Chapter 88: : Repair and dye identity

Chapter Eighty Eight: Repair and Dyeing Identity
Listening to Murong Jingxuan's words, Qingyan shook her head, "Murong Jingxuan, do you know the notes of Xiudan?" Qingyan looked at him with a serious face when she thought of the box she took out from the secret room last night.
Murong Jingxuan looked at Qingyan seriously, nodded, "Naturally know it."
"Okay, I'll show you what I got last night." Qingyan said, she took out a sealed brocade box from the cabinet. After Qingyan opened the brocade box, all it was placed inside was encrypted. Letters.
"Where did you get this thing?" Murong Jingxuan couldn't help clenching his fists as he looked at the writing on it.
"I'll talk about it later, didn't you just say that you know the handwriting of Xiudan?" Qingyan took out a letter paper and opened it and put it in front of Murong Jingxuan, "I wonder if this is the handwriting of Xiudan?"
Murong Jingxuan looked at Qingyan's determined eyes and nodded, "Yes, this is the handwriting of Xiuran."
Qingyan looked at Murong Jingxuan's lips, "Sure enough, I didn't expect it. Xiuran is really from the Ning family."
Murong Jingxuan still didn't understand, how did Qingyan discover that Xiuran was from the Ning family, "Xiao Yan'er, is that why you don't believe in Xiuran?"
Qingyan shook her head, "I'll take you to a place." As she said, she lit a candlestick, took the candlestick and walked to the hidden compartment of the bookcase, pressed a button, and walked in with Murong Jingxuan. Secret room.
Murong Jingxuan did not expect that there would be such a secret room in Qingyan's room. When Murong Jingxuan wanted to ask questions, Qingyan covered her mouth, she whispered in Murong Jingxuan's ear, "Follow me, don't say anything, hide your breath."
Murong Jingxuan, Qingyan's hand, looked at her and nodded. When they walked to the stone statue, the voice already came, "You said Miss Su knows the secret of our Ning family?"
Murong Jingxuan couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this voice, because this is the voice of Xiuran, but the only advantage of Xiuran is that he does not know martial arts, so he can't detect Murong Jing who is not far away. Xuan and Qingyan.
"Impossible, the minion has investigated the identity of Miss Su Si, she will not know." Another voice came, "Master, what should I do now?"
Xiuran's playful voice sounded, "If it wasn't for that stupid woman who arranged for me to go to Donghe Country, how could I have my current identity, but Miss Su Si is worth playing."
"Master, there seems to be only two martial arts girls around Miss Su Si, do you want to..." That person meant to kill Qingyan.
But Xiuran didn’t think so at this time. "Su Yun is about to return to Beijing. On the way back to Beijing, she will find ways to introduce them into the Soul Burial Forest. Then she will be very satisfied with Su Qingyan with such a big gift. of."
"But if Su Qingyan spoils the queen's good deeds, wouldn't it be a waste of effort."
"Our Ning family is also doing things for the queen empress. If it is time to make His Royal Highness Minjun a prince, I think she will be willing." Xiuran's indifferent voice thought, "Besides, I want to see Su Qingyan. What about the appearance of begging for mercy? It might be nice if you can play around."
If Qingyan hadn’t been pulling Murong Jingxuan, she knew that Murong Jingxuan’s temper would have rushed out and killed Xiuran, but now this is not a sensible decision. In the end, she can only force Murong Jingxuan to Bring out the secret room.
"Surely, Xiuran is not what you see on the surface, Murong Jingxuan, you also have today." Qingyan said and gave Murong Jingxuan a blank glance.
As Murong Jingxuan said, he slammed into the wall in a circle, and Murong Jingxuan didn't make a big move, otherwise Qingyan really didn't know how to explain to Zizhu how the wall was destroyed.
"I was really careless about Xiuran." Murong Jingxuan looked at Qingyan's deep voice and said, "It's no wonder that we couldn't investigate the news of Xiuran because we were all kept in the dark."
Ah. Qingyan sneered.
"If it weren't for hearing that voice last night, I don't think I would believe it." Qingyan looked at Murong Jingxuan with a serious face, "After all, I never doubted Xiuran in the first place."
"His Royal Highness Minjun in Xiuran's mouth is the son of the Queen of Nanchen Kingdom today." Murong Jingxuan couldn't help frowning at the thought of the name in Xiuran's mouth.
Qingyan looked at Murong Jingxuan and nodded earnestly, "Yes, that is the son of Qi Lian Qingyi, but her son has not inherited a bit of her. This is also the reason why Mining was able to be the prince. "Qingyan couldn't help clenching her fists.
"But now that the Ning family has taken action, it seems that after the parents come back, we can also start to plan the affairs of the Jing Guohou."
"Little Yan'er, I want to discuss this matter with the fourth child and see what the fourth child thinks." Murong Jingxuan clenched Qing Yan's hand with a serious expression.
Qingyan felt the warmth from her palm and couldn't help but relax. She looked at Murong Jingxuan and nodded seriously, "Okay, I believe you."
Murong Jingxuan took Qingyan into his arms as he said, "Little Yaner, don't think about so many things, just leave these things to us."
Qingyan raised her head to look at Murong Jingxuan, "All I can do is help you, and you help the fourth prince, Xuan, some things must be done by yourself."
Murong Jingxuan put the hair scattered on his forehead behind his ears, "Xiao Yan'er, I have no sense of accomplishment if you do this."
Listening to Murong Jingxuan's words, Qingyan smiled helplessly, "Aren't you trying to clean up the mess for me? Could it be that I regretted it."
Listening to her words, Murong Jingxuan smiled helplessly, "Naturally not, how dare I disobey the little lady."
Qingyan noticed that Murong Jingxuan's head was getting more and more slippery, and she said, "The greasy mouth is slippery, it's not straight."
Murong Jingxuan said with a serious smile, "What the lady said is that the husband will never dare anymore."
Murong Jingxuan sometimes enjoys the warm time alone with Qingyan, so they don’t have to think about anything, especially when he can feel the appearance of Qingyan jumping, sometimes he really wants to can’t help it. Play with Qingyan.
The girl in front of me may be his wife soon, and his main task is to hold her in his hand like a baby.
"Murong Jingxuan, if Jingshu sees you like this, will she also feel that you have such a son?"
Murong Jingxuan's face darkened when he heard the name, he hugged Qingyan to absorb the warmth from him, "Little Yaner, do you know that I was separated from my mother and concubine since I was born, and my mother concubine is in my impressions? The middle is not profound. In order not to forget the mother and concubine, we exchange letters every time."
Qingyan hugged Murong Jingxuan and could feel his slightly trembling body, "Xuan, Jingshu must feel very proud of having a son like you, you are his pride."