Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

When Lan Ziqing found Su Danchen, he knelt in front of the ruins with absent-minded eyes, staring blankly at the white smoke curling up in front of him, which had turned into a scorched earth official prison.

On the contrary, Taohua didn't have a single tear in her eyes, she just looked at the burnt ruins blankly.

Lan Ziqing's brows were distressed.

"Your Highness..."

A hand as long as jade gently pressed his shoulder.

Su Danchen's back stiffened, his head slowly drooped, and he murmured softly, "Ziqing... I saw Uncle Yin's body..."

No wailing.

No fuss.

He knelt down in front of the ruins like a doll who had lost his soul, and his peach blossom eyes were no longer as clear and bright as before, but as dim as pearls covered in dust.

His eyes were full of ashes, and he was completely helpless.

"Why doesn't Uncle Yin wait for me...I will definitely rescue him..."

"……why……"

Seeing his appearance, Lan Ziqing felt distressed like a knife.

Even though he has all kinds of schemes in his chest, at this moment, there is no one scheme that can soothe the pain of his sweetheart.

The throat is very dry.

"Your Highness...Actually..."

It was interrupted by a breathless cry.

A young man in a gray-blue robe ran from a distance,

Stopping beside Su Danchen, he panted and said in a panic: "Your Highness, it's not good, the imperial concubine heard the news of General Yin Ting's death and passed out..."

"Mother..."

As soon as his face turned pale, great panic surged in his heart, no matter how sad he was, he immediately got up and ran to the palace.

A Huan glanced at Lan Ziqing who was looking gloomy at the side, bowed his hands to him, and ran after Su Danchen.

Since that day, Su Danchen has not returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion for several days, and has been staying in the palace to take care of the sick imperial concubine.

At this time, Lan Ziqing was at the Chuanqiao Wharf, bidding farewell to an unexpected person.

The wind from the river rustled, making the two people's robes rattle.

A thin boat with two pointed ends quietly rests on the sparkling water surface of the river, and a lying, sleepy figure of a man can be faintly seen in the canopy.

"The general is fine."

Lan Ziqing looked at the light boat and asked calmly.

The young man standing beside him was dressed in a white robe and had a handsome demeanor.

It was clearly Luo Mingxuan, the military advisor in the General's Mansion.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the medicine in the cup of daughter's red is too full, so I've been in a coma ever since."

Luo Ming preached.

Lan Ziqing nodded slightly.

Framed by the dragon robe, sent wine in the prison, fire in the bureaucracy...

Everything is in the plan of the two of them.

The reason is that Li Daitao was stiff and rescued Yin Ting without anyone noticing.

Luo Mingxuan was a smart man. Lan Ziqing's frank confession in a dark alley that day made him deeply aware of the dangers around the general, and he could not protect the general with his own strength.

Simply cooperate with Lan Ziqing and let the general die and survive.

The current official prison was built during the period of Liguo. When Emperor Li ordered the construction of the prison, he secretly ordered craftsmen to build an underground passage. Li Jue had never heard of it.

The people of Yangguo would never have imagined that there is actually a secret passage leading to the outside world inside the heavily guarded official prison.

But among the few insiders, Lan Ziqing was one of them.

That night, General Yin Ting drank Nv'erhong mixed with drugs, and soon fell unconscious. When it was time to light the lamp, the official prison "suddenly" caught fire, and the guards in the prison rushed to put out the fire. Good time to get your hands dirty.

As for Yin Ting's "corpse", there are many death-row prisoners imprisoned in the official prison, and there are always one or two of them who are similar in shape to Yin Ting.

Besides, the "corpse" of the general, his face, skin, hair, and skin had all been scorched black by the fire, so who else could recognize him.

In this way, a watertight and seamless plan ended perfectly.

Luo Mingxuan withdrew his expression, looked at the elegant and elegant man in Tsing Yi in front of him, his eyes flickered, and he was truly convinced.

Lan Ziqing's wisdom is very close to that of a demon, and he really deserves to be the leader of counselors.

... I am not as good as him.

"Thank you Lan Xiangcheng."

He bowed his hands together and bowed deeply to Lan Ziqing.

Lan Ziqing's eyes leaped over his shoulders and landed on the vast river behind him, and said with a cold expression: "I'm not perfecting you, I'm just perfecting myself."

After a while, he said: "Remember, from now on there will be no Yin Ting and Luo Mingxuan in this world."

Luo Mingxuan nodded solemnly.

Lan Ziqing glanced at the person lying in the canopy, lowered his eyelids, and said calmly: "Whether General Yin Ting can accept you or not depends on your ability, the military commander."

Luo Mingxuan pursed his lips lightly, a soft smile appeared on his lips.

After saying goodbye, Luo Mingxuan got into the light boat, let go of the ropes, and left with oars.

The leaf boat went down the river, and after a while, it disappeared into the river where the water and the sky were the same color.

Lan Ziqing stood tall and tall on the bank of the river, with white mist lingering in her dark eyes, she was silent for a long time before turning and leaving.

When we returned to Xiangfu, the sun was setting.

He looked at the empty study room and sighed silently for less than a moment, when he suddenly heard a panicked voice, and then A Huan, a servant from the palace, came running to the study room, and said in a panic that His Highness had disappeared.