Are you in the Shura field today?

After the application time, many relatives and relatives of the emperor who attended the meeting went to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers. After the activities in the afternoon, the sixth prince would go to his sealed mansion and prepare to marry the princess tomorrow. Others also bid farewell in twos and threes feast.

It gets dark early after the winter, and the foot of a deserted courtyard is backed up to the south wall of the palace. Except for the barren withered grass and a withered old tree, there is only a dark green pond.

Wen Mingran, who was supposed to accompany Li Zuoqing behind the banquet, appeared under the tree at this moment. She withdrew her usual cheerful look and hid in the shadows by holding the trunk of the tree.

This is not a place where the palace guards frequently patrol, but behind the foot of the courtyard is guarded by the eldest prince's hidden soldiers.

She counted silently in her heart for a while, and when No. 30 hit nine, she heard someone's voice.

Wen Mingran came back to his senses, landed on one knee like a well-trained guard, lowered his head and saluted Li Zuomu: "Your Highness, the First Prince."

"Hmph, you have really failed my king's painstaking efforts!"

Li Zuomu looked coldly at Wen Mingran who was kneeling at his feet, everything from his tone to his gesture revealed disgust.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect that... A few days ago, because of the poisoning case in the house, the eldest princess was still on guard against me..." Wen Mingran frowned, feeling uneasy.

She tried to defend herself, but was kicked on the shoulder by Li Zuomu, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she groaned and dragged back half a step.

"Trash!" Li Zuoqing turned around angrily, pacing in front of the ancient tree with ruthless words, "I tried my best to make you like Lin Qiwu like that woman, and now you are not even as good as her!"

He planned for Li Zuoqing to arrange for Wen Mingran to perform a dance during the palace banquet.

Moreover, the spies reported that Wen Mingran had been practicing choreography until before the palace banquet, which is clearly true!

According to his idea, as long as Wen Mingran draws the sharp sword he handed to her at the banquet from his sleeve at that time—Kunzhen, who doesn’t need this waste to assassinate the emperor, only needs to make this move—to show his strength Princess Fang's regicide will do.

At that time, even if the emperor favors her Li Zuoqing again, and the people he brings with him have the intention of treason, there is no way to argue.

As for Wen Mingran's life and death, he didn't care.For a cheap Kun like her, he doesn't care how much he wants, and how much he dies!

But the heavenly imperial sister who made him gnash his teeth must fall as soon as possible!

"Your Highness, I, I'm already trying to get close to her!"

Seeing Li Zuomu's angry back, Wen Mingran became terrified, fell on the ground and walked on his knees.

The deserted horns were pickled and the ground was cold and rough. She felt that the soft material that the eldest princess put on her was rubbing and breaking, and she couldn't help feeling a sour grievance in her heart.

"Try? How long do you want me to wait!" Li Zuomu suppressed his anger and kicked Wen Mingran's hand away.

His father is over half a century old, and he has a chronic disease that is difficult to cure after the war. The court has already heard the news that his father intends to abdicate. How can he sit and wait for death with peace of mind!

Li Zuomu's hands under his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and when Wen Mingran's voice gradually died down, he turned around suddenly, showing an "understanding" smile.

"I'll give you another chance, let me get close enough to wipe her neck with one stroke."

Wen Mingran's eyes widened suddenly, and the scene of the eldest princess fainting with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth flashed through her mind on the night when she drank poison.

"Think about your family in Yaozhou... I heard that your younger sister, that girl named Xi, wants to go to school with her peers."

Li Zuoqing was persuasive, he raised the corners of his mouth, and sighed pretentiously, "But my mother is still in prison, and my sister's salary has not been sent yet, what should this family do—"

Hearing these words, Wen Mingran bit his lip, and firmly grasped the sand with his hand on the ground.

Li Zuomu saw that the other party's eyes had returned to the indifferent and numb look in the past, and laughed at her from the bottom of his heart: "As long as you complete this task, your mother and your sister, I will let them live."

"...Yes." Wen Mingran kowtowed.

"Since the gentle approach can't attract that woman, you should be more ruthless." Li Zuomu said again.

Wen Mingran raised his head, not quite understanding what he meant.

But I saw Li Zuomu making a cross on the neck: "Be ruthless to yourself, as long as you are willing to 'give', you don't have to worry about her not focusing on you."

He has always known that the most unbearable thing for this imperial girl is to owe others favors.

As much as others take, her Princess Mansion will return as much.

Wen Mingran has nothing to give Li Zuoqing, except for his life.

"I see."

Wen Mingran lowered her eyes, she had clearly foreseen the near-death future countless times, but when she connected these things with the eldest princess, she felt extremely chilled.

"My king is leaving first. I hope to hear good news from you soon."

After finishing speaking, Li Zuomu stroked his sleeves lightly and left.

When the Eldest Prince's back finally disappeared, Wen Mingran suddenly coughed while clutching his abdomen.

The wine she drank at the banquet just now made her internal organs feel hot. At this moment, her tense nerves finally slackened, and the leftover reactions overwhelmingly overwhelmed her.

Di Kun's body is just so troublesome.

She coughed and vomited, and tears almost blurred the scene in her vision.

She was going to wash her hands in the pond, and she had to pat off the dust on her body as much as possible. What if the eldest princess found out the clues and lost the slightest goodwill she had built up so hard?

She braced her arms and stood up, but her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees again. The pool in front of her was dark and heavy, and it seemed to be a good place for relief...

And another place that is completely different from this place, on the way from the Royal Garden to the Meridian Gate in the Imperial Palace City, Li Zuoqing counted the number of people accompanying him again.

"Why is one missing?" Could it be that she really drank too much?

Li Zuoqing narrowed his eyes.

"Your Highness, Miss Wen is not here." Lan Shuang answered, "Maybe she got lost."

"Do you want to send someone to look for it?"

If this is said, the whole palace will know that there is a lost lady in the eldest princess's mansion.

But who is Wen Mingran the youngest? Let's just pretend that she is ignorant.

Li Zuoqing nodded helplessly, and asked Lanshuang to call the patrolling guards to pay more attention, and to report any news.

After finishing speaking, she herself wandered into the palace in a loose manner.

Because of the memory of the original owner, walking in this fast territory feels like entering your own back garden.

She searched for a remote place with few people in her memory, but after a short walk, she saw a figure very similar to Wen Mingran flashing past the arch of the promenade in front of her.

Li Zuoqing's heart stopped for half a beat. Although he only glanced over, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like the deity, so he hurried over.

Once out of the arch, there is a green pool in front of you, with withered lotus stalks still stuck on the water.

And Wen Mingran, who was dressed in blue and had a slender figure, lay five or six steps away from the pool.

"Huh?" Why is Wen Mingran here?

Li Zuoqing touched his chin habitually, hesitating in his heart, and ran forward anxiously.

She supported the man's shoulder with one hand, picked up Wen Mingran's back collar with the other hand, and pulled him up.

This obviously uncomfortable action made Wen Mingran, who was a little drowsy, spit out a little more wine.

"Wow!" Li Zuoqing shook his hand and almost let go.

This child obviously drank much less than her, so why did it look like he had drunk several catties of Erguotou!

Dizzy and uncomfortable, Wen Mingran heard a familiar voice, opened his eyes bewilderedly, saw that it was Li Zuoqing, and immediately burst into tears: "Wuuuu...the princess, wuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"What's the matter, Wen Mingran?" Li Zuoqing patted the other person on the back, but Wen Mingran's words were out of tune, so she wanted to help him up.

Di Kun in a drunken state is like soft plasticine.

Li Zuoqing has a deep understanding now, and finally had no choice but to carry Wen Mingran behind his back, while sighing, while caring for the youngest child in the family with the heart of an old mother: "What's the matter, why did you come here? Ah? Wen Mingran? Wen Sister? Sister?"

She urged her like chanting scriptures, and Wen Mingran replied only after three sentences.

"I want to vomit, so I go to the pool... Uh, it's uncomfortable..." Wen Mingran grabbed her shoulder as thin as a mosquito.

The body of the eldest princess is warm, and the letter incense has a reassuring sun and grain fragrance.

Not long after, Wen Mingran closed his eyes following sleepiness.

She dreamed that her life in the past ten years was like a pile of bad debts.

When she was a child, her mother pushed her strangely and coldly into the hands of hell.

After being sold, together with dozens of Dikun who were similar to her, she was gradually forced to become an assassin like a survival game.

After completing the first mission, her superiors gave her a "choice"—the price of regaining her freedom is to serve a certain important person.

But the first time she got out of the cage, she went back to the home she remembered, but only found out that her mother was in prison and her young sister was taken away and detained.

People in this world live like duckweed, and Wen Mingran occasionally thinks, what is the value of her existence?

Could this crooked branch really start a fire?

……

Not long after Wen Mingran left with his back on his back, Li Zuoqing found an accompanying guard.

She handed over the person and moved her lower shin, feeling that she was really out of shape after drinking too much, so she simply resigned and returned home.

By the time Li Zuoqing landed at Fengyang Pavilion, it was already half dark, and she felt that her stamina had picked up, and her whole body was hot and uncomfortable. Maybe she really drank too much.

But don't be fragmented like the memory of Tianxianglou before.

She then ordered the maid to prepare for the bathing as soon as possible, so that she could pack up early and rest.

More than half an hour passed, and the hot water for bathing was finally ready.She shrugged her head drowsily, took off her clothes and buried herself in the tub of warm steam.

The calming and soft fragrance floated out of the water with the steam, and the warm bath water that dispelled the cold made her tired a lot.

At this time, she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten.

When she left the mansion in the morning, someone seemed to have said that she wanted her to look for it as soon as she came back?

Li Zuoqing lowered his head and took a look at his stripped body, the white and soft curves could be seen even under the lingering mist.

This...is not very convenient.

Forget it.

She was heartbroken, and simply stretched her waist, and lay down in the bathtub in a more comfortable position with the back of her head in her arms.

As a result, there was no stopping outside the door at this moment.

A series of familiar voices argued with each other.

"His Highness is back?!"

"Yes, the eldest princess is ready to take a bath and go to bed."

"Why didn't she find me when she came back? Let me in!"

"No, His Highness said that no one should disturb you."

……

Li Zuoqing grabbed the edge of the barrel and listened to Lanshuang's stern rejection of An Linlang's request to come in and watch, feeling indescribably comfortable in his heart.

It's great to have a reliable follower!

However, a reliable follower can only guard against An Linlang and his party who take the conventional route, but they cannot guard against Xin Liangyuan who can fly over the wall.

A window in Fengyang Pavilion, which was closer to Li Zuoqing, opened slightly.

Li Zuoqing's eyes widened, watching a slender hand pull open the window of her boudoir, and then jumped down and jumped in front of her briskly.

The whole process took only five seconds, and Xin Fei even had the leisure to wink at her.

"You, you, you——" Li Zuoqing opened his mouth, splashed the water and pointed at her.

Xin Fei suddenly made a mysterious and imposing gesture of pointing at her: "Shh."

Li Zuoqing glanced back at the maids waiting quietly behind the screen. They were still guarding respectfully and did not find anything strange.

The level of security in this house really makes people feel happy and uneasy.

Li Zuoqing twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, raised his eyelids to look at Xin Fei, and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

But when Xin Fei walked in, he only glanced at her chest, then quickly turned his head away, squatted down next to her bathtub, covered his head and slid down.

Li Zuoqing: "..."

What is this doing?

"What should I do... why don't you cover it at all!" Xin Fei carried her on his back, but his ear was completely red with the naked eye.

Li Zuoqing touched her body, and her heart became more and more daring. She silently showed an evil smile, then quietly dived out of the water, and suddenly wrapped her arms around Xin Fei's neck.

"Well!"

Xin Fei let out a small exclamation when his cheek was touched by a wet arm.

"Hee hee hee, aren't you shy?" Li Zuoqing felt like a bully molesting the beautiful village flower. She pinched Xin Fei's chin from behind and made those moist amber eyes meet her own. .

"I've seen it all. To be fair, don't you have to show this princess too?"

Xin Fei quietly raised his eyes to look at her for three seconds, then looked down at his tightly buttoned underwear, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility.

"Pfft ha ha ha, you are enough." Li Zuoqing patted her head and couldn't help laughing.

After being teased, Xin Fei's face was more red than before, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly, but the moment he saw it, he immediately wanted to raise his hand to cover his eyes, but because of Li Zuoqing's bold and provocative smirk , I was so angry that I took it down.

There was more movement on their side, and the maid behind the screen asked suspiciously: "Your Highness, do you need to heat the water?"

"Well, that's right, I'll put it behind the screen for Ben Gong." Li Zuoqing said.

The serving maid was a little confused, but she still put a bucket of hot water behind the screen where she was standing as instructed.

From her perspective, she could only see the back of the princess with her long hair thrown out of the bucket.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yuanshan grows one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Jianlibao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!