Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

I don't know how many boudoir girls, reading this book in the dead of night, silently reddened their eyes.

And the protagonist of the story.

At this time, because of the waist injury, Banban was lying on the bed.

After a few days of training and conditioning.

She has basically recovered from the cold, and people can walk on the ground, but they can't walk too fast or too fast, otherwise the waist will always be unbearable.

The doctor gave her a good rest for a while.

This was the scene where Bai Zhen was standing on the bed with a corpse.

Since she shrugged, she hadn't even taken a step into the yard. The Yu Niang, who was pestering her every day, couldn't have **** because she was like this, and she didn't want to serve her. She didn't know where to go.

Bai Zhen was also calm.

However, Ye Nanfeng is a bit of a conscience.

Knowing that she was inconvenient to move, she directly called two maids over to serve her daily life.

Because of someone's accident, Prince Heng's mansion was rarely stopped for two days.

**

But it was obviously not so calm outside.

Not only did the rumors and storybooks show no signs of stagnation, but they became more and more fierce, and the love story about King Heng and His Highness the Seventh became more and more outrageous.

The popularity of the storybook is almost one for everyone. There are even many people who reprint and rewrite it...

Qinghun knocked on the door of the study, holding a pile of wordbooks that were searched around.

"Master, look at these pamphlets, they are all about you and the Seventh Highness, the capital has already been rumored!"

Ye Nanfeng's narrow eyes lifted and glanced at the top cover.

"The Uncle and the Story I Had to Tell"

The end of his beautifully curved eyes slightly picked it up, took it casually, and turned a few pages.

The content inside is simply...

Unsightly.

It can be regarded as a text version of the Spring Palace map.

The man frowned.

"Have you found the culprit?"

Qinghun said respectfully, "Master, I found it. It was the ghost that Yu Niang did with the second prince."

Ye Nanfeng threw the booklet aside in disgust, red-clothed enchantingly, "Resolve it."

"Yes."

After Qinghun agreed, he added weakly, "Master, what should I do with the rumors and so many words? The emperor is afraid that the news has already been received, will it..."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Nanfeng regularly tapped the table with his sharp-boned fingers, his voice was very light, "No matter how you make up things that you haven't done, it's just fake."

"My subordinate understands."

Qinghun bowed and exited the room.

**

And at the same time.

The same book also appeared in the imperial study.

The emperor picked up a book and flipped through it, Long Yan was furious.

"That's outrageous! What is written here! I'm a big swallow! The world is getting worse! The world is getting worse!"

Seeing this, Gong Qian hurriedly stepped forward and comforted him, "Father, you are not in good health, why are you angry for just a few words?

How could the seventh brother and the uncle have the habit of breaking their sleeves as rumored? "

It's good that he didn't mention it, but the emperor got even more angry when he mentioned it.

Seeing this, Gong Qian rubbed the emperor's shoulders, the smile at the corner of his mouth could hardly be restrained, and continued to stir up the flames, "But Erchen heard that the seventh brother seems to be getting closer to the emperor... It is said that he goes to bed at night. It's a piece..."

"What?! There is such a thing?"

The emperor slapped the tea table hard, and the tea splashed everywhere. "How did you know?"