"Indeed, the ten thousand dead soldiers that the emperor entrusted to Zhibai refused to obey Zhibai's orders. Zhibai also tested two people. They were just ordinary guards. How could they be dead soldiers? So the emperor's death
The scholar is still hiding in another place in the palace!"
"Fanshui's general idea is to attack the harem first, the front hall of the harem, lose Misiang, and kidnap the princess. We are afraid that Fengchun will not obey our arrangements when the time comes."
Xia Zhibai said calmly and handed the parchment back to the male waiter's hand.
"He will. After all, he can't save the princess on his own."
Leng Fengling smiled confidently, he had already seen through Fengchun.[
Xia Zhibai frowned and thought for a moment, but finally said nothing.
Leng Fengling was right, Fengchun's feelings for Qianxun were probably the most genuine, and he couldn't bear to let Qianxun suffer in this ordeal.
"Then...really follow this plan?"
"At present, this method is the most accurate, and... Murong Chenzhe cannot wait until the second day of August. He will definitely stand up on the same day as Xun'er and Ji, and will kill me. That's why Feng Canglun left the country in a hurry.
Go back to Ji State to bring in reinforcements."
Leng Fengling said coldly, "As for whether the princess is alive or dead, you have to divide the work well. If you don't treat her as a princess, you can do your own things."
Xia Zhibai's eyes were filled with confusion, and he raised his hands to Leng Feng Linggong, "Zhibai knows what to do! I will discuss it with Fan Shui and others."
Leng Fengling nodded, the two of them said another set of polite words, and then Xia Zhibai left.
It's time to prepare. The day of preparation should be the day when the storm starts.
Leng Fengling smiled coldly, Murong Chenzhe, let's wait and see, who will win and who will lose, it's still not certain yet...
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Yunluo day.
Yunluo still hasn't come.
Qianxun also had some free time. He went to Ling Palace and then came back for a lunch break.
Leng Fengling was more gentle to her than before, but there was a coldness hidden in the gentleness. Maybe it was because the shadow of the injured hand still remained in the heart of the beautiful Leng Fengling?
He held her in his arms, kissed her tenderly and tenderly, and told Murong Chenzhe's plan once, which made Qianxun feel confident.
As she expected, Murong Chenzhe will make her his queen on the day of her death.