Yesterday, it was precisely because he was trapped in Longyi Palace that he missed the time to deliver the antidote and finally escaped. Unexpectedly, in her eyes, he had already intended to kill her.

There was a faint flash of darkness in his eyes, but they immediately became cold, as if the moment just passed was just a flash in the pan.

"Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Feng Yan knelt on the ground, waiting for the next instruction.

"wait!"

Nangong Yi coldly uttered a word, just like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing thousands of splashes of water to rise instantly.

"wait?"

Feng Yan repeated in confusion. After being stunned for a moment, he finally understood the meaning, smiled, and then retreated.

A few days later, the news of the sudden death of the prince was like a volcanic explosion, causing quite a commotion in Tianxuan Kingdom.

The person who originally stood on the side of the prince suddenly lost his focus and began to be frightened. He was uneasy all day long and didn't know which side to stand on.

As for Nangong Yi, although he has an absolute interest in the death of the prince, it is a double-edged sword after all. If he is not careful, he will be secretly involved in a conspiracy to usurp the throne and form a clique for personal gain.

Seeing that other princes were recruiting power one after another and reaching out to Nangong Yi's sidemen step by step, he suddenly fell silent. Except for the morning court and attending the funeral of the prince, he stayed in Prince Yi's Mansion all day long.

However, for some reason, the emperor was reluctant to issue an order for burial in this hot summer. I don’t know what the plan was.

Although the courtyard is remote, it is also quiet.

Ling Mulao was lying in the pavilion, pondering in his heart. The prince died in a strange way. The emperor was not in a hurry to mourn, but he was afraid that there would be quite a disturbance.

However, if her guess was correct, the prince's body must have been entangled with Lan Bin's body when he died during the climax. They became stiff after death and it would not be easy to separate them.

The emperor felt sorry for his legitimate son, and he didn't know what he was thinking after seeing this scene, whether he was furious or fainting from anger.

From ancient times, it was common for me and my son to enjoy the same woman. Wu Zetian once served two kings and conquered the world, but she was the only one.

Now there is no news of Lan Bin's death. For the sake of royal dignity, the emperor can only use the excuse of the sudden death of the prince and want to investigate thoroughly. I am afraid that it will be widely implicated, so he may have to settle the matter hastily in the end.

The people behind this are so thoughtful and thoughtful, it’s really not simple.

The breeze blew by, rustling the branches and leaves in the garden, and the blooming albizia flowers fluttered in the wind, as light as a dancing fairy.

Ling Mulao took it and looked at the pink and white albizia flowers. With a thought in his mind, he chanted.

"My favorite flowers are bunches of flowers. On the branches among the leaves, they are swaying because of the wind. The wisps of the morning are unfolding with the red sun. Who can save them when the beauty is burned out. It's a shame that the romantic wind will eventually become a haggard and infinite desolation. I have a loving bright moon, and it still shines at the end of the night.

Fragrant Path." ("Nian Nujiao. Albizia Julibrissin" written by Sun Chuo during the Wei and Jin Dynasties)

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of crisp applause.

"Papa~"

Ling Mulao was shocked and looked in the direction of the applause.

Wearing a pair of gold-thread embroidered cloth shoes, a brocade robe in dark red and warm colors, and two transparent jade pendants hanging around his waist, he has a strong figure and a brisk pace.

He has a handsome face with a bit of childishness, a smile as bright as the spring sunshine, his eyes are bright and clear, but the raised eyebrows look a bit frivolous and evil.

"What a poem!" The man didn't shy away from it and walked into the pavilion: "The poem you just wrote~"

Before he finished speaking, the man in red was suddenly startled and looked at Ling Muchao wantonly.
Chapter completed!