Seeing An Shucheng turned and left, he was also preparing to follow the same path back to Prince Xiao's Mansion, but in the dark night, a dark shadow flashed, and a person quickly flashed into the front yard.
He is very agile and moves fast.
Without hesitation, Rong De followed quietly.
In the main courtyard, Rong De was surprised to see that the dark shadow swaggered into the bedroom. This was Aunt Zhao's bedroom. An Shucheng obviously went to another aunt's yard, so who came here?
"Your courage is getting bigger and bigger... you dare to come here." Aunt Zhao was held in her arms by the incoming person, and she whispered in a low voice, her brows and eyes were so charming that she was so soft as boneless.
"In the past few days, if Anshu Chengdu didn't enter your yard, hasn't it been itch for a long time, waiting for this king to come." The man in black smiled obscenely, and then took Aunt Zhao's outer shirt. Talking about: "An Shucheng is the old man, staying awake with a beautiful woman, I really don't understand style, let this king take care of you for him..."
Aunt Zhao's suppressed groan soon came out, one louder than one, but she didn't dare to be too licentious, and she was immersed in some tolerable pain.
There were ten thousand heads of grass running past Rong De on the tree.
But he did not leave.
This person claims to be the king, who would he be?
He has to see what happened today.
I even scolded An Shucheng in my heart, and the green hat was flying all over the sky.
The room became quiet again, and the voice of wearing clothes came out: "How is Si'er?"
"Serving tea in the imperial front, this is an accident. This king will arrange her and the prince." The man was still intent on seeing Zhao Jingmei half-concealed, and he was excited again and threw Zhao Jingmei directly on the ground: "You are so Lang, your daughter must be more blue than blue, which makes the prince unable to extricate herself..."
Zhao Jingmei is well maintained and knows how to provoke a man's sex.
It is also relying on this body to tightly eat An Shu.
Unfortunately, after being calculated by An Xia, An Shucheng was completely disinterested in her.
"Master..." Zhao Jingmei didn't like to listen, and shouted reluctantly.
The good voice is charming and charming, which makes the man's movements bigger.
"Master, don't you have an injury...Ah!" Zhao Jingmei gritted her teeth hard and endured it hard.
Rong De originally wanted to turn around and leave. The two dog men and women were too shameless, but when they heard Aunt Zhao's words, they froze a bit. There are not many people who can be called princes in the Northern Ming Dynasty, and there are not many who are injured. Up.
Who this person is is already ready to come out.
"By the way, where is the concubine..." Zhao Jingmei was still a little worried, wearing a sweaty body, breathing heavily in the arms of a man, she must pave the way for her daughter, no matter what means.
She and An Shucheng are already strangers, so she has to catch the man in front of her.
Although this man has greater ambitions, she will be dead forever if one fails, but for the sake of peace, she can only grit her teeth and persist.
"The imperial concubine has its own arrangements, and it is not good for a daughter who has too much brains." The man sighed in a low voice: "However, if there is no imperial concubine, the prince would not fall."
Zhao Jingmei's face changed again, without speaking.
"Why?" The man has already put on his clothes: "Your daughter wants the position of the prince, and the imperial concubine wants the position of queen. This does not conflict."
This is very casual, as if the world is under his control.
"Is there any injury?" Bei Mingxiao's lips curled up, and his hands were behind him.
Obviously he is a banished person, but invisible, it seems to be a monstrous storm.
This man feels terrible.
Rong De felt his breathing tense, he couldn't help his body tighten, and he couldn't help but feel unable to breathe under Bei Mingxiao's powerful aura.
There are indeed not many wounded princes in the entire Bei Ming Dynasty, and Bei Mingxiao knows which one it is.
It is no wonder that Zhao Jingmei is confident, because there is such a backer behind it.
Fortunately, if Concubine Yan Gui knows An Si's thoughts, I am afraid that he does not need to do anything.
Thinking of this, Bei Mingxiao explained to Rong De.
Early the next morning, Rong De hurriedly entered the palace. Although he was the who was driven out, Bei Mingxian kept the sign of entering the palace, so he arrived at the East Palace smoothly.
"You came to this palace, did you have her whereabouts?" Bei Mingxian narrowed his eyes, he would not let Rong De easily, it would be useful to keep him.
Rong De nodded: "Prince, although the minion has been in Prince Xiao's mansion, he didn't notice any difference, but..."
"Quickly tell, what is it..." Bei Mingxian raised his voice impatiently.
"I found something wrong with the Yan family," Rong De paused: "In the palace, Concubine Yan Gui disliked the Princess the most."
Bei Mingxian's eyes were cold: "Are you playing in the palace? If Yan Guifei can't understand the princess, and let her be cut off without worry, how can she do it again?"
Rong De lowered his body: "Sometimes being alive is no better than being dead."
This pushed the rescue of An Xia to the Yan family. Although the reason was not sufficient, it was just that Bei Mingxian, who was familiar with the intrigue of the palace, could point to the important points in a word, so he had to believe it!
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Bei Mingxian's heart jumped, recalling the various aspects of Concubine Yan, this may not be absent. An Xia has been against Concubine Yan many times. If An Xia can be controlled in his hands, tortured...
Thinking of that scene, Bei Mingxian felt cold all over for some reason, wishing to rush to Jinxiu Palace to ask for clarity.
"Do you have evidence?"
For a long time, Bei Mingxian's reason took the upper hand and asked.
Rong De shook his head: "If there is evidence, the slave will have to sue for death, but the slave has discovered that the Yan family and the settled Aunt Zhao are very close, thinking that the crown prince hindered many people. Dao'er."
In fact, Rong De was very particular about what he said, one after another, which led to Zhao Jingmei very naturally.
Speaking of this, the more Bei Mingxian thought about it, the more it was possible. At first, An Si did have a chance to become a princess, but An Xia had a better method.
"Yan Guifei." Bei Mingxian gritted her teeth tightly. It was the woman again, really uneasy, and it seemed that she didn't have to tolerate her.
Of course, An Si with such thoughts can't tolerate it. It seems that he has to do something.
With a mother like Zhao Jingmei, An Si is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. It is only a curse for such a woman to stay by her side.
When he came out of the palace, Rong De glanced in the direction of Jinxiu Palace inadvertently. He was afraid that the place would soon change its owner.
She was still cautious in everything she did while serving tea at the imperial court. She also knew that her eldest lady's temper would not work at all in this palace.
As soon as he arrived, he gave away the jewelry that he had pressed against him as a gift, so he didn't suffer any difficulties.
Wei Dezhu didn't have a good impression of Ansi, but the old emperor didn't say anything to deal with it. He also opened one eye and closed another, and ignored the activities of the people below.
Although An Si is not very smart, she knows what she wants, so every time she serves tea, she is respectful and shows no emotion.
All this is also thanks to An Xia, after all, the previous An Si would only be willful and unreasonable. Compared with the past, she has indeed improved a lot, and she has also learned a lot from An Xia.
"Chrysanthemum tea?" The old emperor could not help but be surprised when he smelled the aroma.
Wei Dezhu beside him was also quite surprised. When he saw An Si serving the tea, he understood as if he was in a mirror, and said hurriedly: "It's all old slaves who don't teach well, so I'll be pulled down to the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"No need." The old emperor showed a rare smile, opened the lid of the tea, smelled the aroma, took a sip slowly, and said afterwards: "The tea is good, Wei Dezhu, remember to appreciate it."
"Yes." Weidezhu Nono agreed, and glanced suspiciously at the old emperor.
He has been following the emperor for several decades, but the emperor’s mind is not something ordinary people can guess.
An Si was happy, she didn't want to always serve tea in front of the imperial court. An's family sent her into the palace to please the emperor, but it didn't mean she had to become the emperor's woman.
In the past few days, she had already figured it out clearly. All her hopes lie in the prince. Only by following the prince can there be a future. The old emperor is old after all.
"Xie Huang," An Sixi retreated with a smile.
As soon as I left the palace gate, I got off the Longwei Dao, and I didn't expect to get to Beimingxian.
"Brother Xian...no, see the prince for the slave servant." An Si Wanfu lowered himself, the expression on his face was crying, and the pitiful appearance was very moving.
Bei Mingxian couldn't help but get hot when he saw it. He still liked An Si's beauty. I heard that An Si was blind, but now there is nothing wrong with it, thinking that someone must have spread the rumor.
As for someone...hmph, there must be no one else except An Xia.
Originally, Bei Mingxian came here and wanted to trouble the Yan family, but now it seems that the Yan family is not hateful, and the hateful is An Xia. If it is really the Yan family, then let her suffer a few more days.
"Have you entered the palace? In front of the imperial palace?" Bei Mingxian looked at the hall behind An Si.
"The slave servant is serving tea in front of the imperial court now." An Si raised her head, her shy face made Bei Mingxian's heart hot.
Peerless beauty, nothing more than that!
It's a pity to bow to tea.
However, Chaozhong's voice towards Anjia is very bad right now. His prince position has just been saved. If he is too involved with Anjia, I am afraid it will be more troublesome.
Seeing the heat in Bei Mingxian's eyes, An Si was happy, and leaned slightly to the side: "Ah."
In the next moment, the person was hugged by Bei Mingxian.
"Prince, ah, let go, the servant is humble..." An Si struggled back and forth with a nervous expression, but the range of twisting did not leave Bei Mingxian's body at all.
Bei Mingxian smiled slightly and applied force with her hands to fix An Si's body: "My palace doesn't say you are humble, who dares?"
"My father has long said that the prince has a virtuous mind. The slave and maid met today, and Fang Zhi's father said it is very true." An Si bowed his head shyly, and nestled in Bei Mingxian's arms.
Hearing this, Bei Mingxian's eyes lit up: "Oh? An Taishi really said that?"
An Si nodded, knowing that the words came to Bei Mingxian's heart, and continued: "My father said that the prince is born noble, talented, talented, and broad-minded. It is a blessing to worship the prince in the future."
These remarks were not made by An Shucheng, but by An Si, to the effect that the prince has a kingly appearance, and he will become emperor in the future, and his Taishi An is willing to do his best!
