"One, a son." The little palace maid looked at him in horror.

Yuwen Changyun snorted coldly, "If you don't tell the truth again, this king will break your neck." ”

The little palace maid burst into tears, and said tremblingly: "It's just a beautiful son." He, he's in front. ”

Yuwen Changyun's eyes looked straight at her, as if he was discerning the truth of her words, but the force in his hand did not relax at all, but pinched it tighter and tighter, and the little palace maid struggled, but was controlled by him.

The whites of her eyes rolled upward, seeing that she was about to return to her hometown, and in the next second, Yuwen Changyun let go of her.

The little palace maid escaped death and coughed incessantly.

Just now, as long as this palace maid was facing death, there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes, and her life was really gone.

"Lead the way." Yuwen Changyun Leng Sen ordered.

As soon as the little palace maid heard his voice, her body shook slightly uncontrollably, and she hurriedly stood up and led the way in front.

The two walked to the side hall, and the little palace maid pointed to the palace in front of them and said, "He is inside." ”

Yuwen Changyun was suspicious, so he wouldn't push the door in by himself, and said to her, "Push open the door." ”

The little palace maid pushed away and walked into the palace first, and Yuwen Changyun followed in.

When he stepped into the hall, he noticed Yan Qing lying on the bed at a glance, he was startled, and walked towards him quickly, and at this moment, a small silver needle pierced the back of Yuwen Changyun's neck.

Yuwen Changyun's pupils widened, and he looked at the little palace maid in dismay.

The little palace maid who was still submissive was cold at the moment, her eyes were sharp, and she was not an idle person at first glance.

The palace maid moved Yuwen Changyun to the bed, took off all the clothes on the two of them, and popped out a very small thing in her hand into the incense burner, and a colorless, tasteless, domineering and powerful medicine filled the entire hall.

When the little palace maid came out, when she saw Bei Yutang at the door, the expression on her face was still changed to another face, "Miss, the matter has been done." After two quarters of an hour, you can bring someone here. ”

"Okay." Bei Yutang waved at her, and the little palace maid left quietly.

Bei Yutang looked at the closed palace door, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and walked towards the banquet hall with brisk steps.

At the same time, the little palace maid who had just separated from Bei Yutang appeared in the imperial garden. Kneeling on the ground at this moment, in front of her stood a person, dressed in a crescent-colored robe, standing with his hands in his hands.

"Bring people over." A cold voice overflowed from the man's mouth.

"Yes." The little palace maid replied in awe.

On the other hand, the little guy who served the crescent moon robe said, "Master, isn't it too cheap for them?" ”

These two people actually hit the body of their prince with their family, and they really don't know whether they are alive or dead.

"Someone has to clean them up."

The man turned around, revealing a handsome face, with long eyebrows like willows, a body like a jade tree, black hair like silk, and the moonlight shining on his long body, reflecting a faint silver light.

The little girl didn't care in his heart, that Princess Jing was a little smart, but she couldn't compare to the shadow them. Today's matter, if it weren't for their prince's action, she might not have completed it so smoothly.

At this time, Bei Yutang had already returned to the banquet ground.

Just after drinking a few glasses of wine, when Bei Yutang was about to act, there was a little commotion at the banquet, and the three-year-old Eighth Emperor chased a dog and got lost.

The eighth prince is the youngest son of the queen's mother, and the emperor and queen love him very much, but now that he is lost, he is worried.