King Ning is not only a broken sleeve, but also loves gossip.

Lin Yan felt that she was one step closer to the truth.

What is cold and ruthless, what is decisive, and it is rumored to kill people.

Lin Yan broke free from Mo Ning's confinement with a sad face, and retreated to a place a foot away from the other party to stand.

Mo Ning probably saw that her eyes were full of vigilance, the corners of her mouth raised, and she also took a step forward.

Lin Yan panicked: King Ning didn't bring a guard, tied himself to the empty beach in the middle of the night, did he have any ideas?

She subconsciously wanted to cover her chest, and as soon as her arm was raised, she suddenly remembered the men's clothes she was wearing now, and she was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know where to put her hand.

Just as a gust of sea breeze was blowing, Lin Yan simply raised her hand and brushed her hair that was blown up.

"You were entrusted by Miss Lin Qi to come to Cangzhou, what is the so-called?" Mo Ning didn't seem to intend to let her go, and asked again.

Lin Yan couldn't hide, so she had to respond indiscriminately: "Cough, cough, Miss Lin Qi is a good girl." ”

"Oh?" The corners of Mo Ning's mouth curled higher: "What's good?" ”

Lin Yan couldn't wait to give herself a big mouth, but King Ning didn't ask Lin Qi what kind of person he was.

What kind of evil did she commit, and took the initiative to lead the topic to herself.

Mo Ning asked: "You might as well tell me where Lin Qi is good." Since it is good, why did the Guogong Mansion ignore her for many years, but stayed at her uncle's house for a long time? ”

You are talking about the gossip of the Guogong Mansion, Lin Yan thought angrily, but replied:

"Where did Xiaomin know about those things in Miss Lin Qi's family? It's just that Miss Lin Qi has entrusted the little people to do things twice, and she is generous, kind and not arrogant, so she thinks she is good. ”

Lin Yan cheekily praised herself fiercely and secretly spied on Mo Ning.

Mo Ning raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Yan condescendingly and asked, "Oh? Where does a deep boudoir woman come from so many things to do with you? What's going on? ”

So curious, why don't you go to the tea house bookstore to tell stories? Lin Yan thought indignantly.

Those storytellers specialize in acquiring all kinds of gossip about the relatives of the emperor and the country, what do you want to hear?

The most famous Fuxin Building in Beijing, not only the dim sum is well made, the fragrance of tea is brewed, the secret of attracting all the gentlemen and ladies to go in an endless stream, but also the golden Beijing Billboard erected in the middle of the hall.

There are not only young heroes and heroines on the list.

The most attractive thing is that the lady of the Li family in the hat alley teamed up with the concubine to block Lord Li in the flower building, scratching and biting and kicking, and the victim Lord Li didn't face the court for a month; In addition, the old lady of Jiang Shilang's family in Huaishu Hutong sat on the ground and scolded the street for not letting the shrew, and won the first prize of the annual street scolding.

On the first day of each month, the Billboard is on the list with a new round of new things.

That day, Fuxin Building was full of wives from various families, staring at the list with tense bodies and green eyes, and excitedly discussing the top three on the list with the next table.

That day was also the happiest time for the uncle who sold melon seeds at the door, and the sales volume was more than ten times more than usual, and the green tea-flavored melon seeds were the most popular.

After Lin Yan longed for it infinitely, she decided not to speak anymore, and recently she finally discovered that her IQ may not be as high as she thought.

What about quietly abusing the female supporting actress and turning over your hands to kill the opponent?

Sure enough, what my aunt said was right, house fighting is a technical job, Lin Yan's brain is not enough, it is better to use her strengths and avoid weaknesses, and if she can use her fists, she will not play tricks.

Seeing that Lin Yan was on guard and stopped talking, Mo Ning smiled and stopped asking, but asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

Lin Yan is indeed hungry, who is afraid that she is not hungry after a night of bumps?

But Mo Ning then said: "It's a pity that there is no one nearby, let's go back to Cangzhou." ”

Lin Yan was almost desperate, it turned out that King Ning not only broke his sleeves, loved gossip, but was also a mallet.

She has already decided to return to Beijing as soon as the matter is done, and she has nothing to do with His Royal Highness King Ning from now on.

Mo Ning had enough of enjoying the sunrise, turned over and got on his horse and prepared to leave.

Seeing that Lin Yan was still standing still, he spread out his palms and said, "Get on the horse!" ”

Lin Yan looked at the jujube red horse with a hot nose, who was held by King Ning and sat on a horse yesterday.

At this moment, knowing King Ning's special habits, where is she willing to sit.

Besides, no one can see it in the middle of the night.

Now that the sun is shining and pedestrians are beginning to appear on the streets, how can she still go back on a horse with King Ning?

King Ning is not a man, and she Lin Yan has to go back to Beijing to face her parents at home.

"It's unreasonable to share a seat with the prince." Lin Yan's eyes drifted away, and she didn't dare to look at Mo Ning.

Mo Ning was silent and said, "I was negligent, and when I get to the town in front, I'll hire another carriage." ”

So everyone who entered and exited the Inspectorate on this day looked at His Royal Highness King Ning with dumbfounded eyes, and led a carriage to stop at the gate of the small courtyard.

And the one who twisted and pinched off the car was a weak and delicate... Ahem, little chamberlain.

Lin Yan saw a few peeping heads exposed around the corner, and her face turned even redder with shame.

By the time she calmed down her heartbeat and stabilized her breathing, the culprit Ning Wang had already put on his cold temperament from the past, and strode into the courtyard without squinting.

Lin Yan raised her feet and was about to follow in, when she suddenly found that one of those heads belonged to Shan Xiaojing.

Only then did she remember that there was still something important she hadn't done, and sure enough, beauty killed people.

Lin Yan didn't follow into the courtyard, she turned a corner and walked to the toilet of the inspector's yard, looked left and right to see if there was anyone, and then slipped out.

And Li Rui's guards were waiting anxiously, and when they saw King Ning coming back, they suddenly surrounded him.

No one dared to ask where King Ning went, only glanced up and down with his eyes, and saw that the prince was neatly dressed and walking like flying, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay.

Zhang Chuanxi had already run over with tears in his eyes: "Yeyou, where have you been?" These minions have sent several waves of officials for you. Zhou Shizi shouted that he wanted to go to Fengjiao Tower to live, you see? ”

"Let him go!" Mo Ning didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he directly threw this sentence and entered the house.

"Okay, let him go." Zhang Chuanxi bowed and agreed.

After agreeing, I realized that there seemed to be something wrong with King Ning, and he gritted his teeth with hatred yesterday but was helpless.

went out for a trip, and it was easy to let Zhou Min go back?

Zhang Chuanxi has a benefit, he can't figure it out, he just doesn't want to, serving a good master is the most important thing.

He trotted a few steps and followed Mo Ning into the house, carrying hot water and making a handkerchief, and was very busy.

Yan Furong took the handkerchief he had twisted, and waved his hand to let Zhang Chuanxi retreat.

He handed the hot handkerchief to Mo Ning, hesitated and said, "Your Highness, Lin Qi was born in the Xinguo Mansion, and Lu Anhou only recognizes the saint in his eyes... She's not a good match. ”

Mo Ning's hand to wipe his face paused, revealing half of his face from behind the veil, and his eyes swept Yan Furong sharply.

Yan Furong's back was cold, and he hung his hands solemnly and didn't dare to speak again.

Mo Ning's voice sounded faintly above his head: "Yan Gonggong's year of sixtieth birthday, right?" ”

Yan Furong didn't understand what Mo Ning meant, he only knew that if King Ning was calmly looking for someone to talk to, he must be angry and wanted to start rectifying it.

But he could only stubbornly answer: "The old slave is one in sixty." ”

Mo Ning put the handkerchief on the washstand, smoothed out the wrinkles, and exhaled softly.

He looked out the window at the lush shade of the trees, which bloomed overnight as soon as spring came.

His heart softened, his tone softened, and he said to Yan Furong: "The old man next to my mother, now you are the only one, it is my negligence." ”

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Furong's forehead, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.