan said.

Of course, the two words were held in her mouth, like a piece of sweet and refreshing rock sugar water flowing into her throat, and finally turned into a voice: "Got it." ”

The carriages and horses continued to march, and Chang'an was close at hand.

After a night's rest, I hurried early the next morning, and at noon, the send-off team that had left Chang'an ten days ago returned to Chang'an City.

This time, there was no welcome in the middle of the road, and the people didn't even kowtow from the mountain, only a pair of resentful eyes, staring fiercely at Changning's gorgeous incense car like a soul-locked ghost.

"Princess Celestia is back to the palace!"