No one helps, but wants Yongan to help.

If you were someone else, you would definitely think that Jiang Wujian was crazy.

Let's not talk about the outrageous extent of this matter, you can't say anything about Yong'an's identity alone!

Who is Wing On?

The first talented woman in the capital, both civil and military, is likely to be the next Emperor Dali, a generation of empresses!

Isn't it a joke to not help the future empress, but to let the future empress help in turn?

But this matter is put in front of Jiang Wujian and Yong'an, but it is another statement.

No one helps, which means that Jiang Wujian will not help Yongan to deal with the people of the Four Princes, and at the same time, he will not help the Four Princes to deal with the people of Yongan.

But from another point of view, this so-called "no one helps" actually helps both of them at the same time.

In this way, it makes sense to ask Yongan to do a small favor.

As for why you don't help Yongan directly, it's actually very simple.

We can't be sure of Emperor Dali's taste, who knows whether he prefers Yong'an or the Four Princes?

If the gang is wrong, won't it lead to death?

Anyway, now it is certain that Emperor Dali wants to balance the forces of Yong'an and the four princes, so not helping is the result that the emperor wants to see.

In this way, whether the ledger is used or not, and how to use it, is up to him alone.

If Yong'an suppresses the four princes one day, then he can use the ledger to weaken Yong'an's strength.

And vice versa.

The thoughtful Yongan didn't say anything, but asked directly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Grass People...... I want to help an Oiran redeem himself. ”

Yongan didn't show the slightest surprise, but his beautiful eyes flashed with a look of "sure enough".

"If it's an ordinary Oiran, it's fine, but she's a descendant of the demon clan, and it's not enough to rely on the documents of the Ministry of Rites."

"The grass people over there will find a way." Jiang Wujian said.

The corners of Yong'an's mouth raised slightly, and he asked, "What?" Do you want to take refuge in the Four Princes? ”

"If the grass people take refuge in the four princes, won't the documents of the Ministry of Rites be gone......"

"Huh."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Hearing this, Yong'an twitched.

I haven't promised yet, you're using force!

However, a mere Oiran was not worth her attention, so she didn't care about it, but reminded: "Even if you can get the official documents, you still can't redeem Yunshang in white clothes now." ”

"Hehe, let's talk about this, the road is always walked by people." Jiang Wujian said.

Yongan bowed slightly.

At this moment, a servant girl came briskly and whispered something in her ear.

In order to prevent Jiang Wujian from eavesdropping, Yongan also used her strength at the peak of the Three Realms to screen Jiang Wuji's divine sense.

Jiang Wuji: "......"

It's so angry!

So, Jiang Wujian silently looked at the back of the maid who was leaving quickly.

Skull fragments take effect.

Jiang Jieyuan is so handsome, just now he has been staring at me, is it possible...... Oops, can't think about it anymore!

？？？

What the heck?

I want to hear what you just said to Yong'an, not to hear your YY!

Gan ......

But I have to say that she is an active girl with a lot of vision!

"Let's have dinner here in the main palace tonight." Yongan said suddenly.

Jiang Wuji: "??? ”

Dinner at your place? What to eat, are you going to give me seafood?

"Your Highness, the four princes are ...... there"

"Brother Huang's side of the palace has already sent someone to help you refuse, you can stay and eat with peace of mind."

“……”

"What? Do you think it's not good to be here in Hongu? ”

"No, Your Highness has misunderstood the grass people...... It's just that grass people are a bit picky eaters. ”

"It's okay, just say whatever you want to eat."

"Let's seafood......

Jiang Wujian glanced at the heavy granary without a trace.

"It's even better to have milk."

Night falls.

The galaxy spans and is dazzling.

As Zhuge Ye said, the capital is blessed with the BUFF of the National Games, and even the night sky is more gorgeous than other places.

Full of wine and food, enjoy the flowers under the moon.

The curfew in the capital is extremely strict, so even the princes and nobles are not allowed to travel without permission after dark.

In other words, I want to spend the night here at the Yong'an Palace Lord tonight......

At this time, Jiang Wuji, who was lying in the pavilion, saw a row of plain-clothed palace maids walking through the corridor with small steps.

They are the same height, the same body shape, the same dress, and the paper lanterns in their hands are exactly the same, and even they look almost the same if you don't look carefully.

The palace maid at the head lowered her head slightly, her red lips were open, and her voice was as pleasant as a lark, which was not abrupt at all in this silent night.

"Cold wave, watch charcoal, second watch."

These palace maids are watchmen in the imperial city, but they are different from the watchmen outside.

They can't use gongs, because it might affect the sleeping of a certain royal family, so they use shouting.

This is a reminder of the hour, as well as what the eunuchs and palace maids should pay attention to and what they should do.

And the shouting must not be harsh.

The second watch, nine o'clock......

"Does it sound good?"

Yong'an's voice came from behind him.

At this time, she sat at the table, holding a book in her hand, reading by the bright moonlight.

"What?" Jiang Wujian asked.

"The palace maid is a monk who perceives Xiaocheng, and she has practiced music since she was a child, so her voice has a unique effect."

Yongan said while reading a book: "People in their sleep can't hear, but people who are awake will hear different voices according to different personalities and emotions. ”

I said why does it sound weird, don't you say I thought she stuffed something that could be controlled remotely...... Jiang Wujian secretly slandered.

The palace is the palace, and even the ones who fight are monks, and they have been cultivating how to become a voice broadcaster since childhood.

The voice can change depending on the personality and mood......

What kind of sound will you hear when swinging with such a sound?

You know, many times the voice is the best flavoring, and even being called out by force.

Jiang Wujian couldn't help but shudder.

What am I thinking?

Outrageous.

Seeing that Jiang Wujian did not react, Yongan closed the scroll, his hands on his snow-white chin, and the burden rested lightly on the table.

At this time, Yong'an seemed to be gentler than the moonlight, but the voice was colder than the moonlight.

"I heard that Jiang Jieyuan's poetry is unique."

"Can you compose a poem for the beautiful scenery tonight?"