Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Lan Ziqing sat in the hall of the Wei Mansion for a while, and after drinking a cup of fragrant tea, she saw Wei Lijue approaching with heavy steps, her beautiful face was as cold as water, and her expression was extremely ugly.

Seeing his appearance, Lan Ziqing was really surprised.

Standing up and cupping his hands, he said, "His Royal Highness."

Wei Lijue stood still in front of Lan Ziqing, his white clothes were as cold as snow, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Preach the order of the orphan to withdraw all the assassins in the prince's mansion."

There was a bit of fatigue in the cold voice.

Lan Ziqing twitched her eyebrows, looked at the white-clothed and black-haired man in front of her, and said in a low voice with uncertainty: "Your Highness means to give up the assassination... Suyu, Crown Prince of Yang Kingdom?"

"good."

The voice from above was undeniably firm.

Lan Ziqing frowned, feeling a deep sense of perplexity in her heart.

His Royal Highness suddenly ordered to withdraw the assassins, what happened?

Although Wei Lijue didn't know what Wei Lijue's intentions were, but Lan Ziqing, as a counselor of Li Palace, should persuade him as much as possible.

He straightened his face, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, there are many storms in Yang Kingdom right now, and the court is in chaos. It is a good time for His Highness to take the opportunity to take action. If you miss this day, when Yang Kingdom quells the cholera in the future, it will be difficult for Your Highness to raise troops again." more difficult."

He cupped his hands and made a deep bow, "I hope His Highness the Crown Prince thinks twice."

Wei Lijue's back stiffened, his face was in the shadows, and he didn't speak for a long time.

There was half a silence above.

Just when Lan Ziqing thought he would not answer, a tired and deep sigh came from above.

That sigh was as heavy as a Qianlong whispering, Lan Ziqing's heart skipped a beat.

Wei Lijue turned his back to Lan Ziqing, stood with his hands behind his back, his pale and beautiful thin lips moved slowly, and said, "I don't understand what Lan Qing said."

He understands far better than anyone.

I have worked hard for more than ten years, not just for this moment.

He closed his cold eyes deeply.

For a moment, he almost had to be hard-hearted.

The mournful pleading voice in the pear blossom forest suddenly sounded in my ears.

He is my husband!

My heart faltered in vain.

The fist was clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, Qingmei's face fell into deep pain, and after a long time, she said with deep powerlessness: "Don't say any more, I've made up my mind."

Lan Ziqing frowned, and had no choice but to say goodbye.

The outside of the Wei Mansion was covered with a vast expanse of white snow, and Qingdai sedan chair was parked in the heavy snow. To Lan Ziqing's surprise, there was also a noble and elegant carriage parked beside the Qingdai sedan chair.

Beside the carriage stood a slender woman in white with her back to him. The woman heard the movement and turned around. Her face was hidden in a navy blue cloak, which was quite mysterious.

Just as Lan Ziqing was suspicious, the woman in white had already taken off her cloak, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Seeing Lan Ziqing's astonished gaze, the woman lightly pursed her vermilion lips, and said, "Lan Qing."

Lan Ziqing suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly cupped her hands in salute, "I have seen the princess and concubine."

Pressing down the waves in his heart, he fixed his eyes on the calm and composed woman in white in front of him, and said carefully, "Is the empress of the crown prince here to visit the national teacher?"

Bai Yan didn't answer, the light in her eyes fluctuated, she sighed softly, but said: "When Suhuang mutinied, I was only a three-year-old child, so it's normal for Lan Qing not to remember me."

Lan Ziqing was shocked when he heard the words, the light in his black eyes changed violently, after taking a deep breath, a trembling sound came out of his throat.

"your Highness……"

Three days later, Prince Suyu suddenly fell ill and died.

The crown princess died of love with a white frown.

Although Prince Suyu was born with many illnesses and was weak, but after long-term medical treatment, his condition was gradually brought under control. It is really strange how he suddenly died of a sudden illness in just a few days.

When Lan Ziqing heard the news, she hurried to Wei Mansion.

In the hall, Wei Lijue was seen sitting on the ground full of tea and porcelain shards almost in a state of embarrassment, his face lost all color, and a large stream of blood was coughed out of his mouth, his pale and cold hands were covering his blood-stained chest,

Fury raged in the cold eyes, with an unprecedented killing intent.

The hall was full of people kneeling in a circle.

The air was tense to the extreme.

Mountain rain is about to come.

Lan Ziqing's heart skipped a beat, and she knelt down beside Yan Qingchen.

"Investigate! Find out the murderer, I will crush him to pieces and tear him into pieces!"

Wei Lijue covered the blood-stained white clothes in front of his chest with his hands, his beautiful face was gloomy and cold, and he gritted his teeth every word and burst out from his teeth, with a strong smell of blood.

The pale and cold hand was closed with a "clack" sound, and the veins on the back of the hand were throbbing violently.

All the kneeling people in the hall were terrified, one of them muttered in a low voice: "Your Highness, shortly after Prince Yang's death, the subordinates found this in his room... Maybe the murderer dropped it accidentally."

A delicate red rope sword tassel passed his hand and presented it to Wei Lijue.

Lan Ziqing's expression changed slightly.

This Jiansui...wasn't it the one that Bangou Yueqiang was going for.

Yan Qingchen on the side stared closely at Jiansui who suddenly appeared in front of him, pursed his thin lips tightly, his face sank like water.

Wei Lijue naturally recognized the sword tassel.

The cold eyes suddenly shrank, and the bottom of the eyes was full of hostility, full of murderous intent.

"kill him."

Accompanied by a ruthless voice, Jiansui drew a semicircular arc in the air, and threw it at the lap of the handsome man in black like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Yan Qingchen's whole body froze, and his wrist trembled slightly when he reached out to pick it up.

The frosty handsome face seemed to be trying to suppress something, clenched the red rope sword fringe in his hand, and after a while, let it go weakly and frustrated.

"……Yes"

After the death of Prince Suyu, the empress, who had lost two sons in a row, was so sad that she couldn't afford to fall ill, and died of a serious illness not long after.

What is strange is that Yangdi, who had always disliked Suyu, aged a lot overnight and fell ill in bed after hearing the news.

You must know that when the fifteenth prince who was loved by Emperor Yangdi died, although Emperor Yangdi was sad, he never fell ill.

He even ordered that Suyu be buried generously according to the emperor's standard, and that he was buried in the same tomb with the crown princess Baixiao.

Such behavior caused hundreds of officials to discuss in private. Could it be that the crown prince is the son that the Holy One cares about the most?

Su Danchen was deeply saddened by the death of the eldest brother Suyu and the eldest sister-in-law Bai Yan, and cried countless times while holding Lan Ziqing in his arms. Later, he heard that the Empress Empress died of grief, and Emperor Yang became very ill again. He had no choice but to hold back his grief, force himself to go to the palace to serve in front of Emperor Yangdi's bed.

Lan Ziqing went back and forth between the Wei Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion all day long. Fortunately, Su Danchen rushed to the palace early in the morning and returned late at night, so there was no suspicious whereabouts of Lan Ziqing.

On this day, as the sun was setting, Lan Ziqing came out of Wei's mansion and walked back to Xiang's mansion on foot.

The bustling Xunyang Street is crowded with people, and the people whisper to each other after tea and dinner, and rumors and rumors are endless.

"Have you heard that the Han Mansion has been destroyed?"

Seeing the people around him puzzled for a while, the speaker added: "It's the No. [-] merchant in Xunyang, the Han family."

"So you're talking about the Han family. I've known it for a long time. Ever since the eldest son of the Han family disappeared mysteriously, the Han family has failed. The young master of the Han family is useless again."

Looking around, he lowered his voice and said, "Little brother, I got inside information. The Han family has been hollowed out by the housekeeper of their house long ago. Tsk tsk, that's enough wealth for an enemy country."

After clicking twice, the person who spoke said again: "I heard that the young master of the Han family got into a big fight with the housekeeper for some reason, and even humiliated him in public. The Han family was destroyed. I see, the housekeeper took off his clothes." It doesn't matter."

A man let out an exclamation.

The two talked more and more vigorously, and they simply walked to a tavern.

The conversation between the two of them obviously fell into Lan Ziqing's ears verbatim. Lan Ziqing was standing on the bustling street, the warm orange sunset reflected on his jade-like face, making his expression even more sighing.

At the beginning, he also had the idea of ​​the Han family, hoping to use their wealth to help the prince.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the Han family would end up like this.

He took two steps forward as if sighing, and stopped abruptly, as if thinking of something, his eyes narrowed tightly, his expression fluctuating.

Was it just a coincidence that the Han family was destroyed at this time?

Was it just a coincidence that Suyu died of a sudden illness at this time?

Was it just a coincidence that the mysterious man in black sent the key list that day?

All kinds of coincidences, superimposed together, are more like a long-planned conspiracy.

Lan Ziqing himself is the person who is best at using intrigues and tricks, and his mind is much sharper than ordinary people. He frowned and pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Every step he took seemed to be under the control of a pair of black hands behind the scenes.

It seemed that there was an invisible net that caught him, the crown prince, and even everyone.

What's even more frightening is that no one is aware of the existence of this net.

No one realizes that behind the scenes, there is a manipulator who plays them all in the palm of his hand

Lan Ziqing gasped, a chill ran down her spine.