Chapter 292： willing to be part of your plot

Chapter 292 Willing to be part of your plot

Sang Qi and Sang Zhi stared dumbfounded at the great general of a country leaving the house in despair. Although they were at odds, they still couldn't help looking at each other.

Both sides could see that the other was surprised, which seemed to be different from the rumors.

Sang Qi met Xiang Minghou once when he was five years old. In his memory, he was wearing armor, holding a big knife, and full of beards, just like the Four King Kong enshrined in the temple.

It is majestic and extremely scary, and it makes people feel intimidated at a glance.

At that time, Xiang Minghou had stared at him, and he was so frightened that he was seriously ill. During that year, he dreamed again and again, and all he dreamed were the Four King Kongs who looked like Xiang Minghou.

He was still a little apprehensive when he came to the mansion today. He didn't expect that after a few years, Xiang Minghou seemed to have changed, much younger than before...

Moreover, the little dolls were ashamed of Guan, and they still didn't refute, which was a little bit different from what they remembered.

Sang Zhi didn’t meet Xiang Minghou a few times, but every time he was unsmiling, cold and difficult to get in touch with. Today he knew that the general in private was like this.

Dean Chen shook his head and laughed. It was hard to imagine that a general of a country would be reduced to being ruled by his daughter. He had such a temper that an emperor dared to gossip, and he had no temper for his own daughter.

Daughter slave, that's what I'm describing.

"The dean is not going to talk about classics, when will it start." Sang Qi coughed lightly and pulled back his thoughts.

"This is not a place to give lectures, let's move to the courtyard." Dean Chen got up.

"En." Sang Qi also stood up.

"Girl, go to the master's room and get the classics."

"Master's classics are so heavy that I can't hold them in my arms. Why don't I let Brother Sang Zhi accompany me." Ye Qianning took Sang Zhi's little hand.

Sang Zhi also held her chubby hand subconsciously: "Dean, let me help her."

"Go, I will take His Royal Highness to the courtyard first." Dean Chen stroked his beard: "Prince, please."

Sang Qi glared at the two of them secretly, useless fat man.

"Let's go." Sang Zhi pulled her out of the door and turned around the corridor.

"Brother, do you know where the dean lives?"

Sang Zhi stopped walking when he heard the words, embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Follow me." Ye Qianning chuckled inwardly.

Sang Zhi was taken away with a smile on his lips, in a good mood.

The two came to Yuehua Xiaozhu, Ye Qianning ordered the gate to be closed, and Sang Zhi was puzzled.

"Luo Xuan, send the classics to the dean in half an hour. The dean and the prince asked about the eighth prince, and they said that I accidentally fell down, and the eighth prince took me to see a doctor." Ye Qianning ordered.

"yes."

"Aren't we here to get the classics?" Sang Zhi was puzzled.

"The title is, you sit down first." After Ye Qianning finished speaking, he turned his head and rummaged in the drawer.

Sang Zhi sat down and stared at her quietly.

Ye Qianning took out a red box, stood up and turned to see you, Sang Zhi looked at her, as if not vigilant.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm going to do something wrong to you?" She asked casually.

"you will not."

"Huh?" Ye Qianning was surprised.

"Anyone who wants to kill me must have a plan." Sang Zhi is very clear about the way to survive in the palace.

"I have plans too, aren't you afraid?"

"Even if you have a plan, it is definitely not life. If living can help you, I am willing to be a part of your plan." Sang Zhi's voice was very weak, but very serious.

With his status, no matter whether he has a disability or not, he is in the scheme of others.

Rather than being tricked by them, it would be better to be plotted by the little girl.

And... because he believed her!

Ye Qianning asked casually, but he didn't expect Sang Zhi to say such a thing, every word was serious but every word revealed sadness.

(end of this chapter)