Based on Tian Yilou's ability, his coming to Ninghe Lane today will definitely not escape their ears and eyes. Then, they will definitely know that Yuan Qiu is Yuan Qin.
So what he has to do now is to prevent this matter from reaching Prince Liang's palace, at least before he rescues Yuan Qiu, Prince Liang cannot know about it.
The homing pigeon flew into Prince Liang's Mansion and landed outside an inconspicuous bungalow.
A delicate white hand reached out from the inner window, gently caught the pigeon, took off the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's foot, and pulled out a small paper roll from the bamboo tube.
The small scroll of paper was unfolded, with only a few words written on it.
The small note was lit on the oil lamp and turned into ashes in an instant.
Those are a pair of delicate white and beautiful hands, especially the elegant posture when holding the pen holder, which can make people forget to breathe in an instant.
The elegant and elegant small characters fell on the piece of paper, and were quickly stuffed into a bamboo tube. Carried by carrier pigeons, they flew out of Prince Liang's Mansion and flew to Prince Jing's Mansion, which was eight streets away.
"Your Majesty, there is a reply from Prince Liang's Mansion." Xing Ying held the bamboo tube and rushed into Zhu Yan's study.
Zhu Yan quickly walked out of the desk and met Xing Ying. He picked up the bamboo tube handed by Xing Ying and carefully took out the small paper roll inside. Even the mood he felt when he stole the enemy's intelligence on the battlefield did not change. So nervous right now.
The small piece of paper was pushed away, and it was also just a few words from Liao Liao, but it made him relax most of his frowning brows.
"Everything is fine, and I will do my best to protect you."
Zhu Yan crumbled the piece of paper, turned to Xing Ying and said, "Please make arrangements for me to go to Prince Liang's Mansion tomorrow."
Xing Ying retreated, and Zhu Yan was the only one left in the brightly lit study. He returned to the desk and looked at the painting to be completed on the desk. There were not many colors on the painting paper, and he only used light ink to outline it. The girl stood in front of the house, facing the wind and looking at the carriage in the distance. The wind blew up her skirt and shook her black hair. There seemed to be thousands of things in her eyes that were shining like stars. A trace of reluctance.
Prince Liang's Mansion
The butler hurriedly came to report: "Your Majesty, Prince Jing is here and is waiting in Ruitang."
When Zhu Sheng, who was sitting on the head of the bed, heard this, he immediately sat up and asked anxiously: "What is he doing here?"
The housekeeper replied: "Prince Jing said that he heard that your son was ill, and he came to visit him."
The princess on the side looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, I think it's better not to see him."
Zhu Sheng shook his head, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, why not? Bring him here, just say that it is not convenient for me to see him, and invite him to come to Kuiyuan."
The housekeeper should have left, but the princess looked puzzled: "My lord, what have you seen him do when you look like this now? Maybe he is just here to see a joke."
Zhu Sheng sneered: "What do you, a woman, know? Zhu Yan has always been arrogant and arrogant. He never takes this king as his brother seriously, and he will not laugh at anyone's jokes. Of course, It’s impossible that he really came to visit me. He must have other purposes for coming today. I can’t see him now. When he comes, you can observe him carefully for me.”
The princess curled her lips, showing displeasure, but her words remained respectful: "I understand."
Zhu Sheng knew in his heart that Zhu Yan must have been ambushed in Luoying Valley last time. It was impossible for Zhu Yan not to know the truth. It was a pity that all one hundred elites died. He had no idea what happened in Luoying Valley.
After a while, King Jing blew into King Liang's Kuiyuan residence like a gust of wind. As soon as he stepped through the door, he said with a smile: "Fourth brother, I'm late, I hope you can forgive me."