"It won't be easy anyway, that old man Ouyang Xiangtian is not so easy to deal with." Ling Zhongzheng snorted coldly, when he talked about Ouyang Xiangtian, his eyes were full of disdain. Ouyang Xiangtian was a chess piece that was abandoned by him back then. Back then, he wanted to use Ouyang Xiangtian to deal with the old man Tianji, but later he was abandoned because of his poor character. Growing up to such a point, how does this convince him
"Master, I always feel that you are very hostile to Ouyang Xiangtian." On the way, every time she mentioned the name Ouyang Xiangtian, Ling Zhongzheng always dismissed it, and sometimes got angry. There are various signs that these two Personally, it is not only the relationship between the predecessors and seniors in the rivers and lakes, but she really can't think of where the connection between them is.
"It's just an abandoned son." Ling Zhong walked out of the main hall with both hands and hands.
"Abandoned son?" Leng Yetong was stunned for a moment, recalling Ling Zhongzheng's words in his heart, then as if he understood something, he smiled and said, "Haha, this is much more interesting than I thought."
"After so many days on the road, I must be tired. Let's go to rest first, and go to Liaocheng with Gu tomorrow." The prince closed his eyes a little tired, raised his hand and rubbed his tumbling head, and said lightly.
"Well, this letter describes the specific situation in the capital, including the details. Because it is inconvenient for the prince to go directly to the East Palace, Chu Feng and the others have always taken over the affairs of the East Palace in secret, and the information is relatively detailed. Your Highness himself Let's take a good look." Leng Yetong handed the letter in his hand to the prince, said lightly, looked back at Duan Ying and Xiyue, and said, "It's all gone, be careful these days, don't give it to others Grab the handle."
"Yes, son." The two responded in unison. She raised her eyes to look at the prince and the princess, raised her feet thoughtfully, and left the main hall. Liaocheng is doomed to not be peaceful.
The capital, Jinnan Wangfu, in the study...
Sandalwood is curling, the study is filled with a faint scent of books, and the memorials are piled up like mountains on the desk, neatly arranged in accordance with the classification. The man in front of the desk held a cinnabar pen in his hand, looked at the words on the memorial one by one, thought quietly, and then wrote down his own annotations.
He raised his head, looked at the window, paused slightly, and a drop of red ink dripped from the cinnabar pen in his hand, dizzy like a coquettish plum blossom on the open memorial. He frowned lightly, glanced roughly at the words on the memorial, wrote down his comments hastily, and then went to open the next memorial.
After a long time, the memorial has gradually come to an end. I shook my aching neck, let out a light sigh of relief, put down the cinnabar pen in my hand, got up, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and the sky was full of sky. What are you doing now? Did you have a good meal? Did you sleep well? Is there any danger? And... Did you miss him? He smiled softly, like the rising sun in winter, when did it become so long-winded? She said that she would be fine, and there was still a shadow beside her.
"My lord, the news about the East Palace from Chu Feng." Lin Feng gently knocked on the door of the study, opened the door carefully, walked in, handed the letter in his hand to Baili Liumo, and stood aside , waiting for his next command.