Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"And the two before that,"

At this point, Feng Lan's magnificent eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

He curled his lips slightly, before continuing, "But under the Chen's eyelids... Both of them died ‘accidentally’."

Looking at the man's cold look and his hands that seemed to be lying on the table casually, but already slightly clenched, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning with some distress.

Think about it, the original shopkeeper and shopkeeper who died should be Feng Lan's friend.

Or maybe, he felt that these two lives were taken directly from his hands like this, which made him very self-blame and regretful.

"However, these are not the point."

With that, Feng Lan took a deep breath, and seemed to adjust his emotions quickly.

After taking a look at the complicated Situ Ling, he continued, "After the secret investigation by the minister these days, the minister found that...the two newcomers are actually from Beihu."

"... Bei Hu..."

Xiang Xing secretly chewed on these two words, while frowning uncontrollably.

How does this word seem to have been heard somewhere?

...

Thinking about it, the little guy was startled suddenly, and his soft eyes immediately lit up.

I remembered!

Isn't this, this is the country of the assassins in the plot, that in the Eastern Capital intended to assassinate Situ Ling, and as a result, she and the entire Fengxiang Tower were completely emptied by the six old guys!

It turns out that they had been prepared, and they had even been lying in ambush in their place of stay...

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing was a little scared but also grateful.

If she hadn’t been for her cleverness, standing tall and looking far, she would get rid of Fenglan’s madness first. Maybe she hadn’t waited for him to wake up and tell this clue. They were afraid they would go on a lifetime again. It's the old way!

After thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his heart.

Ducky, who was watching, rolled his eyes.

However, Situ Ling on the other side didn't think so deeply.

His eyes widened in amazement, and he asked with some uncertainty, "No? After a while, then Beihu will send some princess to the lonely harem to make a kiss with Xuanyuan. Ah……"

"Then King Beihu would kill Gu before he got married. Wouldn't it be that no one had stamped him on the establishment of diplomatic relations and cooperation with Gu?"

"..."

After hearing the words of the little emperor, let alone Feng Lan, even Xiang Xing couldn't help but squinted softly.

Is he stupid?

Da Xuanyuan lacked his little Maotou emperor, and if there were six old slick emperors, how could King Beihu line up to stamp him.

...No, should this Situ Ling do? I don't even know that the six old regents have a conspiracy to slay him anytime and anywhere, right?

Thinking of this, the little guy suddenly felt that with such an ancestor, the future of her and Feng Lan seemed a little gloomy.

However, Feng Lan was Feng Lan. Seeing Situ Ling act stupid on the spot, he also gave him a lot of face and didn't say anything.

It just seemed to ponder for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes lightly: "This is not necessarily the arrangement of King Beihu."

"Whose arrangement would it be?"

Situ Ling was also surrounded by Feng Lan.

He rolled his eyes a few times, shrugged his shoulders, jokingly said, "It can't be that the beautiful princess of Beihu is not willing to be with each other, so she is the same as her lover and the like. Strong, right?"