In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Someone is going to kill him.

Jiang Luan didn't dare to stay in the alley for so long, and didn't dare to go to Huichun Hall, so he went directly to the crowded place and hurried back to the palace.

Jiang Luan slipped into the door and locked it, as if no one was going out.

As soon as he locked the door, he felt something was wrong, and there was a dangerous aura spreading from behind him.

Just as Jiang Luan was about to turn his head, his hand was grabbed suddenly.

Jiang Luan was pulled over by a strong force, and fell into an embrace the next moment.

His waist was tightly clasped and his head was pressed down. His figure was originally thin and petite, and he was almost completely held in the arms of the visitor.

Jiang Luan wanted to raise his head, but was pushed down again, raised his head, but was pushed down again.

Jiang Luan: ...Where's whack-a-mole?

Zhao Minghong hugged Jiang Luan tightly, his handsome face was so cold that it was a bit hideous, and there was still a little panic in those eyes.

It's just that Jiang Luan said that he was going to leave that day, Zhao Minghong was in a hurry, so he locked him here.

Zhao Minghong wanted Jiang Luan to reflect on himself, and waited for him to figure it out to be soft.

After waiting for a few days, there was no news from Jiang Luan.Zhao Minghong became a little irritable.

He thought that Jiang Luan had almost repented, so he came to have a look and gave Jiang Luan a chance to soften, but he found that there was no one in the small courtyard!

This small courtyard is too small, too small to hide a person.

Looking at the empty yard, Zhao Minghong suddenly panicked.

On that day, Jiang Luan said he was going to leave, did he really sneak away?

Has he really given up on himself?

Where did he go?

The more Zhao Minghong thought about it, the more flustered he became, his heart seemed to be missing a piece, and he felt suffocated.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening, and when he saw Jiang Luan appearing, Zhao Minghong's heart returned to the position of his heart.

Zhao Minghong took two deep breaths before suppressing the panic in his heart.After covering up his gaffe, Zhao Minghong's heart was full of anger, overwhelming.

"Jiang Luan, where have you been?" Zhao Minghong asked coldly.

Jiang Luan didn't speak.

Zhao Minghong's anger grew stronger: "Why don't you speak?"

Jiang Luan was speechless: "You strangled me so much that I couldn't speak."

Zhao Minghong saw Jiang Lun's blushing face, and then let him go quickly.Zhao Minghong took two deep breaths, suppressing his anger.

He stared at Jiang Ran's big moist eyes, his heart softened, and his voice softened: "Where did you go?"

Jiang Luan said: "This broken yard is boring, go out for a walk."

"You are grounded." Zhao Minghong reminded.

Jiang Luan put on a small face, deliberately annoyed him: "This yard can't trap me, unless the prince binds my feet."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Minghong was not only not angry, but also softened his tone: "If you are bored, tell me, and I will take you out."

If it was the original body, he would have been ecstatic when he heard such words.

In this life, I lived too humblely, and my lifelong dream was to get the love of this man.

This is so stupid.

Especially when he thought that his lonely and tragic death was due to this man, Jiang Luan was indifferent to his tenderness.

"My lord has a lot of things to do every day." Jiang Luan said intentionally.

Zhao Minghong's face brightened slightly: "Jiang Luan, don't lose your temper."

Losing his temper?

Jiang Luan sneered in his heart, not wanting to speak.

Zhao Minghong walked up and put his arms around Jiang Luan: "Jiang Luan, you are my king's man, so you can only stay where I can see him, otherwise..." His voice suddenly became cold, making people feel uncomfortable. I shuddered, "I don't know what I will do."

Jiang Luan had an obedient look on his face, but what he was thinking in his heart was: I am afraid of you?

After Zhao Minghong left, Jiang Luan opened the control panel in his mind, and found that the grievance value inside hadn't changed at all, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Zhao Minghong can't lower the grievance value here. Could it be that the grievance given by Zhao Minghong has reached its peak?Zhao Minghong seemed to be useless, and he had to find a new target.

What Jiang Luan didn't expect was that not long after, the housekeeper suddenly brought a group of people and directly changed his door and added two layers of locks.

And outside the gate, there were two more gatekeepers.

This time, Jiang Luan couldn't fly even with wings.

Jiang Luan: MMP!

……

Royal Palace.

Yonghe Hall.

This is the palace where Concubine Sang lived.

There is no queen in the harem, and it is the noble concubine who rules the six palaces, and the noble concubine Sang is in favor, so the Yonghe Palace is the most luxurious and unparalleled existence.

The elegant and luxurious woman was sitting there, with delicate makeup on her face, she looked only in her early thirties.

Concubine Sang smiled, looked at the young man wearing a white cloak, and said gently: "Isn't it boring to play chess with an old man like me?"

Meng Zehe's movements paused: "If the imperial concubine is an old man, there will be no young people."

Concubine Sang covered her lips with the back of her hand and laughed softly: "You have a sweet mouth. How is Hong'er these days?"

Meng Zehe said: "I'm a little busy, and I don't see the prince often these days."

Concubine Sang frowned slightly: "It seems that there are not many things that His Majesty has entrusted to Hong'er recently."

Meng Zehe hung his head and did not speak, revealing a trace of grievance and pity. Concubine Sang Guifei seemed to have thought of something.

"Zehe, you are a good boy. I like you. If you follow Hong'er, I will never let you be wronged."

Meng Zehe glanced at Concubine Sang gratefully: "Thank you, Concubine Gui."

As soon as Meng Zehe left, the gentleness of Concubine Sang disappeared. From her eyebrows to her tense jaw, she looked a bit cold, her eyes were especially cold.

Prince Yu's mansion is basically owned by Concubine Sang Gui. She just gave an order, and someone came back soon.

After asking about the situation of the person who came here, the coldness on Concubine Sang became even stronger.

"But the actor's son... is really wishful thinking. He thought that flying on a branch would make him a phoenix! He is lowly in status, and being with Hong'er is a defilement of Hong'er. I won't condone it any longer!" Concubine Sang's eyes widened. His eyes were full of killing intent.

……

Yu Wangfu.

Jiang Luan has been acting like a demon these days.

However, Zhao Minghong felt that he was very successful.He successfully made Zhao Minghong realize that he cared about Jiang Luan.

As soon as he thought of Jiang Luan leaving him, he felt that his heart was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

If you can't let it go, keep it.

Although the Northern Qi Dynasty had the first male empress, but with Jiang Luan's birth, it was impossible for him to give Jiang Luan a name.

Even so, I will still protect Jiang Luan and keep him safe for life.

Even if I don't like him in the future, I will let him live this life in peace.

Thinking of this, Zhao Minghong's face showed a trace of warmth.

Jiang Luan, should you be happy now?

Soon, the imperial concubine's will reached Zhao Minghong.

"My lord, the imperial concubine has said that Jiang Luan has done a good job in serving the lord, so let him enter the palace to have an audience!" the messenger said humanely.

Zhao Minghong has always believed in Concubine Sang Guifei's words, and he didn't think there was anything wrong: "Okay, this king will personally inform Jiang Luan."

Zhao Minghong is in a good mood.

He seldom mentioned Jiang Luan in front of his mother and concubine, because Jiang Luan was born in a humble background, and he was afraid that his mother and concubine would be unhappy.He didn't expect that the mother concubine would take the initiative to mention Jiang Luan.

Jiang Luan has always cared about people related to him. If he knew that his mother and concubine wanted to see him, Jiang Luan would definitely be very happy.

Thinking of Jiang Luan's tender and white face showing a smile, and his bright eyes staring at him, Zhao Minghong felt a little impatient, and walked towards Jiang Luan's small yard.