"Lord Wang, this is the Assassin's message." In the study, Zangsong handed over a booklet.

Nan Chao opened his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were deep and difficult to distinguish, "What a Wei Yuan Emperor." The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of coldness.

Thinking of his sister lying there dying, the hatred in his chest surged endlessly, the battle between Yongwangfu and today's son, there can only be one winner, and he can't lose.

"Did you find the Taoist priest you were looking for?" Nanchao asked in a calm tone.

But the more calm he was, the more Zang Song understood in his heart that the prince was really angry.

"I've found it." Kuramatsu carefully returned.

"Make good arrangements, and make sure that this son of heaven has complete trust in him." Nanchao's eyes were deep.

"By the way," he remembered, "in a few days the princess and the princess will go to the banquet, and let people protect them in secret, and there is no second time for what happened last time." ”

"My subordinates understand."

In Qinyan Courtyard, Nanyan fiddled with the rice paper under his fingers, and then slowly wrote down a name, "Make music." ”

She muttered to herself, and then put down the brush, Langle is the Oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, with a beautiful face, many children of the family are her ministers under her skirt, and she is also the daughter of the first prime minister.

The new emperor just ascended the throne, in order to seize power, and now the prime minister, Li Qiongguang, the secretary of the criminal department of the year, framed the prime minister for treason, and finally beheaded the whole house.

As for Funle, he was rescued by the students of the former prime minister, but unfortunately the new emperor and Li Chengxiang were eyeing each other, and what they could do was limited.

In the end, Langle fell into the dust, but he also had a tenacity, and he planned step by step with his own means to get to this point.

Nanyan knew her purpose, and if she was a usable person, it would be a help.

"County Lord, the prince is here." Miaoshu bowed his head and spoke respectfully.

Nanyan pulled back to his thoughts, "I'll come now." ”

She walked out, and saw Nan Chao sitting in her seat, sipping tea, and her tone was unhurried, "Why did my brother come over today." She sat upright beside Nanchao.

Nanchao put down the teacup, "The wound is still itchy." ”

Nan Yan took Miaoqi to make tea, "It's not itchy, my brother's ointment is extremely easy to use." ”

She saw that Nanchao had something to say, so she motioned for a few little girls to go out, so she asked curiously, "Brother, is there something wrong?" ”

Nanchao nodded, "Brother Wei has already arranged it." ”

Nanyan saw that after he finished speaking, he was silent, puzzled for a while, and then saw that his expression was unnatural and suddenly realized, "Even so, my sister also has a person, I don't know if my brother can investigate it and see if it is available." ”

Nanchao's ears turned red, thinking that it felt really good to discuss things as a family.

Nan Yan carefully said the matter of making fun, and Nan Chao's expression gradually became solemn, "If it is true, with her help, I am afraid that this matter will be more certain." ”

Nanchao got up, "In this way, I won't stay long for my brother." ”

Nanyan got up to see him off, "Brother, don't forget to inform your sister-in-law." ”

Nanchao nodded seriously and strode away.

Nan Yan shook her head, she knew the character of the Southern Dynasty, she was deep and introverted to the outside, but she was soft to her family, otherwise she would not have failed because of Nan Yan's death and the backstab of the princess.

The lake is rippling, the willows are shining, and a small boat is slowly swaying in the middle of the lake.

Although the boat is not big, it is carved and painted, and the wind brings up the azure curtain, like a pool of clear water, soft and affectionate.

In the boat, a woman wearing a long skirt of Hunan concubine sat against the window, her eyebrows were not dotted, her lips were not dyed but vernal, and a tear mole in the corner of her eye added to her charm and affection.

The reclining posture, soft and slender, the person who only looks at it wants to take care of people in his heart, and does not let her suffer the slightest pain.

The two little maidens stood on the brown and yellow plank, and people knew at a glance that the cruise ship was the Oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

An Oiran, but he is famous everywhere in Shengjing, women are jealous and hateful, and men are infatuated.

The boat walked away until it was completely out of sight, and many men sighed to themselves, full of obsession and longing to follow.

As soon as Langle returned to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, the old bustard hurriedly came, "Oh, little ancestor, you are back." ”

Lang Le raised his eyes, "Why are you so alarmed?" Her voice was like a jewel, charming and crisp.

The old bustard is a bustard's mother, and the heart that listens to it is so soft, "I can tell you, the people who came this time can't be easily fooled." ”

Lang Le raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh? ”

The little girls fell behind in a playful way, and Lane Le gently flicked the cuffs, "But let's talk about which one." ”

The bustard's mother lowered her voice, "It's Prince Yong." ”

Lane Le's eyes revealed a bit of coldness and mockery, "That's it." "I wonder if the princess in the palace will be the same as those women.

In the Accord, Nan Chao stood by the window with his hands behind his back and looked at the scenery on the bridge, but his thoughts were a little far away.

There was no need for him to hide his identity from Baihua Pavilion, and he could guess that this Qinglou had long been controlled by Rongle.

The door opened, and Lang Le looked at the back standing at the window, and smiled slightly, "Prince Yong's arrival surprised the slave family." ”

The voice was charming, like a feather scratching people's hearts, but it was useless to the Southern Dynasty, he turned around, and there was no expression on his handsome face, "This king has a business to do with the girl who is making music." ”

The smile on the corner of Rongle's mouth was retracted, the look on her face faded little by little, she slowly squinted her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, seeing that his eyes were clear, and she looked at her as if she were looking at a stone.

Gradually, a sense of oppression struck, that was the momentum that the Southern Dynasty exercised from the battlefield, and for a moment, Lane Le seemed to see the bloody wind and rain coming towards her.

She realized that the Nan Dynasty in front of her was not any man she had ever seen, she was Prince Yong, the real killing god who walked on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

"I don't know if Miss Fun can talk about it." Nanchao spoke slowly.

Coming out of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, there was a rare silence in the Southern Dynasty, and the meaning in the words was very clear, she didn't want to participate in it.

When Nanchao saw her, he remembered that the adult who died unjustly in prison, an honest and honest person, died so hastily and without dignity.

He actually saw the hatred in Langle's eyes, and he was rarely silent, not just because he didn't want to use someone else's dead father to help her and induce her to agree.

Although the Southern Dynasty did not compromise its means in the face of the enemy, he always had a respect for the real people with the backbone.

The night was dark, Ruan Nong came with a lantern and a maid, and Zang Song, who was guarding outside the door, saw a quick spirit, "My subordinates have seen the princess." ”

Ruan Nong nodded, with some worry in his eyes, "The prince has not eaten today, you bring the food in for me, and tell the prince to take care of himself when he is busy." ”

The red sleeves on the side handed over a food box, and Zang Song hurriedly took it. "Won't the princess go in?"

Ruan Nong shook his head, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "No, the prince is probably busy, and it won't be good if I go and disturb the prince." ”

Zang Song sighed, and just as he was about to go in, he heard Ruan Nong continue to speak, "Wait, add incense." ”

Tian Xiang was busy and also carried a food box in her hand, but it was not as delicate as the first one.

Zang Song still thought that the princess seemed to be really worried that the prince would not have enough to eat, so he heard Ruan Nong say, "This is for you." ”