Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Anyway, it won't be easy. Ouyang Xiangtian's old man is not so easy to deal with." Ling Zhongzheng snorted coldly, speaking of Ouyang Xiangtian's disdain. Ouyang Xiangtian was a **** abandoned by him that year. He wanted to use Ouyang Xiangtian to deal with Tianji elderly, but later he was abandoned because his character was too bad. How can he be convinced that he has grown so far?

"Master, I always feel that you are very hostile to Ouyang Xiangtian." Every time she mentioned the name Ouyang Xiangtian along the way, Ling Zhongzheng always dismissed it, and sometimes it became furious. There are various signs that these two Personally, it is not just the relationship between seniors and seniors, but she really can't think of the connection between them.

"It's just an abandoned son." Throwing a sentence lightly, Ling Zhong walked out of the main hall with his hands up.

"Abandoned child?" Leng Yetong stunned for a moment, reminiscing Ling Zhongzheng's words in her heart, and then she seemed to understand something, smiling with a smile, and said, "Oh, this is more interesting than I thought."

"It's tiring after rushing for so many days. Let's take a rest first and go to Liaocheng with a solitary loneliness." The prince closed his eyes a little tired, raised his hands and rubbed his churning head.

"Well, this letter wrote about the specific situation in the capital, including the details. Because Wang is not convenient to go directly to the East Palace, the things in the East Palace have always been taken over by Chu Feng. They have more detailed information. His Highness himself Take a closer look. "Leng Yetong handed the letter in hand to the prince, talking lightly, looking back at Duan Ying and Xiyue, saying," It's all gone, be careful these days, don't give it to anyone Grab the handle. "

"Yes, son." The two responded in unison. She looked up at the prince and the concubine, and thoughtfully raised her feet and left the main hall. Liaocheng, doomed.

Beijing, King Nan King's Mansion, in the study ..............

Sandalwood fragrance, the study is full of faint book scent, mountain-like memorials piled on the desk, neatly arranged according to classification. The man at the desk held a cinnabar pen in his hand, and looked at the words on the memorial word by word, thinking quietly, and then dropped his own comment.

Looking up, looking at the window, there was a slight pause, and a drop of red ink dripped on the cinnabar pen in his hand, like a fascinating plum blossom on the spreading memorial. Gently frowned, glanced roughly at the words on the memorial, and dropped the comment, then went to spread the next memorial.

After a long time, the memorial gradually came to an end, shaking a sore neck, gently sighing, put down the cinnabar pen in his hand, got up, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, his head was a sky What are you doing now? Do you have a good meal? Do you sleep well? Is there any danger? And ... do you miss him? Gently smiled, like the rising sun in winter, when did it start to become so sloppy? She said that she would be fine and that there were still shadows around her.

"Master, Chu Feng's news about the East Palace." Lin Yan gently slammed the door of the study, carefully opened the door, walked in, handed the letter in his hand to Bailimomo, and stood aside. , Waiting for his next command.