Chapter 112 The Prince Is Very Sick 39

Zhao Ziyan clicked his tongue.

Who is Lin Liqiang talking about?

They met... the same person?

In the past, he was still thinking about what method the Third Highness used to recruit Lin Liqiang under his command, and he gave up.

Looking at it now, it is clear.

Lin Liqiang's brain was twisted and twisted.

The state of Xuanyuan places emphasis on civility over martial arts, and this is the way the whole country behaves.

Today's emperor is also more fond of flower and bird poetry.

When Lin Liqiang was in the most difficult time, His Highness the Third gave help, and after that, he continued to support him secretly, and he never said anything in return, but it was just like that, and he told Lin Liqiang to follow His Highness.

For Lin Liqiang, it may be very important to protect the family and the country, but it is more important to protect Xuanyuan Yonghao, because without Xuanyuan Yonghao, there would be no Lin Liqiang.

In addition, Lin Liqiang's brain was twisted again, and he had no scheming.

The Third Highness usually looked at the innocent and harmless.

He led troops to fight all day long, how could he know that his Highness had a dark heart.

Zhao Ziyan moved his lips, his eyes were complicated, and finally he said

"Since you believe in His Highness so much, you should continue to believe in him. Your Highness is measured."

Lin Liqiang was worried that His Highness would suffer.

He was worried that the woman would suffer.

The third highness has a dark heart, and he, the prime minister, is afraid of the person who plays with others all day long.

Hearing what Zhao Ziyan said, Lin Liqiang's originally frowned brows loosened.

Yes, His Highness should be measured.

It was getting dark, and the two of them walked side by side.

Zhao Ziyan lowered his eyes, and the cool wind blew through his hair, curling it into an arc.

That maid... If there is a chance in the future, I should meet and chat carefully.

If it is a good one, maybe it will be a good thing for His Highness.

Su Yan slept for a long time this time, and didn't wake up until the next day at noon.

This shows how much power was spent on her in that battle.

After waking up, Xiaohua whispered

"Host, you are awake."

Su Yan opened her eyes and calmed down.

Then, sitting up, the quilt slipped off his body.

After getting enough sleep, I have strength, and I look a lot better.

Xiaohua reminded

"Host, His Highness was summoned away by the emperor half an hour ago."

"I see."

Her soft voice responded.

She gets up and gets dressed.

Looking at the purse bag next to the pillow, it sounded in a trance.

Yesterday...he seemed to let himself sew purse bags.

But, but she won't.

Xiaohua said again

"Host, sell the stolen goods and sell the stolen goods, that note is still in the purse."

"Oh, yes."

Su Yan opened the purse and saw the note inside, took it out, tied the purse around her waist, and walked outside the bedroom.

As soon as the door was opened, the sky was gloomy outside, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

A cool breeze poured into the room, and Su Yan couldn't see the expression on her face. She lowered her head, shredded the note in her hand, found a corner, raised her hand, and countless fragments of the note were scattered all at once. Come on.

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"Host, it's going to rain today."

As soon as the voice fell, in the next second, as if thinking of something, Xiao Hua's delicate body shook, and she honestly closed her mouth.

The host on rainy days, it is a little afraid.

It's better to talk less so that it won't be thrown out again.

And Su Yan's action was clearly seen by Qiu Shi, who was hiding behind the pillar.

A gleam of light flashed in Qiu Shi's eyes,

"Su Yan, what are you doing?!"

He walked out from behind the pillar all of a sudden, wearing a pink shirt, with style and charm.