Chapter 727

But let's not say it, this matter matters. If Xie Jingxing knows about it himself, it has led to a big mistake. He can be a close secret guard, and he may be dead.

Between righteousness and life, Tieyi chooses the latter decisively.

He said: "Su family, Su Mingfeng, Luo Ling, Feng Zixian, the eldest son of the Feng family, all come to Shen's house."

"Feng Zixian?" The young man turned and stared at the iron clothes' eyes and asked, "why did Feng Zixian come to the door?"

The iron clothes back was cold, and he hardened his head and said, "because Shen Xin is in a hurry to marry Miss Shen Wu, because there is news in the palace that the prince intends to marry Miss Shen Wu as his side imperial concubine. The Shen family didn't want Miss Shen to marry into the east palace. They wanted to marry her out before the edict came down. Miss Feng and Miss Shen are good friends, so they went to find elder brother to help them out... "

"When did the news come from the palace?" Xie Jingxing asked slowly, but his voice seemed to be coated with ice.

Iron clothes dare not look at Xie Jingxing's eyes at all, and his head will be lowered to the ground, saying: "five days ago."

"The news from five days ago has just arrived?" Xie Jingxing is not angry but laughs. His beautiful peach blossom eyes seem to have anger. He said, "this king doesn't know when he raised a group of wastes."

The air in the room suddenly cooled down and seemed to be colder than outside. Even with the warm charcoal fire, the pigeons on the table gave a "coo" and their heads retracted into their feathers.

Tieyi wanted to cry without tears, but he still had to finish what he had not finished saying. He said, "today, the palace will send a message to the Shen family. Tomorrow, Miss Shen will enter the palace alone. The queen has something to talk about."

Before the words fell, he saw that the beautiful young man in purple was in a flash. He had already arrived at the door. He pulled off his fox fur coat and put it on. He said in a cold voice, "prepare the horse."

Iron clothes a Leng: "master son, not tomorrow morning..."

Xie Jingxing coldly glanced at him, iron clothes hit a cold war, what did not dare to say.

This night, the wind and snow, cold to the bone, some people in the warm bed can not sleep, some in the gorgeous mansion to discuss the plot of killing people and goods. Some people, of course, live in the jiuchonggong palace to point out the mountains and rivers, while others ride a BMW thousands of miles away in the snow and wind.

Some are happy, some are sad, some are anxious, some are elated. The picturesque mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty and the song and dance of the capital have been in full swing. When it comes to the new year's pass, everyone can see the surging wind and clouds under the calm lake.

I will play with you in the palace.

The man was dressed in blue clothes, and the chess game on the table was in a state of disorder, with white characters and black dots interlaced. It was extremely complex. Every step, he had to think for a long time. It seemed that he had reached the bottleneck, but the sunspot in his hand could not do it.

The lamp swayed slightly and was about to go out. He got up and put on the oil, and the light returned to the room. The man's eyes and eyebrows are full of sunshine and the style of a modest gentleman. He seems to have lofty bones and blue frost in his heart. However, there is no joy between his eyebrows and his eyes, and there is sadness that cannot be separated.

This is Pei Lang.

Pei Lang looked out of the window at the snowy night and sighed heavily.

Fu Xiuyi did a good job in this move. Fu Xiuyi has nothing to do with Fu Xiuyi, whether it is a success or a failure. Whatever the result, it is the prince's misfortune, the king of Zhou's misfortune, or the Shen family's misfortune, which is a good thing for Fu Xiuyi.

In such a chess game, Shen Miao has almost no other way to go. Even if there is one, it is also the next policy. Fu Xiuyi is sure to make a profit without losing.

Pei Lang is worried about Shen Miao.

He doesn't know why he should worry about Shen Miao. If Shen Miao dies, he can follow Fu Xiuyi with justice. Fu Xiuyi relies on him very much. If he doesn't read him wrong, he has the talent of an emperor. In the future, he will be promoted to heaven and enjoy his wealth and glory. He can also better protect the fireflies in the dark.

However, he still did not want Shen Miao to lose.

These days, Fu Xiuyi suspected that there was a traitor in the mansion. He doubled the number of guards in Ding Wang's mansion. Even a fly couldn't fly in, let alone spread news. He had no way to communicate with Shen Miao by letter, so he could only worry in the dark.

It is said that Shen Miao will go to the palace alone tomorrow. It happens that he will also enter the Palace tomorrow. Although he is Fu Xiuyi's aide, he is also a small official.

Shen Miao has no way out. Will there be any other vitality under the dead end?

A moment later, Pei Lang looked at the chess game in front of him. It was already a dilemma. There was no need to go down again. He put one hand against the corner of the table and suddenly turned back.

Just gently lifted, the whole board of chess pieces instantly fell, large and small fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

The ground was in a mess.

The original situation, nothing can be seen.

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