Wearing a secret agent with many tricks, the cold and proud prince flirts easily

Lin Yunxi watched her son order his favorite dishes, and she went to the kitchen of Ambergris Palace.

Abbot Mingde and Tianmo retreated to their respective temples to rest.

Murong Hao accompanied his son in the palace to guard his son.

"Ze'er, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Murong Hao held his son's little hand and asked him gently.

"Thank you for your concern, father. Ze'er doesn't feel anything wrong with her body now. Father, can you tell Ze'er what happened?"

Murong Ze looked expectant. He wanted to know why an abbot came to his palace.

Murong Hao thought for a moment and nodded.

"Ze'er may encounter many situations like this in the future. Father, just tell Ze'er."

Murong Hao told everything about Zeer's sudden pain in his stomach yesterday that made him unconscious, how someone came to ask for his soul at night, and how Abbot Mingde rescued him.

"Someone wants to harm Ze'er, why?" Murong Ze looked at his father in disbelief.

He has always been kind to others and has never had any intention of harming others. He never thought that one day someone would try to kill him.

"Ze'er, remember, as the prince of the royal family, you will never be able to escape from someone trying to harm you in this life, just because our royal family has supreme rights. Wherever there is power, there will be competition, power seeking and even assassination.

My father is telling you this to let you understand that you must learn to protect yourself in the future. Your life is not only your own, but also that of your father and mother. You don’t know how worried your mother is about you if something happens to you this time. Her eyes are filled with tears. Swelled from crying. "

Murong Hao looked at the smart son in front of him seriously. He hoped that his son would not only learn to read and be sensible, but also learn how to protect himself.

"Father, Ze'er understood, which frightened the father and the queen."

Murong Ze nodded. He had read a lot of books and he could understand that although he, as a royal, had no worries about food and clothing, he would encounter various difficulties that other ordinary people would not encounter in this life.

"As long as you understand, Ze'er can tell Father, who gave you the reminder on your right arm?"

Murong Hao asked with a serious face as he wanted to find out who was behind the murder of his son.

"Ze'er doesn't know how that thing was placed on Ze'er's desk. Ze'er remembers that after the first class, Tianmo invited Ze'er to Gong's room, but Ze'er didn't go.

After Tianmo left, I found a small note on my desk. It said that as long as you put this small sticker on your right arm, you can see things that others cannot see.

Ze'er didn't believe it, but then I thought about not sticking it on, letting the explanation on the note be self-defeating, so I stuck it on myself. Not long after I posted it, I felt a terrible pain in my stomach. I don't remember it. "

Ze'er was still frightened when he recalled the little sticker yesterday. He didn't expect that small sticker could make him sick.

"Ze'er, don't be curious if you encounter something like this in the future, you know?"

When Murong Hao heard this, he broke into a cold sweat. The mastermind behind the scenes would really take advantage of the child's curiosity to do evil.

"Father, don't worry, Ze'er will be even more careful to protect himself in the future." Murong Ze nodded, understanding what his father meant after this incident.

"Does Ze'er still have the note?" Murong Hao continued to ask.

"It should be in Ze'er's school bag. Ze'er remembered that it was tucked into the book "Classics and History"." Murong Ze pointed to the school bag on his desk.

Murong Hao quickly took out the book "Classics and History" from his schoolbag and rummaged for the note.

After flipping through a few pages, I found the note in the book "Classics and History" that my son mentioned.

Murong Hao picked up the font and looked at it carefully. The content was the same as what his son described, except that the handwriting looked like a child's handwriting, weak and crooked.

"Ze'er, can you recognize this handwriting?" Murong Hao asked.

"Back to my father, Ze'er doesn't understand. My classmates in the same classroom as Ze'er all have good handwriting. I've never seen such sloppy handwriting."

Murong Ze also looked down upon such handwriting, and for some reason at that time, he followed the instructions on the note and followed the instructions on the note to affix the reminder.

"Cavalry." Murong Hao called for the cavalry.

"Your Majesty." The cavalryman entered the door and saluted.

"Take this note and check it secretly to see which child's handwriting it is?" Murong Hao handed the note to the cavalry and ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The cavalry retreated.

The father and son chatted in the palace for a while, and then Lin Yunxi asked his servants to bring delicious food into the palace.

"Ze'er, you haven't eaten all day and night. Your father and mother are with you." Lin Yunxi saw that his son was fine, and the huge stone in his heart truly dropped.

Murong Ze looked at the delicious food on the table, and his stomach suddenly growled.

"Ze'er hasn't tasted mother's cooking for a long time."

In Murong Ze's heart, his mother's craftsmanship is the best in the world, but his mother is usually busy and has no time to cook for him every day. He can understand her mother's hard work.

The family ate their meal and talked about their plans for tonight.

In a remote house on the outskirts of Beijing, a man in a silver mask looked at the old Taoist priest in front of the altar in the courtyard and asked:

"How? Did you take away the soul of the eldest prince?"

The voice of the man in the silver mask was low and cold, like an ice pick that was about to melt in winter, and could pierce the heart.

"Master, those souls encountered resistance yesterday and failed to succeed. I will let them pass today." The old Taoist priest waved the fly whisk in his hand and said respectfully.

"Resistance? Didn't you say it would be foolproof, but would it still fail?" the man in the silver mask said coldly.

"They said that the emperor and the empress are guarding the eldest prince, and there is an invisible force on the emperor and empress that prevents them from entering the palace. Pindao asked them to bring some magical weapons tonight, and there should be no further problems." The old Taoist priest bowed and nodded. road.

"Invisible power? Aren't they mortals? Why do they have any power? Do they also know magic?" The voice of the man in the silver mask was as cold as the cold wind in the polar regions.

"I don't know, maybe it's due to the dragon energy in the emperor. I can deal with it myself."

The old Taoist priest has seen a lot of things in the world. He was questioned by these cold words and was still calmed down by the aura of the person in front of him.

"Dragon Qi? Does Murong Hao have dragon Qi? It's really interesting." The silver mask sneered while playing with the ring on his hand.

"There should be, after all, the emperor is the emperor." The old Taoist priest said warmly.

"Emperor? You must succeed tonight. If you fail again, you know the consequences." The man in the silver mask stared at the old Taoist priest coldly, his voice filled with solemnity.

"I understand." The old Taoist priest trembled and bowed his head to accept the order.

The man in the silver mask returned to his house, and a masked man in black came to report.

"Master, Tie Ying Fei Ge sent a letter saying that he can enter Beijing tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? It seems that things in Dongtan City have been settled. Have you received any other news from Dongtan City?" the man in the silver mask asked.

"Back to Master, it's strange to say that the people we installed in Dongtan City didn't send back any news this time. I wonder if Tie Ying blocked the news." The masked man in black said respectfully.

"Tie Ying is always cautious when doing things. I will ask him about the situation in Dongtan City when he comes back tomorrow. Please step back."

The man in the silver mask waved his hand and asked his men to retreat. He seemed to be thinking about something.