Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Being said by Yan Wujiu to be glamorous and beautiful, He Lanlin's expression remained calm, and he walked up to Yan Wujiu.

A pair of pampered fingers gently caressed the chain, and he didn't know how he did it. The key to the black iron chain was clearly in Mu Feng's place, but he opened it by himself.

Yan Wujiu lowered his eyes and looked: "How did you do it? You can become a Thief with one hand."

He Lanlin held the black iron chain with his fingers. He had a dignified and noble demeanor, but his handsome face was not arrogant.Although it is not so happy and angry, but it has always been indifferent.

Even so, it doesn't make people feel friendly, only intimidating.

"I have good eyesight, I learned it under Thief God." He Lanlin said slowly, the other hand gently held Yan Wujiu's fingers, looked at his wrist, found that there were no bruises left, and then let go up.

He looked at Yan Wujiu who was dark and indifferent at the end of his brows and eyes, he really had a young master's temper, and he hadn't changed a bit for so long.

He Lanlin said softly: "No one knows your identity except me. Traitors are not tolerated in Longlinwei. I was afraid that they would be inappropriate, so I sent the safest Mu Feng. This thing is indeed given to Mu Feng by me. Yes, it was specially prepared for you. You are so capable of stirring wind and rain, if they strictly guard you, they are afraid that you will suffer. With this black iron chain, other things are unnecessary."

Yan Wujiu looked at him calmly, and slowly raised his lips: "Then I have to thank you more."

He Lanlin saw the darkness in his eyes, couldn't help but smiled, sat down beside him, played with the chain with his fingers, and naturally changed the subject: "What's going on with Fengzhuang?"

Seeing that He Lanlin was talking about serious business, Yan Wujiu also put down his crossed legs and sat upright, and subconsciously touched his suddenly light wrist.

"To put it simply, King Xu ordered someone to steal the key of the accompanying tomb, and wanted to force that person to order the explosion of the accompanying tomb, and then secretly manipulated the deposed prince to be blown to nothing, and he was mad at him. The person who sealed the village said I work for King Xu, but I actually want to use King Xu's hand to hide the secrets in the accompanying tomb. The secret is the orphan of the abolished prince."

Yan Wujiu squinted his eyes, and said calmly: "After I discovered this secret, the people who sealed the village cooperated with me. I told King Xu that the secret in the accompanying tomb is the bones of women and children. He was even more pissed off, so he decided not to blow up, and opened the coffin smoothly. Who knows, the people who stayed in Fengzhuang, King Xu, seemed to know the truth, and suddenly turned against him. I had no choice but to use the order of King Xu to announce it first. Murong Chenxi's identity messed up the situation. You should know better than me what will happen afterwards."

After He Lanlin heard this, there was not much emotion on his face, and he thought for a while: "Murong Xu was put together by someone, and now it seems that those people are most likely to be Concubine Yun's people. Murong Xu is in dire straits now, and the only hope for a comeback lies in On you. What are you going to do next?"

Yan Wujiu tilted his head, his eyes were clear and serene, disheartened and lazy: "Take a bath and change clothes."

He Lanlin couldn't help but smile a little, and soon became indifferent as usual: "If I were you, I would just go see that one like this."

Yan Wujiu looked at him quietly, calmly: "I lost Murong Chenxi, so I went to see his old man empty-handed, is it okay?"

He Lanlin's eyes were piercing, and he smiled faintly and said: "It's not right, take advantage of his old man's influence, and personally go to pick up the emperor's grandson into the city. It's clearly the idea from the beginning, but you want me to tell it for you. Where did you learn it?" Duplicity?"

Yan Wujiu's eyes widened slightly, and his round eyes became more and more innocent: "If Sir didn't tell Mu Feng anything, I wouldn't be separated from him. Sir is Cui's brother-in-law, in case you don't want to If I come back to grab the chair with the little prince, I, as a subordinate, will naturally have to ask your lord what he means."

He Lanlin looked into his eyes for a moment, her handsome face was calm and dignified.

His voice was very soft, cold and pampering: "Don't ask, and then make up your own mind? Compared with that child, I care more about how you plan to deal with Murong Xu."

Just like what He Lanlin said before, King Xu is now in a world of ice and fire, even if a discerning person can see that the group of rebels are blatantly acting in the name of King Xu, so high-profile and arrogant, it is obviously King Xu opponents are more reasonable.

However, those people's identities on the surface are Xu Wang's people, and the last time Xu Wang was also a crime of ignorance and negligence.

What's more, how could Concubine Yun let go of this great opportunity? She must have tried to prove that the bombing of the accompanying tomb was done by Xu Wang, but it was only when the matter was revealed that she played a trick, deliberately forging herself to be framed.

The situation was chaotic, which was not good for King Xu.

And Yan Wujiu is the key to decide the direction of the matter.

If he confronts the saint this time and speaks the truth, Xu Wang will definitely be devastated.But if he insisted that he was ordered by King Xu to protect Murong Chenxi, then the previous accusation would be impossible.

Under He Lanlin's stressful eyes, Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, his eyes were clear and he didn't care.

"If I blatantly contradict again, in the eyes of everyone, I will betray King Xu. And it is the second time to betray, and the reputation of the three-surnamed house slave is not good."

He Lanlin tapped her fingers: "You have a secret decree from me, which can prove that you are mine from the beginning. I want to see, who dares to slander you?"

Yan Wujiu narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his eyelashes, and smiled lightly: "The Dragon Lin Guards have prepared for the rainy day and sent undercover agents under Feng Zi and Long Sun's subordinates. Do you think your reputation in the clan is too good? Or do you think the situation is not enough for everyone to be in danger? ?”

He Lanlin's eyes were slightly cold, and his expression was indifferent: "So, you want to protect Murong Xu."

Yan Wujiu approached his ear, and said casually: "The main reason is that staying in the Dragon Scale Guard is too boring. It's more interesting to be an undercover agent."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about He Lanlin's reaction, Yan Wujiu got up and walked out: "I'm hungry, see you old man after eating."

He Lanlin sat there, looking at Yan Wujiu's back, his sharp eyes slightly closed.

Really ambitious.

Yan Qing kept King Xu, so naturally it couldn't be because he still wanted to be an undercover agent. He was afraid that King Xu would fall, and Concubine Yun's family was dominant, so he kept King Xu and Concubine Yun to compete.

If it wasn't for the fear that the Cui family would take revenge on him, it was because they had bigger plans.

"Don't tell me you still want to support Murong Chenxi to take over?"

……

On the twelfth day of the eighth month, the emperor reburied the deposed prince in the imperial mausoleum, and Luanjia returned to Bianjing.

On that day, the commander of the Dragon Scale Guard quietly brought a prisoner into the palace to face the saint.

All the idlers in the Mingcheng Hall retreated outside, and the lights in the hall were brightly lit until the third watch.

He Lanlin used the Dragon Scale Guard to arrest fugitives, and accidentally caught a man who claimed to be Yan Qingdu. It was related to the emperor's grandson Murong Chenxi, and he dared not make a judgment on his own, so he brought him to the imperial court for interrogation by His Majesty himself.

The old emperor was worried about Murong Chenxi's life and death in exile. He couldn't sleep or eat well these few days. He frequently dreamed of the late empress and Prince Zhao. When he heard that this person was Yan Qingdu who protected Murong Chenxi, he naturally Call him back immediately.

"How about the emperor and grandson? Since you have come here, why don't you bring the emperor and grandson to me together?"

Yan Wujiu was groomed by He Lanlin, and he looked haggard and weak after going through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, and finally trekking here.Even though the old emperor had a bad temper, it was rare for him to suppress his anger in the face of the hero who protected Murong Chenxi through hardships and obstacles.

"The emperor's grandson is safe and sound, and now I am placed by a friend to take care of him. It's just that we have encountered too many crises along the way. I was ordered by King Xu to escort the emperor and grandson, but even King Xu was tricked by villains. I dare not trust anyone anymore. I didn't even dare to take the emperor's grandson to take risks, so I pretended to be a fugitive and was caught by Master He Lan, so I was able to meet His Majesty. I implore Your Majesty to give me a team of imperial guards and personally take the emperor and grandson back to Beijing."

The old emperor was very angry: "You don't even believe my people?"

Yan Wujiu knelt down on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and described himself as weak, but his voice was firm: "Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty. It is about the life and safety of the emperor and grandson. I don't trust anyone except myself."

No matter how angry the old emperor was, he knew in his heart that the reserve position was unknown, if the witchcraft case back then was really as Murong Zhao's blood book said, and someone was sowing discord between him and himself, he might really try his best to harm Murong Chenxi.

Seeing the weak but kneeling person under the steps, the old emperor's face was sullen, but there was a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

On the second day, the imperial decree came out of the Ming Cheng Palace, granting Yan Qingdu the post of five ranks and a thousand households, and entrusted Yan Qingdu with full power to welcome the emperor's grandson back to the capital. No one should interfere, otherwise, he would be ordered to act cheaply.

To do it cheaply, that is, as long as Yan Qing feels it is necessary, he can even cut it first and play later.

On August [-]th, Yan Qingdu held the imperial decree and led a team of cavalry guards, thousands of horses, to leave Beijing in a mighty way, which alarmed the entire Bianjing city.

In the quiet courtyard, someone brushed away the tea dust in a calm manner, and said lightly, "Call me back."

On August [-]th, Yan Qingdu, a thousand households in front of the temple, returned to Beijing with a pair of monks.

In the carriage, Yan Qingdu stroked the little novice's bald head and said with a smile, "Do you remember? You can't call me adoptive father in the future, especially in front of grandpa."

The kid blinked his eyes and didn't understand, but he still nodded his head: "Brother?"

"Call, Yan Qingdu."

"Yan, Qing, Du." With a small mouth, he tried to call Yan Qingdu's name, as cute as a baby.

Yan Wujiu squinted his eyes and smiled, and kissed his little face: "That's it, so good. Grandpa misses you very much, likes you very much, and you should also like Grandpa. Treat Grandpa well, do you know? Father is like this."

The child obediently nodded vigorously, and said once: "Remember."

Yan Wujiu kissed his little hand again, blinking slowly: "Also, if you don't know what to say, don't say anything. I will always be by your side, don't be afraid."

Murong Chenxi's clear eyes suddenly widened, revealing a big smile.

Another monk in the carriage half closed his eyes, quietly watching them talking, the breath around him was very light, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

A hand landed on the back of his neck, and Fen Lian's half-closed eyes trembled slightly.

Yan Wujiu touched the water-green leaf veins stretched on the back of Fenlian's neck, it was a symptom of the onset of Yulinling Gu poison.

He casually leaned over, tilted his head slightly and looked into Fenlian's eyes: "Does Lianlian have a little nun who is so indifferent to me?"

Fen Lian's eyes were warm and moist, without any shadow or edge, she looked at him intently: "Only you."

Yan Wujiu blinked and smiled, covering the little novice's eyes with one hand, and wrapping around the monk's neck with the other, he slowly moved over and kissed Fenlian's tightly pressed thin lips.

"Monk, your sense organs are impure. However, I happen to be not a good person either."

Fen Lian's eyebrows and eyelashes drooped quietly, and that face with no desires and no desires, and the solemn face of the treasure, was completely untouched.

As if welcoming the only drop of honey in the sea of ​​bitterness, he raised his hand and gently pressed the back of Yan Wujiu's head, preventing him from retreating, and slowly deepened the kiss.

The author has something to say: Master: All living beings are bitter, only you are sweet.

There is no small theater recently, because Gugu has a cold, fever and headache.sad~