Bloodline contract: Mr. Nan, lightly hug

With An Zihao's rescue, Ji Muyun hurriedly took a deep breath, and was almost ruined.

But as soon as he left the gate, Zimo looked at An Zihao.

"My lord, you didn't ask him to prepare some purple rice porridge at all!"

Hearing this, An Zihao's expression turned ugly.

He sat on his gilt chair with a look of indifference in his eyes.

"It seems that the king needs to do something. I thought he was just trying to compete with the king for the favor of the emperor. I didn't expect that he would even attack Mu Yun. Don't blame the king for being rude, you go The Ninth Prince's Mansion sent an order saying that this king heard that Nine Emperor Brother had just recovered, so this king will hold a banquet in the mansion to celebrate him."

Hearing this, Zimo already guessed what his master wanted to do.

Leaning over slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Actually, master should have done this long ago. Earlier, you were thinking of the kindness that the concubine Ming had given you in nurturing you, but you backed down every step of the way, and they kept pressing on. It's time for us to take action."

Throwing away his usual gentleness, An Zihao showed unprecedented terror in his eyes.

Touching the jadeite finger on his thumb, he looked into the distance.

"This king doesn't care about other things, but only Mu Yun, this king will never let anyone take him away."

After speaking, he handed a small red bottle in his cuff to Zimo.

Looking up at the sky, An Zihao sighed.

"Forget it, you put this thing into his wine glass tonight, and this king will make him drink it himself..."

Zimo was ordered to leave.

After standing there for a while, An Zihao left.

On the other side of the rockery, there was a trembling person hiding.

His lips were white and leaned there.

This person is none other than Ji Muyun.

It turned out that because he was worried that An Zihao's body hadn't fully recovered, he took the ointment he made and wanted to give it to him.

Unexpectedly, I overheard the conversation between the two of them.

He learned that he wanted to get rid of Nan Hanxi, and it was because of himself.

Ji Muyun was stunned there.

After a long time, he finally reacted.

Clenching his fist tightly, Ji Muyun muttered in a low voice: "No, absolutely not, I can't let Nan Hanxi have trouble."

After speaking, he left quickly.

And in the mansion of the Nine Princes.

Nan Hanxi was sitting on the seat and sipping tea.

Suddenly, they heard that Zimo's guards were coming beside An Zihao.

He couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

You must know that the master and servant have never been in this mansion before, could it be that a ghost has come out today?

Yun Mo next to him looked at him, motioning for him to come in.

Nan Hanxi waved his hand.

Soon, Zimo walked into the hall under the leadership of Yunmo.

"This subordinate pays homage to the Ninth Prince. This time I came here on the order of our prince. I hope that the prince can visit our palace at night. Because you were sick before, Ninth Prince, and now you have recovered, so our prince wants to give you Hold a banquet to show brotherly love."

Hearing this, Nan Hanxi couldn't help sneering in his heart.

What a brotherhood.

In An Zihao's heart, he was afraid that he was the only one with no brothers!

Pursing her lips, Nan Hanxi nodded.

"Okay, go back and tell Seventh Brother that the king will definitely attend the appointment on time."

Seeing that he agreed, Zimo nodded happily and left.

It's just that as soon as he left, Yun Mo stepped forward with a worried face.

"This subordinate thinks that the master should not go to the banquet. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. I am afraid that going this time is simply a Hongmen banquet. Because His Majesty punished the Seventh Prince before, so the people in the court are more on your side, the Seventh Prince. I'm afraid it hurts you so much, how could I kindly give you a banquet?"