That night.

Wen Ranran finally got better, but she was also very haggard, as if she had lost half her life, and she didn't even want to get out of bed.

The room was lit with strong incense, otherwise there would always be a lingering smell.

She leaned against the head of the bed and asked Song Zhao feebly: "Why hasn't Brother Tiancheng come yet?"

Song Zhao took out a note and gave it to her: "This is the letter from Fei Ge that I just received. Your Majesty will leave in the next two days."

Wen Ranran looked at every word on the note greedily: "That's great, that's great."

"The prince also has a lot of things to do in the capital, and he has to avoid other people's eyes and ears. Sometimes he can't do whatever he wants."

"You don't have to say that?" Wen Ranran scolded, "Of course I understand. No one in this world understands brother Tiancheng better than me."

Song Zhao lowered his eyes and slightly clasped his hands on his knees.

He also likes Wen Ranran very much and has liked her since the first sight when he was young.

But Wen Ranran was as noble as a princess, but to him, a humble concubine, she was like the bright moon in the sky, completely unavailable.

However, life is like a play, and opportunities come.

The huge pie actually hit him on the head!

He was so happy that he couldn't sleep well for several days. Not to mention being demoted here, he was willing to be demoted to the border.

Being able to leave the Song family and be able to face Wen Ranran day and night was a great gift to him.

Although he knows that he is just a decoration, a cover.

Wen Ranran has always had King Yong in her heart.

Sometimes he was unwilling to give in, but when he thought about Wen Ranran still relying on him when she was sad, and him accompanying her most of the time, he felt that it was no big deal.

At this time, looking at Wen Ranran's happy appearance, he could not be seen in her eyes at all. The reluctance that had been suppressed suddenly became a little uncontrollable.

He stood up, said nothing, turned around and left the room.

Wen Ranran looked at King Yong's words over and over again without paying attention. She glanced at his back as he left, full of contempt.

When King Yong inherits the great cause, Song Zhao is destined to become the first unbearable history that she must bury.

When Feng Tianji and Nan Zhaoxue saw Song Zhao's dejected state, they both thought: There must be something hateful about this poor person.

"How many days will King Yong arrive?"

"If we set off in one or two days, we can arrive in three days at most."

"Almost," Nan Zhaoxue calculated the time, "Shall we go to the house again tonight?"

"Well, I'm ready. I'll leave later."

Feng Tianji gave the order early, and Yum Sheng was already around the mansion.

As the night grew darker, the Song Mansion became silent. The people who secretly stared at Feng Tianji's courtyard dozed off again, not realizing that Feng Tianji and Nan Zhaoxue had changed their clothes and quietly left the mansion.

Two fast horses headed straight to the east of the city.

When we got outside the forest, Yum came out.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready, do you want to act now?"

"Later, waiting for my king's order, I and the princess will go in first and bring down their defense."

"Yes, I obey."

Nan Zhaoxue dismounted, handed the horse to Yum Sheng, and entered the mansion with Feng Tianji.

The house was the same as before, they had already figured out the position of the defenders and knocked them down easily.

Feng Tianji sent out a signal, and Yum Sheng could see it clearly. He said hello, and several carriages pulling sacks suddenly came out of the forest. The horses' hooves were all wrapped in black cotton, and the sound was kept to a minimum.

More than twenty people, silently, quietly replaced the herbs piled in the room.

After more than an hour, all the herbs were replaced, and Yum and his men drove away quickly in a carriage.

Nan Zhaoxue and Feng Tianji cleaned up the traces, and it was as if everything had never happened.

…

After dinner the next morning, Feng Tianji shook the empty bottle: "The medicine inside is gone. Is Song Zhao's illness cured?"

"Well," Nan Zhaoxue took the bottle back, "Everything is ready, just wait for King Yong to come."

As expected, King Yong arrived at noon the next day.

However, when he came, Nan Zhaoxue and Feng Tianji were not in the house. Mrs. Song accompanied Nan Zhaoxue to visit the temple fair, and Feng Tianji followed closely behind.

If Nan Zhaoxue hadn't said that Mrs. Song was also a pitiful person, Feng Tian would have wanted to throw her aside long ago because she treated Nan Zhaoxue well.

How can there be such a poor-sighted woman? Most couples go shopping together, but she is good at clinging to Nan Zhaoxue and not letting go.

What kind of gadgets are sold on the street, as well as performers, chest-breaking stuff, etc., do you still need her to introduce them?

He has also been at the border for many years. He is also familiar with such small temple fairs and small market towns and can introduce them.

He was sulking in the back, and Mrs. Song didn't know it at all. She pulled Nan Zhaoxue and pointed to a small earth temple in front of her and said: "Princess, look, this small temple is not big, but the incense is very good. Lord Tu Tu will do it."

Bless you for peace."

Nan Zhaoxue nodded: "I know that there is a saying that God speaks good things and returns to the palace to bring good luck. This is the Lord of the Earth."

"Oh, it's true. The princess's literary talent is so good. The description is so apt."

Nan Zhaoxue: "..."

This actually has nothing to do with literary talent.

"Hey, why are there so many people? There are usually many people, but not this many?"

Mrs. Song ordered people to go and inquire, and soon the maid found out clearly.

"Princess, madam, an expert came to the temple today and said that there are spiritual stones and a sacred bird. There are many people vying to make wishes and buy the spiritual stones."

"Oh? Really?" Mrs. Song suddenly became interested, "Princess, let's go and have a look too?"

"good."

Nan Zhaoxue is not interested in the spiritual stone. She is interested in the magical bird that can predict the afterlife.

interesting.

Because Nan Zhaoxue would not let her identity be revealed, Mrs. Song could only queue up like everyone else and wait patiently.

She bought a lot of snacks along the way. She took a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts and handed them to Nan Zhaoxue.

After a while there was another pack of pine nut candies.

After a while, there were a few pieces of hawthorn cake.

After a while, a few pieces of cloud candy will come.

Nan Zhaoxue: "..."

Mrs. Song's eyes were bright, her lips were red, and there were sprinkles on the corners of her mouth. Nan Zhaoxue couldn't say anything to refuse her.

Finally it was their turn, the maid guarded the door, and Feng Tianji stood at the door, looking at Mrs. Song's back.

Nan Zhaoxue's eyes were attracted by a few stones on the table.

Sitting behind the table is a young man with dark, slightly shiny skin. He looks a bit strange, with a narrow face, a bit like a fish turned sperm.

He was wearing a dark blue robe and a black hat on his head, looking serious.

Mrs. Song stepped forward, and the man's eyes glanced at her and Nan Zhaoxue's faces. When he saw Nan Zhaoxue, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"You two, I don't know whether you want to make a wish, ask for a stone, or ask for a secret from heaven?"

Mrs. Song glanced at Nan Zhaoxue, who looked back and said lightly: "What? Can Tianji also ask questions at will?"

The man touched the mustache on his lips and said eloquently: "Ordinary people can't do it, but I am different. If you want to ask, I will give up my whole life, and of course it will be possible."

Nan Zhaoxue smiled without a smile: "Really? With so many people, you can't help but give up on your Taoism. Your face - does it mean that if you give up on Taoism too much, your face will become narrower?"

Mrs. Song pursed her lips and smiled.

The man was stunned for a moment. Before he could get angry, Nan Zhaoxue pointed at the stone on the table: "How do you sell this?"

The man was indeed angry. With so many people here today, no one dared to be disrespectful to him.

This guy is a good guy, you just talk about it in his face when you come up.

However, as he rolled his eyes, he could see that Nan Zhaoxue was not an ordinary person.

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