Lin Wujing suddenly had a doubt, whose person is Mingxiluo? Lingguo Duke’s Mansion? The crown prince or the crown prince’s concubine?

Lin Wujing withdrew his gaze and the look of the princess's wife just now flashed in her mind. She... seemed not to take these things to heart.

...

The Fanxing Pavilion where the Nine Kings stayed.

Wu Xun's armor was not retreating and looked at Zhu Zhiliang. This feeling was not good. Every veteran didn't want to see his era be replaced, and no one would wait for the newcomers to shoot them, the old people, to death on the beach.

The arrival of the Crown Prince's era means that they will eventually give up the power and everything they appear in, but they belong to the Ninth Prince's Mansion and are the dead soldiers of the Ninth Prince. They have also thought about following the Dragon's merit and being the prime minister, rather than being a bullshit prince or the Crown Prince's Imperial Guard!

Zhu Zhiliang made him see, and he understood the thoughts of these people. The Ninth Prince’s eight Yuan generals, twenty-four generals, and more than one hundred young generals, each of them could throw troops to wipe out the bandits of Daliang, and have a prosperous country and peace.

But: "It's just an accident, why bother with it?"

"I don't want to be upset. If you find another person who will not lose the disadvantage when fighting with the Nine Kings, I will not be upset immediately."

"You have also fought with the Nine Kings."

Wu Xun's voice was loud: "My fucking arm almost destroyed at that time!"

"How do you know that his arm is not ruined? What you see may not be true. Perhaps the prince may not be able to lose his strength for the sake of the prince."

Wu Xun seemed to be a lion who cheered up in an instant: "Really?"

Zhu Zhiliang sighed in his heart, just about to speak.

Butler Liang personally brought the tea in: "Try my skills, what are you two talking about? Drink tea, the best Maojian, the Ninth Prince, I will prepare it for you."

Wu Xun was unhappy, but he hurriedly took it over. Mr. Liang, the owner of the Nine Prince Mansion, was raised by him by him, and the Nine Prince was even more important to him when he was young: "Who can drink it?"

Butler Liang smiled kindly: "Isn't it just that he loses, who can win every battle?"

"I don't accept losing to such a hairy child who has not been translated into scriptures."

Butler Liang didn't care: "There are so many strange people in the world. Maybe tomorrow will a person with the ability to spread mountains and rivers. You are still lucky to be able to fight with the Ninth Prince. Shui Ming is a good physical fitness, but it does not mean that this person is very good at marching and setting up formations."

Wu Xun also knew, but: "Uncle Liang, you haven't seen those people flattering the prince today-" Who has been protecting Daliang for the long-term stability in these years? Now the prince has not yet gained a foothold, just like a cunning rabbit and a lackey. Besides, how long can the prince live? Who will support the entire Daliang at that time? It's their prince!

And—and——————————————if it wasn’t their prince… he would have been the emperor.

Butler Liang glanced at Wu Xun, who was blushing and had a thick neck, and his expression was still calm: "The prince is the prince of Daliang. What's wrong with the officials flattering the prince? You have an objection."

"I--" Wu Xunben couldn't say the specific meaning, but he was just not worth it for the Ninth Prince and felt sorry for the Prince.

Zhu Zhiliang drank a little tea, good tea. When he saw that he didn't drink it, he touched his cup with a good temper: "Drink."

Wu Xun stood up and said, "I won't drink anymore." He left angrily.

"It's good to go out and have a good time, don't drink." Butler Liang watched the junior leave worriedly before looking at Zhu Zhiliang.

Zhu Zhiliang nodded bitterly, and the two sighed together.

The Ninth Prince had no intention of throne, and the situation was inevitable now. But I didn’t expect that things would come so quickly. They just walked around the northwest and Daliang was already in a different state.

"Mincilo?"

Zhu Zhiliang nodded: "Although I didn't have much contact, I could see that I had a very important person."

If you use the word "weight" to Zhu Quality, you are naturally not an ordinary person: "The prince seems to appreciate him quite." But this person appeared too early and the time was not right. The prince was also upright and in his prime, which would have a significant impact on their lineage.

"Since this is the way it is, it's all."

Zhu Zhiliang looked at Butler Liang.

Butler Liang also looked at him.

Zhu Zhiliang suddenly said, "The tea is good."

“Of course it’s good.”

...

——When the mountains rise up, the scenery stops.

After reading it, Xiang Xinci gently folded the paper strips with his fingers and folded them into a thin line of paper. He put them in through the hollowed-out gap in the incense burner. With the aromatherapy, there was also a burning smell of paper.

Aunt Qin sewed a skirt for the little princess: "Empress, you're still angry."

"No." It's been a long time since then, what's so angry about?

When Aunt Qin shook her head and raised her, she wouldn't listen even if she mentioned her.

"Empress, Empress——"

Aunt Qin frowned: "Run slowly, why are you anxious? What's the matter?"

Joule ran away a little panickedly: "Empress, the emperor... the emperor is in trouble..."

Xiang Xinci raised her head.

Aunt Qin suddenly put down her work and immediately looked at Joule.

Joule nodded: "When I came, the imperial physician was there, and the Ninth Prince and the Prince were there."

Xiang Xinci slowly lowered her long eyelashes and slowly used the few remaining paper threads to tick the invisible ash: "What's the hurry, it's not that there is no definite news yet." There was no intention of leaving.

Aunt Qin stood up and said, "Empress, why don't we go and have a look..."

"Lin Wujing."

"Subordinate is here."

"You go and have a look, you don't have to come back and report it if you have nothing to do."

"yes."

Aunt Qin felt up and down when she heard this, and she suddenly lost the mood to make clothes. The emperor had been sick for a while. If the emperor went--if the emperor went--

Aunt Qin was moved after thinking about it. How could she not be moved? As long as the emperor goes, the prince will be...

Xiang Xinci suddenly smiled as she looked at Aunt Qin's anxious look.

When Aunt Qin heard the Empress’s laughter, she immediately picked up the work, did it, and did it.

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Chapter completed!