Chapter 537

A familiar and pleasant smell of light fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose. Before she recovered, she felt some warmth in her ears. Brother Che was talking. His voice was very light and his tone was as gentle as ever, but every word he said was like a sharp knife, straight into her heart, one after another.

He said, "you'd better burn incense and worship the Buddha every day to pray for peace on July 7. Otherwise, this palace will let you live and die."

Zhen Jinghong's beautiful eyes stared round. He couldn't believe that this was what brother Che said when he was cold and never embarrassed.

His eyes were indifferent, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. But now when he looked again, he just felt scared. Zhen Jinghong killed Yan Qiqi to make himself happy. The second was to make Hao lianche sad, but she never thought that her childhood companionship could not equal the woman in his heart.

Zhen Jinghong trembled, and his repressed feelings were shot down by Hao lianche.

She first hummed a few times, then began to laugh, but she smiled with tears and bitter corners of her mouth. Others didn't know. Hao lianche didn't look at her again and turned and left.

"Don't you dare to thank me?" Naturally, the Regent didn't hear what Hao lianche said to her. When he saw the prince, he didn't blame him. He thought hong'er was crying with joy. He was relieved and hurried to urge Zhen Jinghong to stop when he was good.

Zhen Jinghong, with tears on his face, crawled on all fours and choked in his voice, "Your Highness's grace of not killing today is remembered by my daughter“

Hao lianche's footsteps paused, still didn't look back, "no need." Without waiting for them to step down, they left with their sleeves.

Looking at the prince leaving, Zhen Jinghong's eyes were red and his fists were clenched until his figure disappeared in the Chaolu hall. The ruthlessness in his eyes did not dissipate

Hao lianche, who finally stopped, returned to the star picking hall. Before he could catch his breath, Jing Shu hurried over again with a serious look. "Prince, my subordinates just went to the inn mentioned by the nine door inspector. It is really Cheng Guogong who lives in it!"

Hao lianche held the tea cup in his hand and said, "what are you talking about?"

Jingshu took a deep breath. "My subordinates knew you wouldn't believe it, so my subordinates stayed there for a long time and saw the Duke of Cheng go in with their own eyes."

Hao lianche's hard to stretch eyebrows frowned again, holding the right hand of the tea cover and unconsciously beating the tea, "Duke Cheng came so fast, I'm afraid someone answered in the dark."

Jingshu nodded. "Now there is only Xu Shian in the Yan country in the north. Is that him?"

I didn't expect Hao lianche to turn the conversation, "is there any news about Gongsun Li recently?"

Hao lianche felt more and more uneasy. He couldn't understand what the leader of the killer organization did. Why did he have to get involved in this muddy water if he could get the money and leave?

Jingshu looked ashamed. "Your Highness, your subordinates are not effective. They have sent many more people these days. They have not found Gongsun Li's trend. His whole person seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

Will he disappear?

Hao lianche naturally doesn't believe it. Such a person will only wait for the opportunity. His disappearance can only explain one thing. He is still hiding somewhere to plan big events!

"Send a letter to Bei Yu to let him pay attention to every move on the other side of Yan Guo. If necessary, he can use all the network of the star picking building, which is bound to inquire into the next plan of the dark night building."

"Yes!"

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Beiyu in the state of Yan hasn't had a smooth life these days. He has been walking on thin ice all day. As a painter, it doesn't matter. But recently, imperial concubine Qin didn't know which tendon was wrong. He drew countless portraits and did everything he could. Whenever his paintings were sent to the palace, imperial concubine Qin was always dissatisfied. She either complained that Beiyu had made her fat, or said that she didn't look right and was too flirtatious, Not one.

One comes and two goes, and Beiyu's ugly face after Zhang Yirong is broken and can't be seen.

Today, the imperial concubine was so excited that she simply called him to the back garden of the moon hall and asked Beiyu to draw another one at the scene, including Emperor Yan.

In the middle of the painting, the imperial concubine was not satisfied. She was making a scene. Beiyu was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do.

Emperor Yan was very happy and made a round in the middle, "Beiyu, the imperial concubine has been tossed by me these days. Don't blame yourself and continue painting."

The emperor was able to tease her about her bed. He thought he was in a very good mood. At the moment when Bei Yu lowered his eyes and smiled, there was a dark light across his eyes and soon disappeared.

Yan Di was comforting the imperial concubine who was sulking and hammered him in the chest with a small fist. An internal attendant came and told him that the son of God wanted to see him.

Emperor Yan was stunned, "son of the Ming Dynasty? Here comes Canaan? He ran away from home four years ago because of Ming muyuan Xuxian. How can he remember to visit me in the palace today? "

The first wife of muyuan in the Ming Dynasty was the Queen's sister. In terms of seniority, Emperor Yan was the close uncle of Canaan in the Ming Dynasty.

Beiyu was very conscious. He was about to pack up his painting tools and leave first. Unexpectedly, Emperor Yan stopped him. "Beiaiqing doesn't have to avoid. They meet their own people. There's nothing to avoid. Go on painting." He took another look at Qin Guifei. "Besides, if you can't draw what the Guifei is satisfied with today, your national brand won't be guaranteed. Do you say, Aifei?"

Qin imperial concubine seemed absent-minded. The emperor shouted a few times before she reacted. Well, her eyes kept glancing out.

Emperor Yan's eyes changed a few times, indicating that the internal supervisor called for an audience. He didn't see that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly several times when Beiyu listened to his words.

Soon mincanaan came in.

In the end, it was a young man who walked with the wind. Bei Yu didn't hold down the drawing paper he put aside. He was accidentally rolled away by the wind. Before he could pick it up, mingcanaan came in with quick eyes and quick hands. He quickly picked up the scattered paper, said sorry and put it away carefully.

"Canaan, why do you think of entering the palace today?"

Emperor Yan was in a good mood. He was more kind when talking. He didn't even care when Ming Canaan came in without any rules. Seeing him, Emperor Yan thought of the father of Ming Canaan. For a thin horse in Yangzhou, the Queen's sister was angry again in his mind, so he was a little distressed about his nephew.