Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……what?!"

Hearing this, Tai Wei Ouyang almost didn't stare his eyes out, "What's going on, you can tell me more!"

"Yes!"

The spy focused his head and elaborated on the "encounter" of Bei Xiuli's group in the eastern capital.

The veterans looked at each other, and their eyes were full of incredible colors.

"Listen to this... I'm afraid that it was because before Lord Ouyang took action, I knew our plan earlier for the convenience, Master Taiwei."

Qian Shaofu, one of the six ministers, frowned, sighed very uneasy, and looked at Taiwei Ouyang.

Persuaded, "Taiwei, the next official has reminded you long ago that Feng Lan, the leader of Fengxiang Tower, is weird and cunning. Although I heard that he is crazy, he is still a very difficult master! Na Beihu The second princess is impatient again, no, it just happens to be his way!"

"According to the next official, we shouldn't let the wayward princess of Beihu get involved in this matter at the beginning, and should invite some more reliable assassins..."

"...From your point of view, from your point of view, why didn't you say a few more words when we made the plan? You didn't say anything until the plan was defeated?"

Taiwei Ouyang interrupted Qian Shaofu's dissatisfaction very dissatisfiedly, his eyebrows frowned, "Qian Zhongjun, you don't want to be an afterthought, think about what to do!"

He had a faint hunch that if he didn't hurry up, the little emperor would have to deal with them in turn!

This is the end of the matter, for the sake of future plans, this little emperor...should never return to the imperial capital!

Thinking of this, Taiwei Ouyang sighed, and immediately told the spy, "Go back to Taiwei's Mansion, let Commander Mo dispatch a group of elite assassins from Daxuanyuan to the east to support Lian'er..."

"Also, those soldiers of the North Hu, they will be locked up for as long as they are in the Eastern Capital Government, but the beautiful princess must be rescued by Lieutenant Ben as soon as possible, so as not to delay her peace with the sage!"

"...Yes!"

...

East Capital, Market Street.

It is the second day of February when the dragon rises and everything recovers.

The farmland on the outskirts of the eastern capital has started the first spring plowing of this year. In the eastern capital, every family shop has also ended the season-keeping period and started to pave the land one after another.

Coupled with the various stalls that came to be the first time to go to the fair this year, the scene was even more lively and spectacular than the Shangyuan Festival half a month ago.

With the idea that there is no fun, not to enjoy the blessing, Xiang Xing dragged Feng Lan out of Fengxiang Tower early in the morning, and dragged him around where he should go.

Now that the "Hua Leng" has passed away, Feng Lan can only show her as a male. If we say that the two were like sisters and jokingly pressing down on the road during the Spring Festival, now, they are really as intimate as a couple. Attracted a lot of envious eyes.

Of course, these are just what the people of Dongdu see.

In fact, even though they were shopping and eating, the two of them weren't idle at all, both quietly transported their internal strength and sensed everything around them.

"The shopkeepers of Ruihetang's family have all changed, and now these people have the internal interest fluctuations of Ouyang's Death Guard."

In Ruihetang, the little guy smirked while holding various flavors of Ejiao jujube cake, reminding Feng Lan very softly.

"The boss and lady boss of Lingluofang are not the two before. They have the strong body scent of Beihu people, but they can't hide it, and it kills me."

The man held the smelly cloth in his hands disgustingly, and turned back towards Xiang Xing with a smile.