Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

A few days later, news of Chao Taishi's sudden death came from the prison.

The empress, who had been kneeling in front of the imperial study room for a whole day, heard the news and let out a shrill cry, her eyes darkened and she passed out.

After Yangdi heard about it, he took the queen back to Fengyi Palace in person, and summoned a group of imperial doctors from the imperial hospital overnight.

After seven or eight white-bearded old doctors watched, heard and asked carefully, they knelt on the ground and said in unison: "The empress is so sad that she fainted because of a sudden rush of anger. It's not a serious problem."

Yangdi pondered for a moment, dropped the words of Haosheng to take care of him, and then walked away.

Taishi Chao was a sinner. According to the law of the dynasty, he should have been thrown in a mass grave thirty miles west of the south of the city after his death, but in the end he was buried in a feng shui place with dignity according to the ceremony of the Taishi.

This was naturally the result of Prince Suyu, who had always been indifferent to the outside world, pleading for mercy.

The folks heard that the grand master died suddenly in prison, so they added another point of conversation after dinner.

"It's all right, why did Taishi Chao die so suddenly?"

"My cousin was on duty in the cell, and he happened to be on duty that day. I heard from him that only Master Sima brought a pot of wine to see Taishi Chao that night. Not long after Master Sima left, the people in the prison found Taishi Chao died……"

"You mean... Master Sima..."

The speaker shrank his neck, not daring to speak any more.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say anything."

The two of them were silent for a while, raised their wine glasses in a tacit understanding, changed the subject, stopped talking about Taishi Chao, and only talked about the recent news in Xunyang.

Whether Taishi Chao died violently or was murdered, the only thing that cannot be changed is that from now on, there will be no more Chao clan in the court of Yangguo, and the Sima clan will hold the sky with one pillar, and the moment is unparalleled.

Surprisingly, Sima Li, a bachelor, was not as proud as others imagined. Instead, he was ill after contracting a cold.

Su Danchen filled a bowl of red dates and black chicken soup made by himself, handed it to Lan Ziqing, and said worriedly: "Yesterday I went to see my grandfather, and his illness seems to be getting worse. He is not in good health, but he still has to go to Chao Mansion Condolences to Chao Taishi, I remember that my grandfather didn't like Chao Taishi the most, and he used to mention it in front of me.

When I first started, I always looked like I was itching my teeth with hatred, why today I have to support my sick body to mourn him. "

A puzzled look on his face.

Lan Ziqing's right hand was wrapped with a thick white gauze, which made it difficult to move, so he used his left hand to slowly stir the soup with a faint fragrance of jujube, and lightly pursed his lips, "There is friendship in this world like Boya Ziqi, and there is also friendship." Friendship is like Kongming Gongjin, Master Sima and Chao Taishi were officials in the same dynasty for more than forty years

Set, both as an enemy and as a friend. "Elegantly put half a spoonful of soup into the mouth, "It's a pity that the two of them only cared about the conflict of interests in the past and didn't notice it. "

Su Danchen nodded thoughtfully.

"Your Highness's soup today is not good enough."

Lan Ziqing put down the white jade bowl in his hand, and suddenly said this sentence.

Surprised slightly, Su Danchen hurriedly filled a bowl for himself, took a sip, didn't notice anything unusual, and took another sip...

After finishing a bowl of soup, I didn't realize where the business trip was.

"What's wrong? Why didn't I taste it? Today's method is the same as yesterday. First wash the dates, and then soak the killed chicken in hot water..."

"Is it really the same as yesterday?"

Su Danchen heard the obviously joking words, raised his head to look at him, and met the smiling and affectionate eyebrows.

As if he had reacted suddenly, his handsome face turned red all of a sudden.

In Lan Ziqing's well-understood eyes, he took a new bowl of soup and took a mouthful of the fragrant and delicious black chicken soup with red dates. The soup contained in it passed through bit by bit.

The unique fragrance of red dates permeated the lips and teeth of the two of them instantly.

After Su Danchen fed all the soup in his mouth and was about to leave, the back of his head was suddenly pinched, his jaw was forcefully pried open, and then a silky and dexterous tongue came in, domineering and greedy. into the depths of the throat.

"Well……"

Lan Ziqing raised her eyes at this moment, and the young man in blue robe and jade crown tightly closed his peach blossom eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he responded awkwardly as if to please him.

There was a smile in his eyes, and his heart was soft and powerful.

Licking her moist red lips, Lan Ziqing reluctantly ended the kiss, Mo Mou smiled, and breathed into his ear like Lan, "Your Highness's soup really tastes good."

Su Danchen's handsome face instantly turned red like a boiled shrimp. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. He was being molested by Ziqing...?

He rushed over and bit Lan Ziqing Ruyu's neck shamefully and resentfully.

Lan Ziqing put an arm around his waist, with a doting smile on her lips, letting him "do whatever it takes" on her.

Dinner was spent between the two of them.

Later, a boy in gray clothes came to the door of the study, cupped his hands and said, "Prime Minister."

"what's the matter"

A dull voice came from inside the room.

Ah San looked at the prime minister who was holding the scriptures by the red sandalwood desk in the room, and the third prince beside him who was sleeping soundly with a book on his head. After hesitating for a moment, Ah San said, "May the prime minister speak for a while."

Lan Ziqing's thick, downy eyelashes trembled, he put down the book in his hand, got up and left the room, his movements were extremely gentle, and when he reached the door, he did not disturb Su Danchen who was sleeping beside him.

Seeing Lan Ziqing approaching, Ah San took out a dark red invitation from her bosom and handed it over.

"This is an invitation sent by the palace to His Highness the Third Highness."

The person who posted the post didn't know that Su Danchen was now living in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and still sent the invitation to the Palace, so the people in the Palace had to send the invitation to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Lan Ziqing glanced at the name of the post, his eyes sank, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

"When will this invitation be sent?"

Ah San lowered his eyebrows, and replied: "The palace just sent someone to deliver it, but I thought about it carefully, and it's better to leave it to the prime minister."

Lan Ziqing gave a faint "En", "Among the people who follow the truth, you are the smartest."

Ah San blushed, secretly thinking that his choice of handing over the invitation to the prime minister was indeed correct.

"Go to the cashier to pay some silver and make clothes."

"Thank you, Prime Minister!"

After thanking him, he withdrew.

Lan Ziqing flipped over the invitation in his hands with downcast eyes. As long as he exerted a little force at this moment, this invitation, which entrusted the host with certain expectations, would disappear without anyone noticing.

He didn't do that.

Lan Ziqing's expression was indifferent, with a deep light in his black eyes. After standing quietly for a while, his lips slowly curved into a mocking arc, and he turned and went back to the room, waking up Su Danchen who was sleeping by the desk.

Su Danchen yawned and said, "Why did I fall asleep?"

While rubbing his sleepy eyes, a dark red color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"what is this?"

Lan Ziqing hummed without smiling, "Your Highness will know at a glance."

Su Danchen was frightened by his mocking appearance, so he took it and took a quick glance.

This, this, this... This is an invitation from my lord.

Ziqing handed him the invitation from Mr. Ying.

Su Danchen took a deep breath.

"In the past few days, I have absolutely not interacted with Mr. Ying!"

Immediately jumped up and clarified his innocence.

Lan Ziqing was amused by his nervous appearance, and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness, don't be nervous, I have no other intentions. I just sent an invitation card to Your Highness, and I will naturally hand it over to Your Highness."

Su Danchen managed to relax, but was once again frightened by his next slow words.

"When does Your Highness plan to go to the banquet?"

Lan Ziqing looked at him with a soft smile at this moment, and asked with a smile, he really looked virtuous.

fake!

Su Danchen felt the creepy danger from that smile, his heart jumped up immediately, and he shouted: "When will I not go! Since I promised Ziqing that you will no longer associate with Mr. Ying , I will definitely do it." As if to prove his words, he threw the invitation into the wastebasket casually.

It was only then that Lan Ziqing really started to laugh, and she kissed him on the cheek as a reward, and looked at him with a smile in the light, "Good boy".

Su Danchen's heart that jumped into his throat finally fell back.

In the Xunhuan Building, there are still cheers like waves, singing and dancing.

The door of a room in a secluded corner on the second floor was pushed open.

The person who was drinking alone in the room looked up, and when he saw the person coming, he frowned, "It's you."

The visitor laughed, walked over and sat down opposite him, "Why, I'm disappointed that I didn't find my sweetheart?"

Ying Xuan gave the man in green a cold look.

The man in green was not annoyed, he smiled and squinted his fox eyes, and poured himself a glass of wine unhurriedly. The mellow aroma of the wine poured down the water, and the aroma came to his nostrils.

"Drunk with a thousand cups? Xiaoxuan, you are really 'good intentions' towards that prince, but..." The man in green lazily raised his sleeves and drank the wine in his glass lazily, "Do you think you can't do it with Lanzi? With Qing's mental means, will people come out to see you?"

Ying Xuan's handsome face suddenly sank.

The lazy words over there continued, "I've advised you a long time ago not to touch Su Danchen, but now Lan Ziqing is driving you out of the capital, it doesn't feel good."

"Could it be that the leader came here on purpose to ridicule his subordinates."

Ying Xuan crushed the wine glass in his hand expressionlessly.

The man in green raised his eyebrows, "Why make such a big fuss, it's good for you to leave Beijing temporarily. Wei Lijue is in Chuzhou right now, and the master asked you to drop by and check out the martial arts of the former prince."

"As for the water in Chuzhou, how muddy it can be depends on Mr. Ying's ability."

Ying Xuan responded lukewarmly.

Seeing this, the man in green slowly poured a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "When the overlord's plan is completed, Xiaoxuan, I will deliver as many Sudanchens as you want in person, how about it?" Passing the wine to Ying Xuan .

Ying Xuan took the wine with a cold face and drank it down.