Fang Qing took the letter given by Li Feibai, walked out of the medical hall quickly, and walked in the direction where Nangong Banmeng left.

Fortunately, Nangong Banmeng intended to investigate, and his pace did not go too fast.

Fang Qing finally succeeded in finding her whereabouts.

After following him, he found that the other party had come to Tao Yiju.

Fang Qing is happy, this is more convenient to move.

While Nangong was listening intently to the discussion of the neighbors, Fang Qing found Xu Qianqian and explained Li Feibai's order.

"Look at her, although she is drinking tea in her mouth and looks leisurely, in fact, her attention is all on the words of the two men sitting next to her."

On the second floor, Xu Qianqian pulled Fang Qing to look down from a high place.

"Sister Qianqian, you are really careful, you can see this."

"I'm in the Drunken Red Mansion, and I have read countless people, especially women, who can't hide from my eyes."

"Childe said, don't let her know that we did it, and you Tao Yiju can't have anything to do with it." Fang Qing said.

"It's easy."

Xu Qianqian pointed to a private room behind her and said, "This room is backed by an alley, after you threw the letter to her, you immediately jumped out of the window and ran away, and then went to the street to blend in with the crowd, even if she cultivated high, she couldn't find you."

"Okay."

Fang Qing nodded in agreement.

"Watch the time and don't be discovered." Xu Qianqian finished her instructions and then left.

Fortunately, it was still early, and there were not too many people on the second floor, which gave Fang Qing a great opportunity.

Crumpling the letter paper in his hand, Fang Qing saw the opportunity for Nangong Banmeng to bow his head and drink tea, and threw it out.

"Whew"

There was a faint sound of breaking the sky, and the letter paper shot towards the back of Nangong's half-dream head like a hidden weapon.

Immediately after, Fang Qing immediately ran into the room and jumped out of the window.

As soon as his eyes were raised, Nangong Banmeng stretched out two fingers and caught the letter.

She didn't say a word, and without saying a word, her figure flew in the direction where the letter paper was shot.

When she came to the second floor, she saw the door of the private room wide open, and she immediately rushed in.

Seeing that the window was open again, without the slightest hesitation, Nangong half-dreamed and jumped down.

The alley at this time is very quiet.

If Fang Qing wasn't fast enough, it was very likely that she would catch up.

Fortunately, although his cultivation is not high, his body is still good, and he just blended into the crowd on the street at this time.

By the time Nangong Banmeng walked up the long street, she couldn't tell who "sneaked" her.

Helpless, she could only give up the pursuit.

Then, Nangong Banmeng spread out the ball of letter paper in his hand and looked at it closely.

It reads: Killing Nangong Mountain, it was the mastermind of King Zhao, the first emperor was also killed by him himself, Wu Hongxian, a mysterious master in the palace, was already a party of King Zhao, Situ Wuwu was outnumbered, and he was imprisoned by the Tsing Yi Division. The young emperor Nangong Society has been held hostage by Nangong Ding to the palace of King Zhao, hoping that the county lord will rescue him, if he leads the army back to the city, he must be cautious.

In just one sentence, he gave Nangong Banmeng all the information he wanted.

Her pretty face gradually turned cold, and with a burst of strength in her hand, the ball of paper immediately turned to ashes.

Then, she hurried to the west of the city.

That was the direction of the white-robed army back to the city.

Fang Qing, who was secretly observing, saw her behavior, and secretly said in her heart: It seems that she believes seven or eight points.

Originally, Nangong Ding's intentions had been briefly stated in the secret decree, and now there is Li Feibai's letter, even if Nangong Banmeng does not believe it, he will be wary of Nangong Ding.

This is enough for Li Feibai.

After returning from the palace, Nangong Ding's face was pale.

Because the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Li came out to scold him again.

The reason is naturally the transfer of the Son of Heaven to the Zhao Palace.

Li Chong's words: Since ancient times, the Son of Heaven has been in power, and he has been in the palace, how can he move to the palace?

Could it be that the dignified defense of the country moved the Son of Heaven out of the palace because of an assassin, wouldn't this move make Shenzhou laugh off his big teeth.

These words were supported by some ministers who still had the original intentions.

Even though the vast majority of courtiers were afraid of Nangong Ding's power, they

Didn't ask to help him.

Helpless, Nangong Ding had no choice but to move out of Nangong De, and he barely suppressed Li Chong.

"Lord, what's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Yin saw that Nangong Ding was sullen, and stepped forward to ask.

"This Li Zhong, this king will remove him." Nangong said angrily.

"The Book of Rites?"

"Who else is it?"

"What's wrong with him?"

Nangong Ding said Li Chong's words in the court.

With a small smile, Ouyang Yin replied, "Lord Wang, what he said is not unreasonable."

"Xiaoyin, why are you on his side too?"

"I didn't stand on his side, I just reminded the prince that what he said does have some truth, and I'm afraid the ministers of the country will think the same way."

"Hmph." Nangong Ding snorted coldly: "When Nangong Mountain was here, he was the biggest diehardboard of King Qi's party. Originally, I thought that he was highly respected, and hoped that he would be used by me, but I did not expect that this weight is like a stone in a pit, which cannot be cultivated."

"As you said, Li Zhong is highly respected in the court, and he is a scholar of the six books, how can he say that he will withdraw it?" Ouyang Yin asked.

She still didn't understand Nangong's intention to move the Son of Heaven to her home.

The corners of his mouth grinned to the side, and Nangong Ding said, "Isn't Your Majesty in our mansion? Isn't it just a matter of a holy decree?"

Ouyang Yin is good at organs, and his mind is clever, and when he heard him say this, he immediately understood what Nangong Ding meant.

"Lord, you...... You want to threaten Your Majesty to order the removal of Li Chongshangshu from his position?"

Ouyang Yin's eyes were surprised.

"Xiaoyin, if not, why do you think this king has worked so hard to invite their mother and son to the mansion?"

With a chuckle in his heart, Ouyang Yin immediately thought of Ji Wujin.

"It turns out that the prince is under house arrest for their mother and son."

Smiling slightly, Nangong must be regarded as a default.

"Coercing the Son of Heaven to order the defense of the country, with the Nangong Society in hand, this defense of the country is also the final decision of this king."

"Coercing the Son of Heaven to Defend the Country?"

With a slight groan, Ouyang Yin, who was smart enough to be clever, immediately understood the ingenuity of this move.

"Lord Wang, you are really talented!" She couldn't help but speak in admiration.

Barely smiling, Nangong Ding didn't say it, this was Li Feibai's strategy.

As for Ouyang Yin, she didn't object to Nangong Ding doing this, but was worried about Ji Wujin's safety.

"Lord Wang, whatever you want to do, please promise me not to hurt Sister Wujin."

"Don't worry, for me, Nangong Society is the most important, Ji Wujin is just a foil, and this king will not touch her."

"Then the concubine will be relieved."

"I'm hungry, but I have something to eat?" Nangong Ding took Ouyang Yin into his arms.

His body and nerves were tense for days, and he wanted to relax.

"Lord Wang, how do you want to relax?" Ouyang Yin's eyes were immediately confused, and he exhaled like an orchid.

"Fill your stomach first."

Then, he picked up Ouyang Yin and walked to the bed.

A mourning hall was temporarily set up in the Zhao Palace, which was used to park the coffin of Nangong Qing and the filial piety of Nangong Society.

The young emperor is very polite, burning paper and incense in the mourning hall every day, eating and drinking all here, never leaving half a step.

Occasionally, when I think of Nangong Qing, I will really shed a few tears.

Ji Wujin, who accompanied him, was also very helpless.

Early the next morning, it was also two days before Nangong Banmeng's army returned to the city.

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