I didn't sleep much last night, waiting in the carriage at this time, Ling Wanwan was a little drowsy, she leaned on the soft pillow, let Chunying stare outside, and if she saw Murong Ye, wake her up immediately.

Chunying covered her with a blanket and got out of the carriage by herself and waited carefully beside the car.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and it was not until the afternoon that Chunying saw Murong Ye walking out of the criminal department slowly.

"Miss, the fourth prince is out."

Chunying shook Ling Wanwan awake.

She hurriedly got up, packed up her appearance, and got out of the carriage and walked towards Murong Ye.

"Fourth prince, Ling Wanwan asks to see you."

Ling Wanwan saluted in front of the carriage.

On a June day, the afternoon sun was still scorching, and Ling Wanwan stood outside for a moment, beads of sweat gradually oozing from her forehead.

"Come on."

Murong Ye lifted the curtain with a fan, and looked at her with phoenix eyes.

She entered the carriage with a dull pain in her head.

"You're here to intercede?"

Murong Ye didn't have to think much about it to know that she was here for Ling Jinxiao's business.

Ling Wanwan put the booklet on the table, and said with a slight glint in her eyes: "Jiedu envoy Qi Ran was originally an official in Bianzhou, and he was transferred to Shengjing not long ago. He is a small official, how dare he dare to sell illicit salt? The fourth prince is too conspicuous to announce his private affairs. ”

"It seems that it is not a plea, but a threat to this king."

Murong Ye held a fan in his hand and roamed her red cheeks. She had just been outside for a while, and beads of sweat were still on her forehead, as if there was some kind of temptation.

"Bianzhou is the prince's domain, isn't the prince afraid that the little girl will sue the emperor?" Ling Wanwan's eyes lifted slightly, and she looked at him fixedly.

Murong Ye curled the corners of his lips, and after a moment, his phoenix eyes showed anger.

He put away the fan suddenly, leaned over and clasped his hand on her shoulder and asked, "In what capacity is Miss Ling going to sue?" Is it as the concubine of the first emperor, or is it not married to this king, and I will sue because of love and hatred? ! ”

Murong Ye pressed the fan against her fair neck and slid it up and down, "No matter what kind of identity you are, you can't have the upper hand." ”

"If you were willing to marry this king obediently, you would not have been affected by your family today."

The fan surface slid gently, Ling Wanwan felt that her neck was very itchy, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Murong Ye's throat moved slightly, and he was about to lower his head, when someone suddenly came outside the car.

"Why is the carriage of the fourth prince still here? Dali Siqing and others are already waiting in the palace. ”

Hearing this familiar voice, Ling Wanwan, who was in her throat, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're in luck!"

Murong Ye let go of his hand violently.

Ling Wanwan quickly straightened her dress and got out of the carriage.

Murong Ye's carriage drove away in a hurry.

"Come up."

Zhao Huaiyi looked at her coldly.

Ling Wanwan's eyelids jumped suddenly, grabbed her dress, and finally turned her head and got into her carriage.

Pei Xiao, who was sitting on the wheel, didn't dare to look at his master's face, and stared at Ling Wanwan's figure with admiration.

Just as she was about to give her a thumbs up secretly, there was a pain in Pei Xiao's buttocks, and the person was kicked out of the carriage.

Zhao Huaiyi pulled up his robe and jumped out of the carriage.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Ling Wanwan finished talking to Chunying, she suddenly felt that the car was heavy, and this person had swaggered into her carriage.

"Get out."

He also did not forget to take the spring Ying.

Chunying was about to protect the lord when she was pulled away by Pei Xiao.

Zhao Huaiyi clasped her wrist, forced the person against the wall of the car, and bit her neck.

"Hmm-"

Ling Wanwan snorted in pain.

"Why do you call the shots again?"

He gasped and repeated what he had told her in the Changle Palace.

Ling Wanwan was angry, choked in his throat after being accused by him, and said angrily: "It's not all because of you, if you didn't design my eldest brother, why would he provoke the fourth prince?!" ”

Zhao Huaiyi was unmoved, and reminded her with a cold face: "If it weren't for me today, I'm afraid you would have lost yourself in his carriage." ”

Ling Wanwan bit her lip and stopped talking.

"If you don't want to commit to him, it's better to stay away from him."

Zhao Huaiyi warned her.

"What about my eldest brother?"

She looked up, tears in her eyes.

"To each man has a destiny."

Zhao Huaiyi dusted off his sleeves and stood up.

"Can you help him?"

She reached out and grabbed the corner of his robe.

The slender jade hand grasped the corner of the clothes, and the beauty had tears in her eyes.

Zhao Huaiyi frowned slightly, "This gentleman is not Guanyin Bodhisattva. ”

Then, her palms were empty.