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Xiao Zi explained very clearly, Yan Minglang was getting more and more clueless, she said: "Let him in."

After the prince entered the palace, he was shocked when he was told about this. His face was terrified, and he knelt down in the tunnel and said, "Your Majesty, I didn't see anyone entering the palace, and I didn't do this. I have been outside the palace all the time." Watch, the guards can testify for the slave."

This is strange, Yan Minglang asked them to retreat.

who can that be?

No one entered the palace, who pinched her neck?Could it be that there are still ghosts in the blue sky?

Or, is it her?Yan Minglang couldn't help but suspect Ming Ci, but she had no reason to kill herself.

☆, memory

Yan Minglang remembered that he just sent away the hidden guards who had been protecting him all the time, and this kind of thing happened. Is there such a coincidence?

The dark guards have always been well hidden, and few people know of their existence.It seemed that the person who did it had a good understanding of the situation around her.

Yan Minglang felt a little headache, and gave the order to strengthen the guards of the palace, and she also transferred the hidden guards back.

But it didn't seem to work. It was very safe during the day, but at night, she began to have nightmares. She always dreamed that someone was choking her neck, and she couldn't break free...

"Is your Majesty's wind and cold still not healed? His face is so pale." Ming Ci was walking with Yan Minglang that day, and asked about her situation when he saw her.

"You don't have to worry, my cold has long since healed up, I probably haven't had a good rest." Yan Minglang didn't call himself Zhen anymore, because she felt that the two of them could be regarded as friends.

Although she would suspect that Mingci was the one who was going to kill her, there was really no evidence to prove it.

She changed the subject and said, "By the way, it was thanks to you last time, thank you very much."

Ming Ci looked at her with raised eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is so alien to me, is it possible that I want to watch you fall to the ground?"

Yan Minglang shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant."

Seeing her serious look, Ming Ci felt that this person was sometimes quite boring. Although the two of them were chatting, they gave people the feeling that they were doing big things, and they were serious about everything they did.

Yan Minglang didn't know how this person missed her in his heart, but she remembered the time half a year ago, when she went to Yanbei to play, because of curiosity, she entered Yanbei's very famous brothel, and happened to come across this people.

At that time, both of them were dressed in men's clothing, and I didn't know that this person was the well-known Young Master Ming in Yanbei.

Seeing that this man, who was sought after by everyone in the brothel, spends a lot of money lavishly, yet behaves coquettishly but not obscenely, she felt a little curious and admired her in her heart.

It's just that she would not take the initiative to provoke a stranger based on that little curiosity and appreciation. The two people really knew each other because of the oiran.

She knew from the mouths of everyone in the brothel that the man was Yanbei's Young Master Ming, but she was a little dazed after learning the identity of this man.

On the way she came to Yanbei, she heard that there was a Mr. Ming here, who was suave and suave, and had a lot of money in his family, and he was generous.

But if it was just like this, this person would not be so famous. The most important point is because this Mr. Ming has too strong a taste.

I heard that "he" loves beauties very much, men and women are not taboo, when he likes a person, he can lift him up to the sky, but when he dislikes someone, he can also step him into the mud and torture him in every possible way.

Moreover, every beauty stays with "him" for less than a month at the longest, and she is very fickle. I don't know how many people wept secretly, but there are still many people who go to "him" desperately like moths to a flame. beside him.

Yan Minglang didn't believe it when he heard about it at the time, and felt that the rumors were not credible, but later he felt that she was too arbitrary in judging people and things.

Because in her imagination, this Mr. Ming should be similar to those young masters in the capital who squandered on their family's money.

As for the suave and suave beauty, it's just a compliment from the common people in the market.

Who knew that the real person would be like this, with extraordinary bearing, making "he" feel like walking among the clouds in the sky even in the brothel, like a fairy.

But Yan Minglang soon knew that this person was definitely not a "fairy", on the contrary, "he" was a demon who killed people without blinking an eye.

That night, Yan Minglang came out after staying in the brothel for a while, but it wasn't long before she heard someone shouting behind her, "It's gone...".

She immediately looked back, only to see that the brothel was already on fire, the brothel was in chaos, and men and women ran out of it in half-clothed clothes.

Many ruffians and rogues gathered together restlessly to watch the fun, and of course there were also many well-meaning people who went to bring water to put out the fire...

But Yan Minglang thought of that Young Master Ming, and he hadn't seen that person run out yet, thinking about it, it was more than auspicious. She felt that it was a pity that such a person died like this.

She was feeling emotional, but she noticed two people leaving behind the brothel with sharp eyes, and one of them seemed to be very similar to that Mr. Ming.

The night was deep and pitch black, and Yan Minglang couldn't see clearly, so she wanted to make sure, so she followed.

She followed the two into a remote alley, Yan Minglang only then confirmed that one of them was indeed Young Master Ming, while the other was the oiran of the brothel.