With a "bang", Wen Ranran directly slammed open the door of the ancestral hall.

Wen Yuwan inside was taken aback, holding a Buddhist scripture, as if praying for blessings.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a scumbag of snacks at the corner of her mouth, Wen Ranran would have almost believed it.

Seeing that it was her, Wen Yuwan put down the book angrily, "There was no sound when I came, I thought it was my father, I was scared to death!" ”

"Stop talking nonsense, lend me your palace card!"

Wen Yuwan snorted coldly, her eyes rolled, "Hmph, you said you would borrow you?" What about the benefits? ”

Wen Ranran's eyebrows raised.

"Helped you avoid the punishment of kneeling in this ancestral hall?"

"Deal!"

Wen Yuwan stood up, pulled down the palace card on her waist, and handed it to Wen Ranran.

"I'm familiar with Xie Hong, basically I will send her pastries every once in a while, you go to the palace and be careful, don't bother me!"

"Yes, yes."

Wen Ranran nodded, she naturally knew the severity.

With a wave of his hand, he rushed out of the ancestral hall.

I casually packed boxes of pastries and changed into ordinary clothes.

At first glance, she is nothing more than a delicate and clever little maid.

Wen Ranran didn't dare to delay, and hurried to the gate of the palace, just in time to see Jiang Nanjin get out of the carriage and enter the palace.

She quietly followed, but before she entered the palace gate, she was stopped by Qiu Feng, the deputy general under Wang Shujun.

"What for?"

Wen Ranran's eyes rolled, and her eyebrows were lowered and shy.

"The slave maid is the maid next to the county lord, and she enters the palace to deliver pastries to Miss Xie Hong."

Qiu Feng didn't say anything, just looked at her suspiciously.

Wen Ran looked up in confusion.

Qiu Feng looked at Wen Ranran's face and was stunned, why did this girl look so much like Wensheng?

"The girl is delicate and frail, so you should not carry such dangerous tools as swords with you."

Qiu Feng pointed to the soft sword on Wen Ranran's waist.

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly froze.

Eyes so pointy?

Reluctantly handed over the soft sword, Qiu Feng was still not at ease, and asked the female officer to check Wen Ranran's whole body to make sure that there was no weapon before giving up.

"The East Palace is far away, why don't I send the girl over in person?"

Qiu Feng held on to his sword, but he was very polite at this time.

Wen Ranran pouted.

What if you let Qiu Feng send her in?!

Surveillance is surveillance, so high-sounding.

She was just about to think of a reason to refuse, when a guard came to report.

"Oh no! The king fainted! ”

Seeing Qiu Feng running away in a hurry, Wen Ranran straightened her clothes and entered the palace blatantly.

She was in a hurry, so she didn't notice Qianyu hiding in the shadows.

Just let Qiu Feng delay that troubled time, Jiang Nanjin has already gone away.

Seeing that the target person had entered the corner of a palace wall, Wen Ran hurriedly followed.

Turning around the corner, she slammed the brakes and covered her mouth in disbelief.

Jiang Nanjin was staring and fell in a pool of blood, with a knife in his chest, and his breath was weak.

Wen Ranran was frightened and just stepped forward to probe the other party's snort.

As soon as he got closer, his arm was firmly held by Jiang Nanjin.

"Fold ...... Excerpt ......"

After a few words, the person is completely lifeless.

"Lord Jiang, Lord Jiang ......"

Wen Ranran was a little anxious, remembering Jiang Nanjin's last words just now, and hurriedly groped along the other party's cuffs.

I searched around, but I didn't find anything related to the fold.

Her mind was in a mess, and before she could slip away, she heard an angry shout not far away.

"There are assassins! There are assassins in the palace! ”

"Catch her!"

Wen Ran was stunned.

Is this a mess again?