Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 147 Secret Action (2)

Although Yang Ling was curious, he didn't pay much attention to it. In his eyes, You Lan Yuanxiang was the kind of person who was just looking for trouble, a person who made something out of nothing.Maybe it's because You Lan's family is rich, there are actually good people who have nothing to say to him respectfully, but sometimes he is the kind of person who just sees sex.

When Yuan Xiang felt someone was around, Yang Ling had already left the scene.

Although Yuan Xiang's martial arts is not low, but with Yang Ling's skill, it is not difficult to beat him.

A man in a red cloak walked quickly towards Mrs. Hong's courtyard.This caught Yang Ling's attention. He had never seen that person before.

Yang Ling dodged behind the pillar, and after hearing the door open and close, he quickly moved to the door.

"Princess, my subordinates have already found out that Prince Anshan has not returned to Jingyu Country." Although the deep man's voice was not loud, it was enough for Yang Ling to hear.

"Didn't go back?" Madam Hong's voice was slightly disapproving. "That's even better, as long as I convince him, I'm not afraid I won't be able to deal with Yi Xueguo." The piercing voice was filled with indelible pride.Like everything is in her hands.

The voice inside fell silent, and Yang Ling became vigilant. He was worried that he would be discovered, but he did not give up.

"Subordinate, there is one more thing to report." The man's voice was a little hesitant, as if there was something important and he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"Speak!" It was a simple word, with a firmness that could not be ignored.

This kind of Mrs. Hong is completely different from the pretentious people in the past. It seems that people are deceived by her appearance.She hides it very well, is it just to eradicate Yixue Country? ?

Yang Ling's heart beat a few times. He didn't expect a woman to be so ambitious.

"The general is unwilling to come to help..."

"boom--"

Before the man finished speaking, the sound of a glass breaking interrupted his next words.

"Trash, do you want me to ask for it myself?" The voice shrilled across the roof, stimulating the hearing like an iron bar across the concrete floor.

The man in the red cloak bowed his head and clenched his head tightly.He looked respectful, but he didn't know that his heart was already filled with anger.

(End of this chapter)