P> "Wait quietly, it can't be the concubine of your house, and she is performing immortal magic again, right?" ”

Pressing the hem of the robe blown by the wind with his hand, Chang Rong, the secretary of the military department, stroked his short beard under his chin and made fun of Jing'anhou, who was walking side by side with him.

Stopped, Ling Xiao's thick black eyebrows were wrinkled together, he looked at Chang Rong, the secretary of the military department, his face was slightly cold, and said: "Lord Chang, please stop talking, this concubine is just a good-for-nothing boudoir woman, and she can't stand Lord Chang's words." ”

People's words are terrifying, and Jing Anhou understands it in his heart.

Chang Rong's words seem to be compliments, but when he hears the ears of those who have a heart, he doesn't know what kind of bad luck it will bring to the daughter who regards him as a passerby?

Not to mention, now in the court, all factions are secretly doing their own thing, trying their best to write to the emperor, and set up the prince they are optimistic about as the future prince.

In the near future, I'm afraid there will be a bloody storm coming!

If you want to complain, you can only complain about the few princes who have reached adulthood under the knees of the current emperor, all of whom have extraordinary abilities.

Maybe it would be the right choice for her to marry King Lu, but not necessarily.

Alas! After Ling Xiao finished speaking to Chang Rong, he sighed in his heart, hugged his fists and said goodbye, then took the reins handed over by the guards of the Hou Mansion, and rode away in the direction of his house.

"Master Chang, look at the cowardice you just now, but you slapped the horse's leg on the horse's leg!"

Feng Qi, the secretary of the Ministry of Justice, who had a good personal relationship with Chang Rong, raised his hand on his shoulder and was scared, and joked with a funny face.

"Go, go, half a hundred people, and they are still so restless when they talk." Chang Rong stretched out his hand and knocked down Feng Qi's hand on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "This morning, I saw that the expression on Jing Anhou's face had been tense, no, when I went out of the palace gate, I saw the good weather, and suddenly the wind was strong and the sky turned dark, so I took the rumors in the market yesterday and made fun of Jing Anhou, who knew that he would not be able to stand the joke." ”

"If you want me to say, you are pure and broken, you are asking for yourself." Feng Qi said and walked towards his carriage.

"Hey, I said, can you make it clear?" Catching up with his friend's footsteps, Chang Rong asked.

"What is there to say?" Feng Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at Chang Rong, "You haven't heard of the reputation of the concubine of the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion. What is the story behind the events on the field of yesterday's poetry competition, and how do we, hearsay, know about it? If you don't open a pot, Jing Anhou didn't punch you just now, it's enough to be worthy of everyone's colleagues with each other! ”

Boarding his own carriage, Feng Qi ordered his little servant to beat the horse back to the house, and ignored Chang Rong, the secretary of the military department who was stunned in place, frowning and thinking.

"It's raining, it's raining!"

As one person spoke, the other people crowded on the street at the entrance of the Jing'an Hou Mansion shouted at the same time, "Please ask the goddess to bless you!" Goddess bless! Goddess ......"

And half an hour before the storm hit, the Ning mother and daughter, who were rushing to the gate of the mansion, were frightened by the sudden wind in their faces, and immediately stopped.

"Auntie, this, this ......"

Ling Yuyan covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and snuggled up to Ning Shi with a frightened expression.

"It's okay, the sudden change in the weather is something that can't be said." Ning Shi was actually scared in her heart, yesterday in the house, a good wind suddenly rose, she didn't think much about it at the time, and then heard Ling Yuyan talk about the weather changes caused by Ling Wushuang playing a piano in the poetry competition, and she was scared.

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