Chapter 143: The Funeral (1)

A few days passed, and Youruo put on the funeral clothes issued by the palace to the mansion, pinned small white flowers to her ears, and finally put on a mask and walked out of the room.

Zhai Xiying didn't come back last night, and when he arrived at the gate of the palace, he saw the arrogant black shadow.

Youruo shouted at his figure, "Lord Wang, look at it today, the prince's clothes are like going to mourn every day!" ”

Zhai Xiying turned his head and threw a cold look, remained silent, and got into the carriage.

When Yuruo and Gu Yau wanted to jump up, Xing moved a small step at her feet.

With a hook of red lips, she stepped on the small steps and jumped into the carriage with satisfaction.

Looking back at the star, "Thank you~ Star hero!" ”。 I didn't expect that the star protector of the Hades Hall would be able to summon her one day.

Youruo entered the carriage, and Zhai Xiying immediately warned: "When you arrive at the palace or the funeral site, you can't leave this king half a step!" ”

Yu Ruo smiled: "Lord, the whole concubine will stick to you!" ”

Zhai Xiying glared at Youruo fiercely, and said lightly: "It's not serious!" ”

If you don't care, today is the prince's funeral, so she will not be sad because of the death of an unrelated person.

"It has been confirmed that Miao Curse is in the Prime Minister's Mansion." Zhai Xiying's brows furrowed slightly.

Youruo nodded indifferently, thought for a long time, and said, "You said that this Lu Batian is under the orders of Miao Mantra?" Or did you buy the Miao curse man? ”

Lu Youruo's question, Zhai Xiying, who asked it, also had a big stone hanging in his heart. Seeing Youruo dressed in white, his heart moved and he pulled her into his arms.

"What for?" Youruo was inexplicably ripped up.

Zhai Xiying hooked Youruo's collar, "This king has found that you are really suitable for white clothes!" ”

"What? The prince and the concubine hooked up together, becoming black and white, the prince is happy? ”

Looking at the bodies of the two people sticking together, black and white, it seemed to become a gossip array.

"Lu Youruo, you can do it with this mouth!" Zhai Xiying squinted at the red lips of Youruo.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she didn't intend to pay attention to Zhai Xiying.

Zhai Xiying then warned, "Since there are Miao curse people following Lu Batian, at the funeral scene, you have to keep an eye on the people around him carefully!" "Maybe Lu Batian really has the courage to bring out the Miao curse people!

Youruo nodded and asked, "How many Miao curse people are there?" ”

"One, can you handle it?"

Youruo secretly pondered in her heart and asked, "Do you want to kill him?" ”

Zhai Xiying shook his head, "I still need to use him to lure out behind the scenes!" ”

Those who can go to the Prime Minister's Office to serve as staff must not be big shots. Since it's just a small role, of course, you have to give full play to the power of cannon fodder.

"Zhai Xiying, what happened, we can guess that Lu Batian did it, do you think he really wants to rebel?"

You Ruo doesn't understand, a civil official, what kind of rebellion? The identity of the prime minister is already above 10,000 people under one person, and this Lu Batian is still not interested?

Zhai Xiying stared at Youruo and sneered: "Lu Batian's plan has been planned for a long time!" ”

Youruo listened to Zhai Xiying's words, and asked in a daze: "Isn't it Lu Batian secretly recruiting troops?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Zhai Xiying pronounced through her nose.

As if thinking of something, he patted Zhai Xiying's chest, "Zhai Xiying, have you found out the officials who rebelled with Lu Batian?" ”

Zhai Xiying's pale thin lips arced, and she picked up her chin, "Your brain is still good!" ”

Youruo pointed to his heart and threatened: "Say, who else?" "You Ruo doesn't know anything about the court officials, but he can vaguely guess a shadow.

"Wu Mansion!" Zhai Xiying spit out two words from his mouth.

Yu Ruo was shocked, "Is it Aunt Wu's maiden family?" ”

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