In the same night, the Nanling Palace, which was quiet and peaceful, was shrouded in haze with the Imperial History Mansion in the ring city.

In the hall of the mansion, Yushi Tang Haiyuan kept walking around with his hands behind his back, with an angry face.

Tang Cheng, the son of Tang who was invincible outside, stood on the side and lowered his head at this time, not daring to say a word. Even if the wound on the city wall was still aching during the day, he didn't dare to squeak and sit down.

On the other side, there were also Mrs. Yushi and other female dependents, and everyone had worries on their faces.

"You said you, why did you cause such a big thing! What can I do now? "Mrs. Yushi wept, hating iron does not make steel.

"Usually forget about making a little trouble outside, there are many people outside who will give face to the master, but this time it is really a big disaster, why did you provoke the king of Nanling!"

"In the past, King Nanling was difficult, not to mention that now there are more empress dowagers and General Qin behind him, if one is not handled well, I am afraid that the lord's official position will not be kept."

"I mentioned it to the eldest lady a long time ago, and asked her to persuade her to be more restrained, and I was reprimanded, everyone thought I was jealous, now it's good ......to look at it."

"Enough!" Tang Haiyuan drank vigorously, interrupting the women's words.

Saying these things at this time is nothing more than falling into a well, worrying on the lips, except for being a mother-in-law, which one is not gloating?

Although the ladies kept their mouths shut, the eyes they looked at each other before were extremely disapproving. Tang Cheng is the son of the eldest lady, and he is always protected by the eldest lady on weekdays, but now that he is finally in trouble, it is too late for them to be happy, where can they really worry?

Everyone even wished that this matter would make a big fuss, so that the status of Dafang and Tang Cheng in the master's heart would change.

"Stand down, all of you." Rubbing his eyebrows, Tang Haiyuan pulled the concubines back, and without looking at Tang Yan who was still there, he walked to the chair and sat down.

He was silent, and finally sighed deeply, always straightening his body down, and his spirit seemed to be several years old.

"Dad, I, I really didn't know that person was the prince's guard......"

"You go down too, it's me who teaches my son no way, and I can't complain."

The old man spoke, but Tang Yan didn't dare to stay longer, and left the hall with his head down.

From the time he was escorted to the yamen by officers and soldiers during the day, his whole person was panicked, and even now, his hands are still shaking uncontrollably.

used to be in the capital, who knew his identity and didn't give him some face? Even the officers and soldiers of the capital government were respectful when they saw him.

But this time it was different, he was not stupid, and he had vaguely guessed something from the change in the attitude of the officers and soldiers towards him.

However, what really defeated him was that after arriving at the Yamen, Fu Yin personally told him that Wei Zi was the name of King Nanling's personal guard.

King Nanling.

At that time, those three words were like a sharp sword, piercing him into his heart and piercing him out of his body.

Mobilize officers and soldiers to search and arrest the whole process? Tear people into pieces?

It's a joke when you think about it.

The son of the imperial history, people are not afraid at all.

In the end, not only did he not dare to move a finger, but he was in the Imperial History Mansion, from the moment he knew what happened during the day and knew who he had offended, the sky above the mansion was covered with dark clouds.

Back in the room, Tang Cheng kept walking around the room, flustered, and the six gods had no owner.

If he had known that those two ordinary-dressed women had something to do with King Nanling, he wouldn't have followed him even if he chopped off his legs!

After so many years of fun, the reason why he only picks civilian women is because civilians have no identity

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Jing, even if the incident happened, those people couldn't bear him, and it wouldn't have any impact on his father's official position.

How could I have imagined that one day I would stumble!

He's going to have to figure out how to remedy it!

The night gets deeper and thicker, and in the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

A black shadow silently rolled into the Imperial History Mansion, without alarming anyone.

At this time, the house was almost full of black lights, only one courtyard room was still lit, and the black shadow did not hesitate and dived directly to that place.

After a few moments, the lights in the room went out, and there was no movement coming from inside.

Early the next morning, the Imperial Mansion exploded again.

In the early morning, when the people in the house went to Tang Yan's room to serve according to their habits, they found that the person was lying on the ground, sleeping silently, and there was nothing unusual on his body, but there was a note nailed to the bed beam next to him.

——Net six roots, self-cultivation.

The subordinate immediately took the note and stumbled to find the master.

Tang Haiyuan had just gone down to the court at that time, and when he saw the note, his heart chuckled, and then his face turned pale, and his whole person was full of heavy decadence.

"Iniquity, iniquity!" He had already made up his mind, and when he could get to the next court, he would take Tang Cheng to the Nanling Palace, and he would be guilty of asking for guilt.

I didn't expect it to be a step too late after all.

Scrapped, his eldest son of Tang Haiyuan, scrapped.

"Master, what the hell is going on? On the note is ...... What do you mean? Lady Goshi was equally pale and shaky.

She vaguely guessed, but refused to believe it.

"Pass the imperial doctor, in addition, go to the treasury and pick out all the valuable gifts that can be picked, take that son of a, and go to the Nanling Mansion with me!"

The turmoil of the imperial historian soon spread out of the house and was boiling in the area of the Beijing official mansion.

Only the Nanling Mansion was not affected.

Feng Qingbai came back from the next court, ready to take Liu Yusheng to the palace, and kicked a certain wing of Liu Yun Pavilion halfway.

"Later, if someone comes to the door, you can send it away."

The people inside didn't wake up, and their speech was vague, "This is your house and not mine, if there are guests coming to the door, you will be entertained by yourself, don't bother the master." ”

"Breaking into the official's mansion and poisoning him, according to the law of Nanling, is to use lynching and go to prison. This king has always kept his statutes, and when the time comes, will he deliver you up? ”

"Feng Qingbai, your uncle, there are seven non-smiling at the door of Lao Tzu's room, there is a kind of you will try to stand more?"

"Oh, I've taken the Hundred Poison Pill, and it hasn't expired yet." After a pause, the man said, "My uncle has been an ancient man for a hundred years, and if I want to see him, I can send him off at any time." ”

In the room, Xue Qinglian stretched out her sleepy eyes and went crazy.

Fuck this girl is his nemesis!

Sending him off to his uncle? I'm looking for your sister!

Bullying is definitely not a thing!

grabbed the pillow and slammed it at the door, Xue Qinglian wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, lest she rush out and break the net with the girl on an impulse.

Without much delay, Feng Qingbai took Liu Yusheng and rushed directly out of the palace to the palace, it seemed that he was two points more eager than before, as if he was hiding something.

"What's wrong?" Sitting in the carriage, Liu Yusheng asked casually.

"Nothing, avoid unnecessary trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Liu Yusheng asked again, this is not like Feng Qingbai's style.

When did he become a trouble-prone man?

She is the one who is afraid of trouble.

(End of chapter)