Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

The second prince tent.

With the tiger talisman in his hand, Duanmuyuan was excited for a while: "Why is this in your hand?"

"This is what my father sent back to me for safekeeping." Su Yan quietly raised the corner of her mouth, it seemed that she was pressing the right treasure.

Duanmuyuan temporarily suppressed the burning heat in his heart, took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Is this true?"

Su Yan had already figured out what to do before she came, so she didn't panic at all.

His eyes were open and he didn't dodge at all. He nodded lightly: "Well, sister looks like that..."

"Although Daddy loves her very much, he doesn't dare to give her important things, for fear that she will lose them accidentally."

After a pause, she continued:

"Actually, I don't know what this is. I originally thought that I would hand it back to Daddy when he came back, but I didn't expect him..."

She was to prevent Duanmuyuan from questioning her why she didn't give it to him at the beginning.

Under the candlelight, Duanmu Yuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while.

Exactly as she said.

Such an important thing, even if Su Ruifeng treasures Su Qiao again, he will not leave it to her for safekeeping.

After all, she's a fool, and she might just be deceived by someone and hand over things.

But in the General's Mansion, apart from Su Qiao, there was only Su Yan, a prostitute.

He couldn't believe those two aunties.

"So it is." God helped me.

Duanmuyuan squeezed the tiger talisman tightly, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, accompanied by huge ambition.

With the tiger march, one step closer to the throne.

No, it's not just one step, it's a sure thing.

Su Yan knew that she really made the right move.

He lowered his head slightly, printed the corners of his eyes with an embroidered handkerchief, and his voice was a little choked:

"My father doesn't know what's going on. Now there is no one in charge of the general's house, and my sister is like that..."

Su Yan deliberately wore a white gauze skirt tonight, standing at the table with her head down and weeping, looking a little weaker than usual.

The white and slender neck seemed to be coated with a layer of fluorescent light under the flickering candlelight.

Duanmuyuan had an interest in her before, if it weren't for the incident of Shang Xiang, he would not have stayed away from her intentionally these days.

At this time, he suddenly got the Tiger Run Talisman, and he was in a mood for a while, and couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyan won't cry anymore, uncle will be fine, he's just missing temporarily, no corpse is seen, no one dares to say that he is gone."

His mouth said it was fine, but his heart was the exact opposite.

The tiger talismans are all here, it seems that Su Ruifeng is really dead.

Otherwise, wouldn't he hold such an important thing by himself?

Would you take such a big risk and hand it over to a concubine?

However, Su Ruifeng is really amazing, to hide such an important thing to an unloved concubine.

No one thought of this!

Otherwise, not to mention the eldest brother, it is estimated that even the father has already acted.

Su Yan was excited, but still had a sad and weeping look on her face:

"But it's been more than a month, almost two months, and there is no news at all. What can I do next to the General's Mansion?"

"If only I could be like my sister, eat and drink every day, without having to think about anything. Sometimes I really envy her."

Duanmuyuan touched her face with some distress: "Why do you envy her? She is stupid..."

After a pause, he whispered in her ear, "Don't you still have me?"

"I...I..." Su Yan's cheeks flushed instantly with shame, and she looked like she was about to stop talking.

The husband was affectionate, the concubine was interested, and it was the middle of the night, and things came naturally.

It's just that when the two of them tossed halfway, a snake head suddenly hung down from the beam on the top of the tent.

The long red letter, 'hiss', quickly shrank and stretched.