Ning Qizhan took a sip of tea, the fragrance was slightly astringent, and it was sweet in his throat, suppressing the cough that was about to reach the tip of his tongue.

He put down the teacup and said with a clean face: "I have asked people to check, you are safe and sound, they will definitely not give up, and sooner or later they will do it, not afraid that they will not show their hands and feet." ”

Ning Yuchu hummed and said: "Brother Prince, if you don't have enough manpower, I will lend Feiyun General to you, whether it is guarding, reconnaissance, intelligence gathering or assassination, they are all good hands, very easy to use." ”

If Feiyun knew that he would lend them out so casually, he would be sure that he would be cool and cool.

Ning Qizhan politely refused: "No matter how many people you give me, I am also lacking in skills, and don't think that you can be idle when you return to Beijing, and you can be a free son with both hands, the situation is urgent, all parties are eyeing each other, and the test for us has just begun." ”

Ning Yuchu immediately patted his chest and stood up: "What is this thing that the prince brother said, as long as you and the imperial grandfather need it, I, Ning Yuchu, will go to the soup and fight the fire, and I will not give up!" ”

Ning Qizhan's brown eyes rippled slightly, and he said movingly: "Then in the future, our brothers will work together to protect the land of Jokhang and protect the people of Limin." ”

Ning Yuchu stretched out his palm: "A word is a certainty." ”

Ning Qizhan shook hands with him: "A word is a certainty!" ”

After reluctantly, Ning Qizhan said with a smile: "You just returned to the palace, and you want to come to the palace for a long time, go down to rest first, our brothers are not in a hurry to catch up at this time." ”

Reuniting with his loved ones, Ning Yuchu was full of excitement, tired or not, but seeing the mountain of folds piled up by the prince's brother, he must have stayed any longer, and he had to be busy until late at night, so he responded to the situation.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, you arrange an identity for the master." ”

When Ning Qizhan saw his cunning appearance, he knew that he was fighting ghost ideas again, but the prince who favored his brother asked very cooperatively, "What identity do you want?" ”

Inside the Jiahua Palace.

"You said, the prince took Ning Yuchu back to the palace?" The woman wearing a carmine-dotted red gold thread placket palace dress looked furious.

The little eunuch didn't dare to look at her directly, and said in a trembling voice: "Hui Xianrong Niangniang, this news was learned by the palace people who were waiting in the Shun'en Hall when they heard His Highness talking to Commander Tang, it should be true." ”

The virtuous lady in the mouth of the little eunuch is Ning Qizhan's mother, the former crown princess Qi Yan.

Because Ning Qizhan was named the crown prince, so she could no longer occupy the position of the crown princess, Emperor Zhaoyang gave her the title of virtuous and still lived in Jiahua Palace.

Time never defeats beauty.

Three years have passed, and the years have not left traces on her face, but as if she is not satisfied with the increase in age, Qi Yan's makeup has become more and more exaggerated and delicate, but her natural beauty has been suppressed, with a bit of deliberateness and stiffness.

At this time, she was still immersed in the shock of Ning Yuchu's return.

"Why is Zhan'er so confused? Can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch? Bengong doesn't blame him for not cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, but he can't put people without heart and lungs? Does he have this throne in his eyes? ”

Mama Sun spoke for the prince and said: "Niangniang, you don't know that His Royal Highness is kind-hearted and affectionate. ”

"You're right, it must be the trick of that little brute!" As soon as she talked about Ning Yuchu, Qi Yan's face was distorted, she grabbed the teacup in her hand and threw it on the ground, and said angrily: "This palace must not let him be proud, this time he must be cut to the roots." ”