Did he hear it right just now? His little cousin plans to destroy the country by force, and then capture the prince and come back to get married!!!
Involuntarily, Chunyu Yi picked his ears.
He must have heard wrong. Why is Lan Yan so angry? Is his little cousin a bandit?!
Lan Jieyu didn't care what Chunyu Yi's expression was. She turned around and walked out. At the same time, a stream of light passed between her brows.
She wants both Tian Che and Mo Yan Che!
【Long live Her Majesty the Queen】
"I heard that Lan Jieyu is approaching Kailan Pass. If Kailan Pass is lost, the imperial capital will also be in danger."
Feng Xizi dialed her beloved golden abacus as calmly as if she were talking about the weather during a meal.
Mo Zhilan hung his wrist in front of the memorial. After hearing his beloved wife's words, he curved his lips and smiled lightly, "This morning's five-hundred-mile emergency report, Xiao Lixi and Guo Zijun have been confronting each other for three days. It seems that they are about to attack the city."
snap——
Popping out a golden bead with her bare hands, Feng Xizi squinted her eyes and looked sideways at her vixen husband.
Knowing clearly that Lan Jieyu was approaching Kailan Pass, he was still so calm. Either he was confident or he was well prepared.
"Are you not in a hurry?"
"Why are you so anxious? The three states that Lan Jieyu took were originally Chunyu Zijin's betrothal gift for marrying Lan Qingruo. Now that Lan Qingruo has gone, so has Chunyu Zijin. It makes sense for Lan Jieyu to go back to those three states.
Among them." He answered unhurriedly, and the smile on Mo Zhilan's lips became much deeper.
Feng Xizi recognized this smile. Every time he had any conspiracy, he would show this vixen-like expression, which meant that someone was going to be unlucky again!
"Have you forgotten that Lan Jieyu said that he wanted to marry Che'er?"
"Remember."
"But they are about to start a fight now, please think of a way!" Feng Xizi dropped the golden abacus, stood in front of Mo Zhilan with his waist clasped, and raised his eyebrows.
Mo Zhilan smiled half-heartedly and nodded: "I've thought of a way."
"Huh?" Feng Xizi's eyes widened.
With a smile, he held her on his lap and sat down. Mo Zhilan pecked her cheek and said slowly: "Let Che'er marry him and settle the fight with him."
"...go to hell!"
In the Heyan Palace, the sound of clanging could be heard all the time.
People coming and going in the palace looked at each other and all guessed that your majesty must have made the queen unhappy again.
The result is that Heyan Palace is about to face its fifth renovation after the fourth this year...
At the same time, not far away in the Zichen Palace.
The man kneeling on the ground was dressed in military uniform, with an upright face. He had a silver helmet in his hand, and the helmet had a tassel symbolizing the general.
He is Tianche's famous general, Guo Zijun.
The dappled sunlight filtered through the window lattice and covered the palace in an orderly manner, but Guo Zijun's face was not good, and he was kneeling straight.
Since he entered the palace, he has been kneeling for almost half an hour, but the people sitting in high positions did not pay him any attention. Without orders, Guo Zijun could only keep kneeling.
His slender fingers held a red pen, and in his hand was a memorial that was half a man tall. The young man's face was slightly obscured by the memorial. From the direction of Guo Zijun, all he could see was his skin as white as jade, and his black hair like flowing springs.
After a long while, he finished reviewing a volume of memorials, then put down the ink pen in his hand and raised his eyes slightly.
"When you come back, do you want to apologize or explain?"
The young man's voice is clear and elegant, like the third string on a guqin, touching people's hearts.
The warm voice echoed in Zichen Palace, which was clearly sweet and moving, but when it came to Guo Zijun's ears, he didn't even dare to breathe.