Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 654
As soon as the news came out, the court was shocked.

Lan Ling hadn't been enthroned for long, her foundation was not stable, and there were not a few people who had different intentions. Seeing that Lan Ling was not good, they all looked for a new family.

In a few days, the threshold of Prince An's Mansion was almost broken.

They thought they were hiding it, but Jin Yiwei saw it, and reported it to Lan Ling when they turned around.

"Your Majesty, are we going to take action?" Commander Jin Yiwei wiped his neck.

Lan Ling shook her head: "Don't worry, let's take care of it."

Only when they are fattened can they be slaughtered.

"How about Shuang'er? Has anyone tripped her recently?"

Lan Ling picked up the teacup and took a sip, the commander smiled: "Prince Rong said that he will not be sick, and he is studying and renovating the house in the mansion."

"Oh?" Lan Ling was surprised: "What kind of house to decorate?"

The commander brought a pen and paper to draw for Lan Ling, "Prince Rong wants to build a bath in the mansion, make a swing, and renovate the main house. The place where the son was raised in the backyard was also planned to be demolished by the prince. It is planned to make a big garden and build a building for picking stars."

Lan Ling looked at it for a while, and sighed, "What is love in the world? It's rare, rare to be able to turn a prodigal girl back."

After thinking about it for a while, Lan Ling felt that the prodigal girl couldn't turn back in vain, and she had to support her, so she asked Jin Yiwei to secretly send a stack of bank notes. Other things were too eye-catching, so put the bank notes in her sleeve pocket for safety.

When Jin Yiwei went, Lan Shuang was trying on the swing, she sat on it and weighed it, and after making sure it was strong enough, she started playing.

"My lord, Mr. Zhao from Jinyiwei is here."

Meng Yu led people in, and Lan Shuang looked up, "Why are you here? Do you have any orders from Miss Huang?"

Mr. Zhao saluted respectfully, took out the bank note from his sleeve pocket and offered it with both hands, "I am humbled by His Majesty's order to give it to the prince..." He paused and said, "Give money."

This is too straightforward, Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment, she stared blankly at the stack of papers, which was as thick as a human palm, how much would it cost?
"Your Majesty is very pleased to hear that the prince's prodigal daughter has returned. Let the prince continue to work hard and live a good life with Zhengjun."

Lan Shuang: "..."

"Thank you for my king." Lan Shuang accepted the money calmly, don't give it for nothing, and Lan Ling is not stupid. If the treasury is empty, she will definitely not give her so much. If it can show that she is still rich, then She is not polite.

After receiving the money, Lan Shuang handed it directly to Meng Yu, "I'll give the artisans extra meals today."

Meng Yu was overjoyed: "Thank you, my lord!"

Lan Shuang glanced at Mr. Zhao, smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, this is His Majesty's money."

"Yes, yes, my subordinates thank His Majesty for the reward!"

Master Zhao nodded in satisfaction, cupped his hands to Lan Shuang and said, "Your Majesty also said that the plan will come to fruition within a month, so let the prince be patient for a while longer."

"Got it, let's go."

Lan Shuang gave Meng Yu a look, and Meng Yu immediately went to see him off.

Tapping her toes lightly, the swing swayed, Lan Shuang's skirt fluttered in the wind, and her mood lightened up.

888: "The resentment value of the original owner has been reduced by [-], leaving [-]. Congratulations to the host."

"The prodigal girl won't change her money if she turns around." Lan Shuang smiled.

Lan Ling believed in her change. For the original owner, this is a kind of progress, right?

……

Another half month passed in a flash, and the gloomy clouds and mist in Kyoto made people breathless.

Lan Ling hadn't been to the court for half a month, the imperial doctor was frowning all day long, and the lights in the imperial hospital were always at one o'clock all night.

At first, Lan Shuang stayed in her own mansion, but later she simply moved into the palace to take care of Lan Ling.

Seeing these changes in the eyes of outsiders, it became more and more felt that Lan Ling was going to die.

It is day, heavy rain.

The corner door of King An's Mansion opened, and a man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat hurried in, followed the boy into King An's study.

An Wang was standing behind the table and writing with a pen, writing quickly, with a hint of murderous intent.

After the last stroke was made, she raised her head and looked over, her face was still full of viciousness that hadn't had time to restrain herself.

The visitor hurriedly bowed his head and knelt down to salute, "This subordinate has seen the prince."

"how?"

The visitor raised his head and looked at Wang An with an excited tone, "I heard from the eyeliner of the Imperial Hospital that they have started researching the medicine for tigers and wolves in the past few days, and they plan to try a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Lan Ling's life is not long!"

Wang An's face paled slightly, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true. People in the palace said that Lan Ling's bedroom was surrounded by Jin Yiwei and the imperial army. Only King Rong and the imperial doctor came in and out all day long. Our eyeliner said that we saw King Rong crying secretly in a corner yesterday. Woolen cloth."

This time King An believed it completely, and laughed loudly, "That trash King Rong can't hide things, knowing that Lan Ling is going to die, and his backer is gone, why don't you cry in advance?"

She rubbed the emerald finger on her thumb, narrowed her eyes, ambition and greed flashed across her eyes.

"My lord, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Right now, the guards of the capital and the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army have joined us. We have soldiers in hand. Taking advantage of Lan Ling's failure, we can take down the palace and regain the throne!"

The subordinate knelt on the ground with burning eyes, "My lord, it's not too late! If you wait any longer, there's no guarantee that other lords won't have any unreasonable thoughts."

These words hit Wang An's lungs, Wang An slowly tightened his hands, slammed his fists on the table, and made up his mind, "Go and call everyone over—"

"Yes!" The subordinate got up and hurried away, and disappeared in the boundless rain in an instant.

……

Lan Shuang stood in front of the window, and the damp water vapor rushed towards her face. She blinked lightly and stretched out her hand. After a while, the palm of her hand was wet by the blowing rain.

Meng Yu watched beside her and sighed, "The rain is too heavy."

"It's better to be bigger." Lan Shuang smiled slightly, and with a flip of her wrist, all the water she had saved up was spilled.

Meng Yu was puzzled: "Why did the prince say such a thing?"

Lan Shuang withdrew her hand, and Sipa slowly wiped her fingers. She turned her head to look at Meng Yu, and said pointedly: "Only heavy rain can wash away the filth."

Hurrying footsteps came from behind, Lan Shuang turned her head to see that it was Cui Jing.

Although Lan Ling had warned him, Cui Jing still felt a little complicated when he saw Lan Shuang.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is ready. She asked you to wait in the side hall. It is safer there."

Lan Shuang glanced past her and glanced into the hall, and Lan Ling nodded at her through the hazy gauze curtain.

Lan Shuang nodded: "Okay."

She took Meng Yu to the side hall and began to wait quietly.

Half an hour later, there was a rush of footsteps amidst the sound of rain, followed by the collision of weapons.

Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes slightly, put down the teacup with a smile, "Here we come."

King An led his men to rush in from the heavy rain, and blood flowed all over the place where they passed, and was washed away by the heavy rain again.

The Jinyiwei and Yulin Army guarding outside the sleeping hall soon fell into a disadvantage. King An became red-eyed and strode into the sleeping hall with his knife in hand.

The gauze curtain in the hall hangs low, and the fragrance is wafting, but it can't hide the bitter taste of the medicine.

Smelling this smell, Wang An raised his lips proudly, "Lan Ling, your poor life is quite tough."

(End of this chapter)