Among these secret letters, there are those who learned to meet the saints in the palace, those who summoned Doctor Liu by Emperor Yong Yin, and those who used Li Zan yesterday, asking Li Zan to set up a shop in Bian Jing City, and those who started a murderous act in the Qinggui captured Li Quanfu alive...

In short, all movements and stillness in the palace were amplified a hundred times, and all major and minor events were under Xiao Yan's control.

Another secret letter came from outside the city of Bianjing. The signature was written in a white letter, which was the commander of the imperial guards who were in charge of Emperor Yong Yin's 200,000 private soldiers. Xiao

Yan sighed dullly.

"I miss you all day long..."

There was a piece of white paper on the table, with ink and painting in one stroke. The person in the painting was agile, just like what he had seen.

He gently caressed the face of the girl in the painting, and became very tranced, and even more regretful of yesterday's "missing".

Yan Qing, Yan Qing... Qing Qing, Miss Qing, he whispered in a low voice, his eyes becoming more and more obsessed.

"Prince?"

At this time, a servant came to report with caution: "Just just now, that girl Yanqing appeared on the East Third Street in the east of the city?"

Xiao Yan was stunned. At this moment, his heart was beating fast, and his heart seemed to be about to rush out of his throat.

After he was stunned, he stepped out and disappeared from the spot, leaving only the ink fragrance.

Qingqing!

...

Like yesterday, Zhou Yanqing was wearing a snow-white long skirt with a rabbit-haired cloak, graceful and elegant, and beautiful.

She is still alone.

The Cold Palace Secret Path is too important, and she dare not let others know for the time being.

I opened the purse I carried with me, and it was cut into pieces of golden horns. It was cut from the eight or nine meters long golden dragon bed of Zichen Palace before she set off, holding a knife.

Ji Fei was very good at cultivating his hands and eyes. Lin Wenzhou once used the Night Pearl to pawn the pawn shop, but this matter was not hidden from Ji Fei Xiu's eyes and ears.

Later, Zhou Yanqing checked it herself and found that there were signs of imperial tribute on the night pearls in the palace. She had to secretly say that she was careless.

In short, Ye Mingzhu can't be used anymore. At least the identity of "Yan Qing" cannot be used with Ye Mingzhu.

However, Emperor Yong Yin was a real rich man, and just a golden dragon bed was enough for Zhou Yanqing to spend his whole life.

"This girl, do you know... the farm you bought is not a good place."

Zhou Yanqing bought a village outside the city. The village was surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a good location and beautiful scenery. The village was abandoned and disrepaired for a long time. At first glance, it looked dilapidated, but it occupied a very large area.

Zhou Yanqing made an expression that he wanted to hear the details: "I wonder what is the secret of Zhuangzi?"

The kind-hearted man said: "That place was haunted. It used to be a charity farm for corpses. It was gloomy during the day and even more terrifying at night! It is said that there were ghosts crying and gods howling, and there were also ghosts in red dressed with disheveled hair to seek life for passers-by!"

"Yes, there have been many murders in that place, and they are very evil!"

Zhou Yanqing's little face turned green.

"Is it really that evil?"

She originally advocated science, what are ghosts? What are fabricated and fabricated in supernatural novels are imagined!

However, as soon as she traveled through time, Liang Guijun's golden fingers were first in front and behind, Cen Pingjun was sucked into a half-dead mummy by her overnight, so she had to believe in evil.

The seller is a middle-aged man, and he is unhappy when he hears this.

"Girl, don't listen to this nonsense. Where is my charity village evil? I had to do it before. After all, there was a plague in those years."
Chapter completed!