Cold king's poisonous spoiled concubine

The appearance of wanting to talk and stopping made Shen Zhuohua's mouth also contain a touch of coldness. A faint Ni glanced at Fu Pingyan, "you are really missed."

"But jealous?" Fu Pingyan's mouth was also hooked, and his eyes also had a strange look.

"No, just feel a little uncomfortable." Shen Zhuohua looked at the scene in front of him and explained faintly.

In the first mock exam, Fu Pingyan's heart was soft and his mouth was smiling with a smile.

Lanming was looking at Shen Zhuohua in front of him and wanted to stop talking several times. "What's the matter with Lord LAN?"

"There are some things indeed. I don't know that Shen Xianjun is free. The lower officer also wants to invite you to a cup of tea." Lan Ming nodded slightly.

"OK." Shen Zhuohua nodded slightly and looked at him.

In the teahouse.

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhuohua took a sip of tea and glanced lightly.

"Shen Xianjun, I also want to ask you something, but I heard about LAN Tingting?" Lan Mingzheng also asked tentatively.

Shen Zhuohua's hand ate tea and looked at him with a confused face. Then he remembered, "yes, the county gentleman forgot that Miss LAN is your sister. It's the county gentleman's fault."

"I don't know if my little sister is well? But the letter I received recently is also good news but not bad news. I'm used to being very worried." Lan Ming looked right.

"Good news? How could it be? Has Lord LAN been cheated? Miss LAN won't give you news." Shen Zhuohua still looked embarrassed, and the tea cup in his hand was a slight meal.

"What does this mean? The lower official is stupid." Lan Mingzheng is also worried about his heart.

"Miss LAN died in her new house on her wedding day. The cause of death is unknown. The whole Kyoto knows about it. Don't you know?" Shen Zhuohua's words made LAN Mingzheng's heart tick.

"You mean? What do you mean..." Lan Ming just found his voice for a while. His sister left and he didn't know. How could this happen?

"Lord LAN doesn't know. Is it the king of this county?" Shen Zhuohua looked at her face unexpectedly.

"No, thank you, Mr. Shen. Thank you very much," said LAN Ming, who was still bowing there.

"Lord LAN, the county gentleman has something to ask you for help." Shen Zhuohua looked at him and shouted eagerly.

"What's the matter?" Lan Ming looked at her suspiciously.

"I don't know why you don't know the news that Miss LAN is dead, but I hope you don't say it's what I said to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Shen Zhuohua looked at LAN Ming in front of him and said faintly.

"Of course, I understand." Lanming naturally understood what she meant, so he didn't leave here with his feet.

"The queen will soon know that her people are not really willing to help her." Fu Pingyan sat in a chair and lightly picked up Shen Zhuohua's tea cup.

"Lan Tingting is the key to guarding the treasures. Now she is dead. These treasures, not to mention the emperor, can't be owned by the LAN family." Shen Zhuohua looked at the teacup in front of him and was drunk, and his face was slightly red.

"Oh... What will you do next?" Fu Pingyan looked at her face curiously.

"When will the LAN family get to Kyoto?" Shen Zhuohua was silent for a long time and asked faintly.

"Half a month later." Fu Pingyan also made a preliminary calculation.

"Then wait. The first order is to kill the LAN Jiajun in the prince's hand. Kill as many as you want." Shen Zhuohua also sneered at the bottom of his eyes.

"Just during this period, I can't find that these LAN troops have been taken away." Fu Pingyan looked at the woman in front of him and said faintly.

"Oh... I'll know when I know. It's enough to stop all the news of the LAN family."

Shen Zhuohua said coldly, taking a snack.

"OK, it all depends on you." Fu Pingyan looked at the woman in front of him and gently nodded on his face.

LAN family.

"Father, I have something to tell you." Lan Ming is coming back from the door and goes straight to the study with scarlet eyes.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Lan Yuhe looked at his son, waved his hand and let these servants go out. "Just received Tingting's letter. Have a look."

"Lan Jiajun?" Lan Ming is looking at the envelope in his hand. His eyes are cold and hate. His fingers are tightly clenched into fists.

"What's the matter with you? Why is your face so ugly?" Lan Yuhe was curious to look at his child.

"Father, this is not a letter from my sister, this is a letter from my aunt." Lan Ming is looking at the envelope in his hand, and his tone is solemn.

"How do you know?" Lan Yuhe touched his beard.

"My sister died on the day of her wedding." Lan Mingzheng said. Her eyes were red and her fingers were holding the letter.

"How do you know?" Lan Yuhe said with a puzzled face.

"Today..." Lan Ming is telling the story one by one. He is so sad that he sees LAN Yuhe sitting on the chair.

"How could it? How could it be like this? How could my sister lie to me? How could Yumei?" Lan Yuhe also looked at his face in shock and found his voice for a long time.

"How? How?"

"My father and aunt want LAN Jiajun for the crown prince. The LAN Jiajun can't give it. I'll send someone to Kyoto to ask, so as to know how my sister died." Lan Mingzheng has long suspected. LAN Tingting's temperament should have complained about bitterness long ago. How can he report good news instead of bad news?

"Well, I'll also stabilize your aunt. Don't tell your mother about it. We'll be engaged soon. There can't be an accident at home." Lan Yuhe said and put away the letter in his hand.

"Yes." Lanming thought so, "father, if the cause of my sister's death is really like this, what will you do?"

"I don't know. If it's true, I can't give the LAN family army to them like this. Maybe your aunt has changed." Lan Yuhe sighed and shouldn't send his daughter to die because of this letter.

"I understand." Lanming is looking at his face and suddenly understands something.

Zhou family.

Shen Zhuohua looked at the bright red dress in front of him and Zhou Li's face, which was also unspeakably gloomy. He also had a sneer in his heart and talked to Hai Mingzhu from time to time.

"What's the matter with your cousin?" Shen Zhuohua said curiously.

"Miss spring, don't pay attention to him, this will be thinking of the Lord." Hai Mingzhu looked at Zhou Li with a disdainful face.

"You really see it."