The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 342 The one who fired the arrow...is it someone from our Helan Mansion?
Helan Mansion, study room.

Thinking that the white-haired butler was holding a carrier pigeon in his hand: "Master Helan, there are messages from the palace."

He Lanci raised his eyelids, stretched out his hand, and the housekeeper handed over the pigeon.

The man sitting on the chair walked to the window, and the fragrance from the garden outside came to his face. He took the letter from the carrier pigeon's leg and released the carrier pigeon.

"You go down."

The butler stepped back: "Yes, Lord Helan."

After the door of the study room was closed, He Lanci opened the letter in his hand, and it was written in beautiful handwriting——[The matter may be exposed, so it will be silenced tonight]

He Lanci's beautiful almond eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Xuanyue in the sky and sighing.

"father."

He Lanci immediately put the creed into his sleeve: "An Jia, why haven't you rested so late?"

He Anjia, who came out of the room, stretched in the garden: "It's not about sorting out the key points of study for that guy Chongyan, otherwise I'm afraid that his brain will affect the IQ of our Helan family."

He Lanci lowered his eyes, harboring something on his mind.

He Anjia was doing activities in the yard, and saw He Lanci standing in front of the study window, his whole face was filled with something wrong with him.

"Father, are you alright?"

He Lanci raised his eyelids to look at her, although it was just a light glance, but it made He Anjia feel very strange.

What He Lanci has always instilled in He Anjia is that he must become a strong person, even though she is a daughter, but this does not affect He Lanci's cruelty towards He Anjia during training.

Even her husband and son-in-law, He Anjia, have always wanted to be the strongest.

And the strongest one is not Chong Jin, but Murong Ying of the Northern Xia Dynasty.

He Lanci once wanted to join forces with Beixia to put pressure on the monarchs and ministers of the Yanchi Dynasty, but he did not expect that the Lord Long Live would bestow marriages on He Anjia and Chongyan, and what he did not expect was that He Anjia is now It seems that it has gradually...accepted the reincarnation.

This idiot she never looked at.

He Anjia's expression became more and more dignified. As the only daughter of He Lanci, He Anjia knew that he had been working hard for so many years in order to one day... overthrow the politics of the Yanchi Dynasty.

Now she eats, plays, and quarrels with Zhongyan and the others every day, and she has long been used to getting along with them, and she... even begins to fantasize about what she will look like after marrying Chongyan.

If He Lanci really wants to rebel one day, no matter whether it succeeds or not, it is impossible for her and Chongyan to be together.

A flash of light flashed in He Anjia's mind, and her eyebrows frowned suddenly.

He Lanci spent most of his time in the study in the past few days, and one day, she also discovered that a black shadow had entered He Lanci's study...

She was drowsy that night and didn't think much about it, but now that she thinks about it, it seems that since the fake Taoist incident... He Lanci has become more and more difficult for her to see clearly.

He Anjia hesitated for a long time, then clenched his fists and asked boldly: "Father, at the pier that night, the one who shot the arrow...was someone from our Helan Mansion?"

He Lanci's sharp eyes scared He Anjia back a step.

"Don't ask about some things that you shouldn't ask. It's late, go back and rest."

He Lanci closed the window.

He Anjia stood outside the window for a long time before walking back to the room as if she had lost her soul.

That night, she suffered from insomnia.

……

Concubine Hui will do it tonight.

Except who was the only one who saw the arrow that night, the leader of the Tartars.

(End of this chapter)