The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1681 Tang Mansion
Mo Ran knelt down, well, someone knelt down again, maybe she was going to persuade her to leave Murong Xi.

However, Tang Nineteen was wrong.

"The servant knows who you are."

Tang Nineteen was stunned.

"who am I?"

"Tang Nineteen, the late Crown Princess of Daliang."

Tang Nineteen was dumbfounded.

How did she know, when did she know.

"you……"

Mo Ran raised his head: "My servant, I beg you, help the emperor."

After finishing speaking, he gave a heavy kowtow.

At this point, the two really thought of going together.

"Get up, if you don't say it, I have the same intention."

Mo Ran was surprised: "Really?"

"Yes, it's just that it's inconvenient for me to come forward. Since you know who I am, I won't hide some things from you. The fact that I'm still alive, the entire Liang Chaotang, except for my brother Tang Rong and King Xuan, has no one." Got it. I want you to arrange for the most reliable person to deliver a letter for me and go to Daliang."

"Is it sent to General Tang's Mansion?"

Tang Nineteen nodded.

"The sooner the better."

Mo Ran kowtowed: "It's a duty."

Tang Nineteen got up immediately, walked to the desk, saw that Mo Ran was still kneeling, and said, "Come here, help me sharpen the ink."

Mo Ran got up, unfolded the rice paper for Tang Nineteen, put away the brush, and polished the ink.

Tang Nineteen hesitated a bit when he picked up the pen, but finally dropped it.

"Brother, Qi Xinjia."

A letter begins with so many emotions to express, but in the end it turns into a few pens. About my situation in the past few years, I don't say a word, I only briefly describe the difficulties Murong Xi is facing and Murong Min's ambition Finally, Chen Zhi put the envelope into the envelope and solemnly handed it to Mo Ran.

"Remember, you must arrange a reliable person."

Mo Ran nodded vigorously: "Yes, the slave must have arranged properly, and will never let this letter fall into the hands of others."

However, Tang Nineteen always felt that something was wrong. This Jiaofang Palace was full of eyeliners, and outside the Jiaofang Palace, there were people from Murong Min everywhere. Whether this letter could leave the palace safely was a problem.

The moment Mo Ran stepped out of the door, Tang Nineteen felt uneasy and said anxiously, "Wait a minute."

Mo Ran turned around, and Tang Nineteen spread out his hands: "Bring me the letter, go and help me find the burnt charcoal."

"What do you want charcoal for?"

"Don't ask too much, I want you to go and get it."

Mo Ran obeyed and sent the letter back to Tang Nineteen. At this moment, she could only choose to trust Tang Nineteen.

*
Daliang, Kyoto.

Summer solstice in June.

In the backyard of the Tang Mansion, Tang Rong was holding a pair of sons, and was teaching the children to recognize the characters in the book.

His wife is a gentle woman who doesn't talk much. She just sat quietly on the side, looking at the father and son with a soft smile, holding a purse in her hand and a sewing box next to it. The mountain tiger on the purse has been embroidered More than half, the embroidery is exquisite and lifelike.

A sound of footsteps came in a hurry.

The butler Lao Ding, holding a bamboo tube as thick as a little finger, disturbed the peaceful scene.

Mrs. Tang put down her needlework, knowing that this was a letter from the army flying pigeons, and Lao Ding must have business to find his husband.

"Xian'er, Nuo'er, let's go have some snacks with mother."

The two children were very well-behaved and followed her away.

Tang Rong waited for the three of them to walk away before putting away the smile on his lips, calm and introverted.

"what's up?"

"Please read the letter from Yannan Gate."

Tang Rong stretched out his hand, and Lao Ding offered the small bamboo tube with both hands.

Tang Rong opened the small stopper, and took out a small rolled-up sign from it. After opening it, his expression turned cold.

(End of this chapter)