"It seems that the person Dongfang Yunlie wants to ambush and save is not ordinarily important."

Li Yunzhao narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

And Li Baiyan didn't think too much about it as much as Li Yunzhao, but on that seemingly casual smile, it was always a little unfathomable, intentionally or unintentionally.

He tugged at the corners of his lips slightly, as if agreeing with Li Yunzhao's statement.

At this time, Li Yunzhao suddenly retracted his contemplative eyes, his eyes fell on Li Baiyan's face that had nothing to do with him, and said with a smile: "Since these two monarchs and ministers are going to borrow from us, what does the sixth brother think, should we borrow Dongfang Yunlie or Nangong Xiao?" ”

The corners of Li Baiyan's eyes lifted slightly, and he didn't answer Li Yunzhao's question directly, but stood up from the chair, stretched lazily, and said casually: "Borrow both." ”

"Borrow both?"

"Hmm."

Li Baiyan smiled, and did not hide the evil spirit in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a bit of cynicism, "We don't need to care about the struggle between their monarchs and ministers, what is the use of them borrowing steps, we don't need to care, we just just watch from the side." ”

Li Baiyan's words made Li Yunzhao stunned for some confusion at first, and then, he finally understood what he meant, and a hearty smile appeared on his face, "You kid ......"

The Royal Mansion of the Council –

"It's been more than half a month, why hasn't Xinsu come back yet?"

In the Feiyun Pavilion, Dongfang Yunlie looked at Uncle Liu impatiently, and said in a low voice.

In the past few days, although he still looks calm and confident, he said that he would not let Feng Qinyu die, and he would definitely not let her die.

But now, Xin Su has not come back with Bufu after going for so long, and the solid self-confidence in his heart has gradually begun to waver.

"Lord Wang, the old slave has already sent someone to Nanjiang, there should be news in the next few days."

Of course, Uncle Liu knew how anxious Dongfang Yunlie was at this time.

Although the child was gone, the prince kept blaming Princess Fengyu for ruining his child, but he knew that in the prince's heart, he blamed himself the most.

If he hadn't asked Princess Fengyu to detoxify the Shangguan girl, how could the child ......

The prince didn't admit anything, but the self-blame and suffering he endured in his heart were far from being understood by others.

The gloomy look on Dongfang Yunlie's face did not diminish because of Uncle Liu's words, and his stiff brows tightened even tighter.

"Lord Wang, six hundred miles from Nanjiang Country is urgent."

At this moment, the anxious voice of the guard was suddenly remembered outside the door, and at the same time, the three words "Nanjiang Country" made Dongfang Yunlie, who had a dim expression, quickly flash a bright color in his eyes.

"Come in."

It sounded like a calm voice, mixed with some eagerness that others didn't notice.

The guard pushed the door and walked in, holding an urgent letter in his hand, and walked in front of Dongfang Yunlie.

Dongfang Yunlie stretched out his hand and quickly snatched the letter out of the envelope.

Quickly skimming the letter from top to bottom, the original solemn appearance on his face faded slightly, and even, from the bottom of his eyes, the housekeeper saw a little hopeful color, and the joy that he had never seen in Dongfang Yunlie's eyes during this time.

After reading the letter, Dongfang Yunlie put the letter aside, and his tightly locked brows stretched slightly.

"Lord Wang, is there any news from Xinsu?"