At the bottom of the cold pond in the east courtyard, just as Ye Fengya expected, only the debris of the jade coffin was left, and Tong'er's body was missing.

"Send the order and ask each checkpoint to see if any suspicious persons have passed by. A nationwide reward order will be issued to reward the Seventh Imperial Concubine." Ye Fengya clenched his hands and looked at Li Ertong's body with gratitude. Thank you for allowing Tong'er to still be alive.

He sighed and ordered: "Bury her in all her glory."

"Sir, what did you just say? Offer a reward to the Seventh Imperial Concubine? The imperial concubine is not..." Manager Zhao followed, confused. How could there be a reward for a dead person?

"Uncle Zhao, I told you that Tong'er is not dead, she is just resting." Ye Fengya walked out of the room after saying that, leaving Manager Zhao looking at his back melancholy. Is there something wrong with the seventh prince's brain?

Ask the royal doctor to take a look at him.

****

After three days of hard work, the carriage finally stopped permanently at Jiuwang Mansion. Before Ni Qianlong could get off the carriage, Leng Rutong jumped off first. After jumping off and looking up, she was shocked, wow!

This Ni Qiantaki really knows how to enjoy it. Is this a royal palace? Why does it look like a royal palace?

Looking from outside the door, the buildings are stacked one after another, and there is no end at all. The buildings here are not like the houses in Ye Sheng Dynasty, which are mostly bungalows. The buildings in Jiuwang Mansion are mostly two or three floors.

What a person like him is doing living in such a big place is a huge waste.

The tall mansion gate is dignified and heavy. The building has many years of history at first glance, but it does not look old at all, and its appearance has not been damaged. It looks extremely solid. It is not like the Ye Sheng Dynasty where everyone has two erected in front of the door.

A big lion represents the power of this family.

On the contrary, the architecture of the Nine Princes' Mansion is like the Han Dynasty in ancient Chinese history. It is magnificent and uses thick colors to highlight its grandeur.

"How many people will it take to push such a heavy door?" Leng Rutong looked at the black wooden door, which was five meters high and seven inches thick. There were two rows of soldiers standing beside the door, one, two, three, four, five.

There are ten people guarding the door.

Looking at the building, Leng Rutong suddenly felt that Ni Qianlong, who was being called around by him, was really no ordinary person. Although she knew that he was nine thousand years old from Ni Tianguo, she had never felt this depressed before.

feel.

"Let's go. If you haven't gone in yet, you've already complained that you're hungry." Ni Qiantaki put his arms around her waist from behind and led her inside.

Leng Rutong nodded blankly, and when he arrived at the door, ten soldiers called out in unison: "Nine thousand years old."

"Yes." Ni Qianlong responded: "This is my brother, Su Sanqian."

"Three Thousand Young Masters."

Leng Rutong blinked and had no choice but to recognize it. Now she was wearing a crescent-white silk cotton robe, her hair tied up on top of her head, tied with a white ribbon with a purple frame, holding a paper fan, and wearing a face-covering mask on her head.

Sari. It is really easy for women to disguise themselves as men in ancient times, because most of the beautiful men in ancient times look like beauties, and some are even more beautiful than women.

In the Nitian Kingdom, Ni Qianlong is like a star. Every move he makes will be known to everyone. He brought back a young master who claimed to be his younger brother, and naturally, within an hour, the news spread throughout the kings and generals of the Nitian Kingdom.

between phases.

Of course, this is also because Ni Chitaki did not avoid anything at all.

As soon as Leng Rutong filled her stomach, a group of people came to the house. They were either five kings, six kings, seven kings, or dukes, marquises, earls, and Wazale. They all stared at them like wolves and tigers.

Leng Rutong looked at it, wanting to know what happened.

"Ninth brother has been doting on Zi Xia for so many years, and finally he has a new favorite." The fifth prince looked at Leng Rutong for a while, and finally spoke first.

"I'm his younger brother, not his new favorite." Leng Rutong gritted his teeth and corrected his mistake. It seems that Nitianguo really doesn't care about adopting a male favorite.

"Oh, brother, brother, Sanqian, it's just a title. It's good if everyone knows it well. But Ninth Brother, you don't want to let us take a look at this new favorite. There are good things for you. Let's enjoy it together." The seventh prince said unhappily.

"Let me say it again, I am his brother!" Leng Rutong sat there and reiterated again.

"You guys are really free. I just entered the palace with my front foot, and you came with your back foot. Nothing happens in the court? Do you want to create something for you to do?" Ni Qiantaki said calmly, put down the tea cup and glanced at Gan. Just wait and see.

"Nine thousand years old, what the seventh prince said is right. Let's share our new favorite. Hiding it like this is not your nine thousand year old style." Lord Shen spoke.

"Wipe." Leng Rutong couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Ni Qianlong turned his head and glanced at her, knowing that she was tortured to the edge of collapse. If she didn't drive these guys away, Leng Rutong was going to explode. Biao.

"My idle brother is weak and has been working hard for three days. Now he needs to rest. There will be a banquet at the house tomorrow to wash away the dust of my idle brother. Now you all go back to me!" Ni Qianlong suddenly stood up and pointed his finger. Outside the door.

"Let's go back first and come back tomorrow. Let's see how much Ninth Brother feels sorry for this new favorite." The Eighth Prince sighed with emotion. He knew that Ninth Brother was angry and didn't dare to provoke him again. He took the guards and left first. The others He is also very sensible. It doesn't matter when he is not angry. Once he gets angry, it is best to put oil on him and run away quickly.

Of course, it was the first time that they had seen such a big anger over a male favorite at the age of nine thousand. In the Kingdom of Nitian, although the male favorite has the word "pet", it is the lowest, and is as despised by others as the women in the brothel.

Leng Rutong patted her forehead and fell on the chair: "Are these the princes and princes of your Nitian Kingdom?"

Ni Qianlong nodded: "They also have nothing to do, the world is peaceful, and they always want to have some fun."

"In my opinion, if this continues, Nitian Kingdom will be in danger of being destroyed within ten years." Leng Rutong stood up and sighed. It was too messy, too messy, and simply undignified.

"I didn't expect you to think the same as me." Ni Qianlong did not refute Leng Rutong.

"Then why don't you advise your emperor to take care of things?" Leng Rutong glanced at Ni Qianlong boredly. She didn't care much about his country's affairs.

"If you tell him, he must listen. As an imperial brother, I have only done one thing in the five years since I took the throne." Ni Qiantaki smiled helplessly, with a bitter smile.

"What's the matter?" Leng Rutong asked cooperatively.

"Reduce my military power." Ni Qiantaki sighed.

"No emperor would ever think of someone being a threat to his throne." Leng Rutong stood up, not wanting to talk about such issues with him too much: "I'm so tired, I want to rest." After saying that, she said The maid stood up and said, "Master Sanqian, please come this way."

Ni Qiantaki looked at her back and half-squinted his eyes. If the imperial brother reduced his military power again, he would not be polite anymore.

Leng Rutong was woken up by someone while she was half asleep. She opened her eyes and asked the maid Zhu Yuan who was standing guard by the bed: "What's going on outside?"

Zhuyuan glanced at Leng Rutong and hesitated to speak. She was not familiar with the new young master, so she didn't dare to reply.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Leng Rutong said displeasedly. She hates others being hesitant.

"Young Master Zixia and Princess Ni are outside. They both want to see the young master. However, Jiu Qiansui has given instructions not to disturb the young master's rest. The guards outside did not let them in." Zhu Yuan quickly explained the matter fluently.

Said it again.13acv.

"That's right. You don't need to say anything when you talk to me from now on. If you have something to say, just say it. What do they want to do with me?"

"I don't know, I might be curious."

"Who are they from Brother Chitaki?"

"Mr. Zixia is Jiu Qian's favorite male favorite, and Princess Ni is the concubine of the palace." Zhu Yuan answered truthfully.

"Concubine? How many concubines does Jiu Qianlong have? How many male favorites?" Leng Rutong asked in surprise. She thought Ni Qianlong didn't marry a princess, but she didn't expect that he married more than one.

"Nine Thousand Years Old has three concubines, the main concubine, Princess Shu, the side concubine, Princess Ni, and a concubine, Mrs. Lingxi, who has three male favorites..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it anymore." Leng Rutong was too lazy to listen anymore, and Ni Qianlong was still a romantic prince who had so many male pets and so many women, both men and women? "I asked

Have you ever touched those nine thousand-year-old princesses?"

Zhu Yuan bit her lip and looked embarrassed. This was the palace's hidden secret. If Jiu Qian Sui found out, her life would be lost.

"You don't need to say anything. I can tell by the look on your face that you have never touched any of them." If you don't touch each other, you are really wasting your wealth. "I want to sleep for a while and drive those two people back."

Leng Rutong lay down and thought, Ye Fengya must have known that she was missing in the past few days. I don't know whether he thought that her body had been stolen or that she had been resurrected.

According to Ye Fengya being a Taoist priest, most of Ye Fengya must have thought that she was resurrected.

Will she chase after her? She hid it so well, so she probably wouldn’t have thought that she had arrived at Nitian Kingdom’s Nine Thousand Years Mansion. She didn’t know what kind of person Ye Fengya was. He clearly loved her, but he couldn’t bear to do anything to her.

She gave it to another man. Is this love true love, or is it his psychological needs?

In his memory, Ye Fengya never asked him whether he loved her or not. Every time he asked him not to leave him, he seemed like a child who was afraid of being abandoned by others. Maybe it was the pain he suffered when he was a child that caused him to have this kind of mentality.

He didn't want to lose something, so when he couldn't touch her, he was willing to throw her to other men to save her life.

Well, this is not love, this is just psychological bt.

In the hands of Yuan Hanfeng.****

"Ah yawn..." Ye Fengya sneezed in front of the desk and put down the brush in his hand. There were rapid footsteps outside the house, and Manager Zhao hurried in: "Master, there is an imperial edict from the palace.

"

Ye Fengya frowned slightly: "What imperial edict is being preached at this time?"

"I guess it has something to do with the fact that I have been searching for the seventh imperial concubine these days. The emperor firmly believes that the seventh imperial concubine has passed away, and the emperor must not agree with what I have done these days." Manager Zhao reported worriedly.

"Oh...I want to see what kind of decree he has given." Ye Fengya stood up and walked slowly to the front yard. As long as Ye Xianghao dared to let him dethrone the position of the Seventh Princess, he would
Chapter completed!