If she hadn't told Yi Feng about his father's death, maybe things would have been completely different now.

Or, if she hadn't used her internal strength to help Yan Wuchen dispel the cold, this situation would not have occurred now.

But does all this really have a lot to do with her?

"In fact, you're just giving him hope, and if you don't show up, whether he's alive or dead, he's going to get the same thing." Xiao Duo hugged his arms and said.

"Xiao Duo, when did you become a philosopher?" Yan Bei teased in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

Putting the responsibility aside or something, it will be easier to do.

"Miss Yan, you at this moment make me feel very strange." Yan Wuchen rubbed the stove and said in a low voice: "It seems like I just met you." ”

"Oh? Is it so magical? Yan Bei asked jokingly, not caring about what he said.

Yan Wuchen saw that she was still smiling, and the last faint smile on his face fell, he looked at her with a calm face and doubts, and suddenly asked her very seriously:

"Miss Yan, if you were asked to choose between Lingxiao Pavilion and this king, what would you choose?"

"Of course, I choose Lingxiao Pavilion!" She replied without hesitation.

Yan Wuchen was stunned, his eyes darkened completely, and he said coldly: "If you say so, aren't you afraid that I won't help you?" ”

She raised her eyebrows and asked funny, "Is there any difference between you helping and not helping now?" ”

"I don't know who helped whom." She added.

Yan Wuchen smiled angrily, and asked with a wry smile: "Is it that I don't look good?" ”

Why aren't you the same as you used to be?

His reaction startled Yan Bei, and she hurriedly nodded and said, "You are very good-looking, you have always been good-looking!" ”

"Then why doesn't Miss Yan stop looking at me and smirking like she used to?" He immediately asked, not intending to give her any respite.

"I giggled?" Yan Bei was shocked and frowned, "It turns out that I was a nymphomaniac in your eyes before?" ”

What a misunderstanding!

Yan Wuchen hooked his lips and sneered, and asked her with his eyes: Isn't it?

Yan Bei was speechless, looking at his exceptionally vivid handsome face, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his forehead, and said strangely:

"I don't have a fever, how do you feel that the prince is so abnormal today, is it because his brain is broken?"

"Yan Bei! You ......."

"How am I?" Before he finished speaking, she cut off his beard, hugged his arms and smiled: "We are all adults, don't play such childish tricks anymore, let's get down to business." ”

"Now the timing is right, I just want to know when the prince is ready to act."

"You are by the king's side every day, and you have no chance to go out to find out the news, why do you know so much?" Yan Wuchen asked suspiciously.

This was the most shocking point of his day.

It's a pity that Yan Bei's answer to him was, "Because I've experienced too much, I've seen this routine I don't know how many times." ”

Yan Wuchen was stunned, thinking that if you want to fool me, can you find another reason, but you want to deceive me with this kind of nonsense that you know at a glance.

But in fact, what Yan Bei said was all the truth.

She looked at his disbelieving expression and knew that he didn't believe what he said.

However, this is not the point, the focus still falls on the next arrangement.

Xu was tricked by Yan Bei like this, and all the perceptual cells were slapped to death, and Yan Wuchen, who returned to reason, was finally able to calm down and discuss the next course of action with her.

Commonly known as - Rebellion Manual!

Speaking of the rebellion, Yan Bei felt that he might be more skilled than Yan Wuchen, a novice.

After all, she is already a mature old driver.

The first step in rebellion is to be caught off guard, and when the opponent is defenseless, give a knowing blow, and the damage will definitely explode.

"Lord Wang, look at it, let's sauce purple first, then sauce sauce, then that and that, and finally like this, the matter is perfectly solved, what do you think?"

Yan Wuchen: "Why are you so skilled?!" ”

Yan Bei: "Because it's not the first time I've done this kind of thing, it's okay, don't be discouraged, although this is your first time, but with me, you can rest assured." ”

The rebel old driver helps you get to the top of your life!

Yan Wuchen looked at her confident gaze, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was far more terrifying than he imagined.

But because of this, her mystery became his poison, leading him step by step to the trap she set, and finally fell into the abyss.

August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival, it's a good day.

This day was the thirtieth day after the regent left the capital, and Yan Bei and the others believed that he, who had already walked to the borderland, would not be able to come back today.

In this month, Yan Bei, with the assistance of Yi Feng, a spy, successfully obtained the latest stronghold map of Lingxiao Pavilion, and arranged Yan Wuchen's manpower to go over, just waiting for an order before he could act.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was supposed to be a day of reunion, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, in the hearts of Yan Wuchen and others, is a day of separation.

Everything has been arranged, leaving Yan Bei to answer outside, Yan Wuchen changed into court clothes and entered the palace for the banquet.

In Yan Qingli's eyes, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is still the same as in previous years, without anything new, and even a little boring.

During the banquet, he almost fell asleep several times, but was finally called up by the chamberlain.

In the main hall, the lights are bright, and the singers and dancers come out and dance.

But while dancing, a demonic wind suddenly struck, instantly blowing out most of the candles in the hall.

Everyone only felt that their vision was dark, and when they felt strange, a sharp silver light flashed, and stabbed straight towards Yan Qingli in the main hall.

"There are assassins!"

I don't know who shouted first, and soon there was chaos in the hall, the inner attendants shouted "escort", and the courtiers were in a mess and shouted "help".

However, the big guy seemed to be just shouting in place, not only did no one come forward to help, but none of the guards came in.

In such a situation, people with good intentions immediately reacted that the situation was not good.

Looking at Yan Wuchen, who was dressed in white standing in the dark, the courtiers immediately reacted, turned around and wanted to run.

However, just as they turned their heads, the Praetorian Guards, who had been guarding outside the city, surrounded them first and trapped everyone in the main hall.

The silver mang has disappeared, but the strange thing is that the emperor's cry for help did not sound again.

Seeing this, the ministers standing beside Yan Wuchen immediately laughed, thinking that the emperor was dead, and waved and shouted at the Praetorian Guards outside:

"The saint has been assassinated, so don't you come in quickly to rescue the driver!"

"Yes!" The majestic male voice sounded outside the hall, but Yan Wuchen frowned when he heard it.

Looking up at the place where the voice came from by the faint candlelight, the person who came was burly, not the well-proportioned Lu Yu at all!

"Not good!" Yan Wuchen let out a low breath, and before the old ministers around him could react to what was going on, the candlelight in the hall was lit again.

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