Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

"Do not-!"

The voice was so shrill that it shook the hearts of all the people present. The well-trained archer was so shocked that he forgot to shoot. He stared in shock at the person who made the voice—the pale-faced Lan Ziqing.

Wei Lijue stared at him with an ugly expression, and spoke coldly with her beautiful thin lips.

"What does Lan Qing mean?"

A cold light suddenly appeared in Mo Mou.

The moment Lan Ziqing saw Su Danchen approaching, he was already frightened out of his wits. At this moment, he was still in shock and confused. Facing Wei Lijue's aggressive questioning, he could only force himself not to make a trembling voice.

"If the Third Prince is killed, who will check and balance the Ninth Prince for Your Highness! All ministers are thinking of His Highness!"

In just a few words, Lan Ziqing's back was wet.

Wei Lijue squinted his cold eyes, stared suspiciously at the loyal courtier in front of him, and said coldly: "I don't care about Su Jiuxi at all, I just want Su Danchen's life! "

While speaking, you have to wave your hands.

Seeing him raising his hand, Lan Ziqing felt his blood surge up, and the world spun in front of his eyes. With a "plop", he knelt down at Wei Lijue's feet, raised his face that had lost all blood, and said in a mournful voice: "Yangguo has lost all blood in just half a month. The loss of the two princes has already aroused Su Huang's suspicion, if you kill Su Danchen again at this time, it will only make Su Huang more vigilant, once Su Huang finds out the truth, it will be extremely detrimental to you, His Royal Highness!"

"Lan Qing!"

Wei Lijue cut off his words in a deep voice.

"Needless to say, the will has been decided."

Lan Ziqing watched his hand slowly raised, his eyes opened wide, his eyes were filled with blood, and his whole body seemed to be frozen as if struck by lightning.

Wei Lijue's hand was raised halfway, and suddenly it was fixed in the air.

I saw his cold eyes were dark and uncertain, and his face was sculpted from ice and snow, exuding a trace of cold air.

It turned out that a young man dressed in crimson came over from the restaurant at some point.

The young master walked up to Su Danchen with a smile, and after exchanging a few words with him, the two of them crossed shoulders and walked forward.

The archers who hid in the dark and watched the two men go further and further away looked at each other, confused, without Wei Lijue's order, but did not dare to act rashly.

He could only watch the two of them disappear from sight.

Wei Lijue put down his hands slowly with a cold face.

Looking at Lan Ziqing who was kneeling on the ground stiff, his eyes turned colder, and he said in a deep voice, "Lan Qing, you'd better explain clearly."

After all, he left the room with the archer.

The silver cold moonlight shines through the window and sprinkles in the dark and silent room.

Lan Ziqing knelt motionless in the moonlight, her face pale, as if she had gone through a cycle of life and death.

After a long time, Lan Ziqing finally responded,

There was a gleam of light in those lifeless black eyes, and the whole body went limp, and with a "plop", he fell heavily to the moonlit ground behind him.

The elegant face stared blankly at the beams of the roof.

Drenched as if pulled out of water.

As the night deepened, Lan Ziqing knelt in the hall of the Wei Mansion.

The moonlight behind him fills the courtyard.

"What do you have to say?"

A cold and low voice came from above.

Lan Ziqing's thick black eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, "I don't understand why Your Highness must kill the innocent Third Prince."

"Innocent?" Wei Lijue snorted coldly, "There is no one in the royal family of Yang Kingdom who is innocent! Back then, Suhuang slaughtered the Li Palace, and the Li Palace was full of thousands of innocent souls who were waiting for the people of Yang Palace to pay for their lives." !"

Lan Ziqing raised her head and looked at him calmly.

"In that case, why didn't His Highness do anything just now?"

Wei Lijue's face changed slightly.

Lan Ziqing shook her head as if she had changed into a different person, and continued fearlessly: "Wrong. Your Highness did this for his own selfishness."

"Your Highness couldn't bear to hurt the tenth prince, so he was merciful and reached a deal with the monarch of the Rao Kingdom, so he didn't move the ninth prince. There is only one insignificant third prince who can vent his personal anger."

"presumptuous!"

Wei Lijue never expected that Lan Ziqing, who has always been cautious in his words and deeds, would say such bold words.

Even in the face of his anger, he didn't give in at all.

Lan Ziqing knelt on the ground without saying a word, her face as calm as stagnant water.

The night outside was dark and foggy, and the moonlight was even cooler.

When the monarch and his ministers were in a stalemate, a black shadow came from outside, and a young man in a crimson shirt walked in.

Wei Lijue saw the person coming, the light in his eyes changed, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Lan Qing, you can do it yourself."

Lan Ziqing kowtowed expressionlessly, and a voice as calm as stagnant water came from below.

"Sir farewell."

After all, get up and leave.

Seeing Lan Ziqing leaving, Su Qizhi came to Wei Lijue's side, embraced him affectionately, and said with a smile, "Why are you so angry?"

Wei Lijue stared at him with cold eyes.

Su Qizhi immediately changed his aggrieved face, and said: "He is my brother after all, do you want me to watch him being shot to death by random arrows?" Gao quickly apologized, "It's only this time, and there will never be a next time."

His hands restlessly moved around the person in his arms, biting his snow-white and cold earlobe, and breathed out his hot air: "Xiao Li, I miss you..."

Although Wei Lijue still had an indifferent appearance carved out of ice, the ice and snow in his cold eyes had gradually melted into water.

……

In the middle of the night, when Lan Ziqing returned to the prime minister's mansion, his extremely pale and ugly face shocked Su Danchen who had been waiting for him.

"Ziqing, where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

Su Danchen hurried forward to meet him, took his hand and started to walk in.

As soon as he took his hand, Su Danchen felt the abnormality in his body, couldn't help but let out a "huh", and said in surprise: "Ziqing, your hands are shaking so badly."

Lan Ziqing's face was hidden in the shadows. After a long silence, she suddenly withdrew her hand. Amid Su Danchen's puzzlement, a calm and indifferent voice sounded slowly.

"Your Highness, it's time to return to the palace."

Su Danchen was stunned for a moment, then thought about it seriously, and said: "I should go back to the mansion to have a look. I don't know if there is any trouble in the palace during my absence."

As if thinking of something, he immediately added: "Don't worry, Ziqing, I'm just going back to have a look, and I'll be back soon."

Lan Ziqing stared at him intently with her eyes as dark as night, and her lips that were too pale spoke without the slightest emotion.

"Your Highness does not need to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."