It seems like she only remembers two kinds of people in her heart, the bad guys and the good guys.
"You seem to have nothing to do with King Changping, right? What's wrong with him?"
Yan Buhuan deeply disliked Prince Changping's family, especially Changping and Changyin. One was arrogant and domineering without any reason, and the other was self-righteous without any reason.
On the contrary, Chang Nian, who is about to marry Xuanyuan Mu, is better, but his temper is a bit too weak.
"I remember one time, King Changping ran to Zheng Ming and asked Zheng Ming to frame King Huijiang. Zheng Ming didn't agree, so King Huijiang went back."
Is there such a thing? There is really no despicable thing, only more despicable ones.
Yan Buhuan was about to turn around and leave, but a bold idea came to his mind. King Changping was very dissatisfied with the Yan family and made things difficult for him at every turn. He even ran to Zheng Ming and asked Zheng Ming to help get rid of his father.
If King Changping dies tonight...
There is a saying in Buddhism: The clouds are not moving, the wind is not moving, only the human heart is moving.
No matter how kind a person is, once he has evil thoughts, he has already entered the devil's path.
It's too late to catch up now. If King Changping is really the only one in the carriage, then adding the driver, there will only be two people.
"Xiaoya, you go back alone, I have something to do."
"Where are you going?"
"Don't ask any more questions. You can go back by yourself, you know? If you are caught for fun and are taken back, don't blame me!" Yan Bu threatened.
The little face under the mask was really frightened: "Okay, I'll go back right away. By the way, if the prince asks me where you have been, what will you say?"
Yan Buhuan thought about it, and couldn't help but think of Jiao Li: "Well... let's just say that I went to Prince Mu's Mansion to visit Young Prince Yan Li."
No matter how suspicious his father was, he couldn't personally ask someone to come to Prince Mu's mansion to find her out.
Mu Qingya nodded seriously: "Okay, I'm going."
…
The moonlit night is pale, with stars dotted in the cold. Everything on the earth is washed by the moonlight. The mountains in the distance are rolling, and they are outlined like a beast that is ready to explode at any time.
Yan Buhuan followed the traces of the ruts and caught up to here, but only found the horseman driving the cart.
The cold dagger was pressed against the coachman's neck. Yan Buhuan did not cover her face, which meant that she was bound to win tonight.
"Tell me, where has King Changping gone?" The low voice was full of threats.
The coachman was so frightened that he shivered. The cold light in Yan Buhuan's eyes reflected the luster of the dagger. The coachman swallowed his saliva and said, "On... on the top of the mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coachman slowly fell down with his eyes wide open, and a trace of blood was clearly printed on his neck. Yan Buhuan bent down and wiped the bloody dagger on the coachman's body, then tiptoed towards the top of the mountain.
.
…
Jiao Li stood facing the wind, with his hands behind his back, his perfect lower jaw slightly raised, greedily breathing in the breath of the night.
He left a letter to Xuanyuan Mu last night, which was regarded as a declaration of war. If Xuanyuan Mu continues to prevent him from coming out, if he is given an opportunity in the future, Jiao Li swears that he will definitely let Xuanyuan Mu out every day.
Everything went by in a very rhythmic manner.
Fortunately, Xuanyuan Mu did not take any more medicine after weighing the severity, so he was able to wake up smoothly tonight.
Standing in front of him was an isolated tomb, which was not fully repaired and seemed to have been erected in a hurry.
Jiao Li slowly raised his lips and revealed an intriguing smile. "I remember him, he is a big bad guy."
It seems like she only remembers two kinds of people in her heart, the bad guys and the good guys.
"You seem to have nothing to do with King Changping, right? What's wrong with him?"
Yan Buhuan deeply disliked Prince Changping's family, especially Changping and Changyin. One was arrogant and domineering without any reason, and the other was self-righteous without any reason.
On the contrary, Chang Nian, who is about to marry Xuanyuan Mu, is better, but his temper is a bit too weak.
"I remember one time, King Changping ran to Zheng Ming and asked Zheng Ming to frame King Huijiang. Zheng Ming didn't agree, so King Huijiang went back."
Is there such a thing? There is really no despicable thing, only more despicable ones.
Yan Buhuan was about to turn around and leave, but a bold idea came to his mind. King Changping was very dissatisfied with the Yan family and made things difficult for him at every turn. He even ran to Zheng Ming and asked Zheng Ming to help get rid of his father.
If King Changping dies tonight...
There is a saying in Buddhism: The clouds are not moving, the wind is not moving, only the human heart is moving.
No matter how kind a person is, once he has evil thoughts, he has already entered the devil's path.
It's too late to catch up now. If King Changping is really the only one in the carriage, then adding the driver, there will only be two people.
"Xiaoya, you go back alone, I have something to do."
"Where are you going?"
"Don't ask any more questions. You can go back by yourself, you know? If you are caught for fun and are taken back, don't blame me!" Yan Bu threatened.
The little face under the mask was really frightened: "Okay, I'll go back right away. By the way, if the prince asks me where you have been, what will you say?"
Yan Buhuan thought about it, and couldn't help but think of Jiao Li: "Well... let's just say that I went to Prince Mu's Mansion to visit Young Prince Yan Li."
No matter how suspicious his father was, he couldn't personally ask someone to come to Prince Mu's mansion to find her out.
Mu Qingya nodded seriously: "Okay, I'm going."
…
The moonlit night is pale, with stars dotted in the cold. Everything on the earth is washed by the moonlight. The mountains in the distance are rolling, and they are outlined like a beast that is ready to explode at any time.
Yan Buhuan followed the traces of the ruts and caught up to here, but only found the horseman driving the cart.
The cold dagger was pressed against the coachman's neck. Yan Buhuan did not cover her face, which meant that she was bound to win tonight.
"Tell me, where has King Changping gone?" The low voice was full of threats.
The coachman was so frightened that he shivered. The cold light in Yan Buhuan's eyes reflected the luster of the dagger. The coachman swallowed his saliva and said, "On... on the top of the mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coachman slowly fell down with his eyes wide open, and a trace of blood was clearly printed on his neck. Yan Buhuan bent down and wiped the bloody dagger on the coachman's body, then tiptoed towards the top of the mountain.
.
…
Jiao Li stood facing the wind, with his hands behind his back, his perfect lower jaw slightly raised, greedily breathing in the breath of the night.
He left a letter to Xuanyuan Mu last night, which was regarded as a declaration of war. If Xuanyuan Mu continues to prevent him from coming out, if he is given an opportunity in the future, Jiao Li swears that he will definitely let Xuanyuan Mu out every day.
Everything went by in a very rhythmic manner.
Fortunately, Xuanyuan Mu did not take any more medicine after weighing the severity, so he was able to wake up smoothly tonight.
Standing in front of him was an isolated tomb, which was not fully repaired and seemed to have been erected in a hurry.
Jiao Li slowly raised his lips, revealing an intriguing smile.
