V2.Chapter 257

Although Yu Wan didn't have the memory of the previous ten years, she could know a lot of information after staying in Lianhua Village for a long time, even if she didn't deliberately ask about it. For example, she was illiterate at first, but she would get it after she disappeared, so she guessed that it was probably What adventures did "myself" have in the year of disappearance.

And Xu Shao also threatened her. Don't you want to know who she was with in the first few months of her pregnancy?

Could it be... is it the little princess of the Queen's Mansion?

Yu Wan looked at the calligraphy she bought for a tael of silver, and then looked at the words she had written on the ground, only to feel that there was nothing more fuckable than this in the world.

Yu Wan returned to the Helian Mansion in a daze, thinking about how to explain the matter to Yan Jiuchao, but as soon as he entered the door, he found that Yan Jiuchao was not there, and even the servants did not know where he went.

"The eldest young master wants to be alone and won't let us follow." Zisu said embarrassedly.

Therefore, the son's failure to run away is really an inheritance from their own father. Yu Wan felt a little guilty for punishing the three little black eggs. She should punish the black eggs and their father first.

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The mother and son have been separated for too long, and they have endless things to say to each other. Even the little county master has worked so hard to find a gift for his brother, and the two of them have not finished talking about it.

The three of them had dinner together, and Nangong Li sent her reluctant sister back to her boudoir and then turned back to her mother.

It was late, and the lady was still dressed neatly, not even a single bead hairpin was messed up.

She sat on the Taishi chair, motioned the maids to step down, and then Fang said to Nangongli, "I guessed that you still have something to say. It just so happened that I also remembered something, and I almost forgot to tell you."

"What's the matter, mother?" Nangong Li walked slowly into the room, not forgetting to close the door.

The lady frowned and said, "I saw the child back then. I'm not sure if it's just someone with a similar appearance, or him. He and your father...really alike..."

Speaking of this, the lady sighed helplessly, not knowing whether it was envy or something else.

Nangong Li calmly sat down on the chair next to her mother, across the table.

"Really?" he murmured.

He is the son of his father, yet he just does not look like his father.

The lady pressed her eyebrows and said with a headache: "He is the newly recognized eldest young master from the Helian family, but I always don't think so. I sent someone to Yancheng to inquire about his whereabouts, but the two suddenly disappeared. ."

"Dead." Nangong Li said lightly.

The queen looked at her for a while: "Dead? How could it be? One of them is a supreme scout, and the other is a dead man with a golden face. When I left Xicheng, I even received their flying pigeons, and when I left Xicheng, I was close to Dazhou. Now, does Da Zhou have more powerful masters than them?"

On this point, the lady is deeply skeptical.

Nangong Li looked at the candlestick opposite and said, "There are days outside the sky, and there are people outside people. There are always experts in this world that we didn't expect."

Knowing son Mo Ruomu, upon hearing what he said, the lady turned slightly to the side: "Did Li'er have some adventures in the past two years?"

Nangong Li chuckled: "There is no such thing as an adventure, but the master did get one. I will recommend it to my mother later when the time is right."

She is a dignified lady, and she has always been the only one to wait for others. If someone else said this, she would have been charged with a big disrespect, but Nangong Li is her son, and she always has to give her son's face. .

"Okay, mother will wait for Li'er's arrangement." She said, "By the way, what does Li'er want to tell her mother?"

Nangong Li said: "I caught an assassin outside the National Teacher's Hall. I think maybe this person is related to the sacred object case. Later, I will personally interrogate him and try to find the whereabouts of the sacred object as soon as possible."

The female monarch said: "You have a hard time on your way. Go tomorrow. Zuo Bianren has already caught it, and you won't be able to run for a while. It's not bad for the night."

Nangong Li said with a light smile: "My son is not tired, mother will go to rest first and wait for the good news of my son."

"You child..." The lady petted her son's face dotingly, and let her son go with a helpless expression.

Nangong Li did not leave the house in a hurry after leaving the female lord's yard, but came to a secluded courtyard. A dark carriage was parked outside the yard, and the person inside was no longer there.

When the guards on duty saw Nangong Li, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "The prince."

"Is he okay?" Nangong Li asked.

The guard said: "Yes, the prince."

Nangong Li said: "Don't let anyone disturb him, and don't ask him to disturb others."

The guard hesitated for a while. The first request was nothing, but the second one was a bit difficult, but the master had an order, so he had to obey, so he had to answer: "Yes, the prince."

Nangong Liyuan stopped for a while before taking a few dead men out of the house.

The carriage went all the way to the National Teacher's Hall.

Different from the low-key concubine, Nangongli never rejects the convenience brought by his identity. He is the eldest grandson of Nanzhao, and he will also be the monarch of the mountains and rivers in the future. So what is the point of accepting the admiration and worship of the people earlier and later. different?

He didn't let the coachman go down the path, and took the carriage of the Queen's Mansion through the most prosperous and bustling market in the imperial capital.

The night view of the imperial capital is charming.

In the past, when his carriage was driving on the street, it was always easy for the people to recognize him, and he would respond politely. This was the etiquette of the royal family, and it was also his recuperation as the eldest grandson of the emperor. However, things seemed to be different tonight.

The street was deserted, and pedestrians didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, there was a gasp of exclamation from the other end of the alley on the right, followed by a commotion.

Nangong Li opened the curtain: "Go and see what happened."

"Yes!" The coachman parked the carriage on the side of the road and walked across the alley to the crowded place.

After a while, the driver came back and reported strangely: "There are too many people, my subordinates can't see it clearly, I just heard that someone is going to jump into the river."

Who jumped into the river and attracted the people of an entire street?

Nangong Li asked herself that she might not be so attractive, so she couldn't help but feel a little curious. He got off the carriage and, under the escort of the dead man, also walked across the alley to the crowd.

Behind the alley is a street facing the river. The usual flow of people is on the main street. On the contrary, there are not many people on this small road along the river. Today, it is almost congested.

"Don't hurt anyone," Nangong Li said.

The dead man got the order, lightened his strength, slowly pushed aside the crowd, and protected Nangong Li to the front row, only to see a man in a white robe, facing the direction of the crowd, standing on a line across the road. On the wooden arch bridge over the river, there is like a trace of isolated white moonlight.

Nangong Li seemed to understand why all the people were attracted to him. They didn't come to see him jump into the river, they just came to see him.

It is far from enough to say that he is "a man like a jade in Moshang, and his son is unparalleled in the world", this person should only exist in the sky.

murmurs broke out from the crowd.

"Who is that?"

"Is it the little prince?"

With such a natural beauty and beauty, who else is there except the little princess of the Queen's Mansion who has pushed Dong Xian'er to the top of the list?

Nangong Li knew that it wasn't her.

Nangong Li's gaze fell on the other's face for a split second. Although there was only one profile, it was still enough for him to recognize something.

This is a profile that is almost exactly the same as that of the concubine. I really didn't expect my mother to mention him to me just now, and she turned her head and ran into him herself. Does this count as a good fate?

Is this the person who made the father provoked?

"Little County King." A dead man felt the murderous aura in his master's eyes.

It would be better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go. Whether he is the young master of Yancheng or not, in short, he cannot let his father see him again, so there is no more effective way than letting him be buried in the river.

Didn't he want to kill himself?

Help him yourself.

Nangong Li winked at the dead man hiding beside him.

The dead man understood and silently retreated from the crowd. After a while, a scream came from behind the crowd: "Killing! Killing--the murderer is running--"

Everyone was shocked, and the crowded crowd dispersed!

A masked dead man carried a knife to drive the crowd away, and the other two dead men walked towards Yan Jiuchao coldly.

Yan Jiuchao's interest in watching fish was interrupted, and he frowned unhappily with his handsome little brows.

The dead man can feel his breath, but he is an ordinary person with no inner strength. As the top gold-faced dead man, it is easy for them to push such a person.

Most of the two of them walked towards Yan Jiuchao aggressively.

"Oh, it's really annoying." Yan Jiuchao weighed the thousand receiver in his hand.

The thousand receivers came out, and the blood sealed the throat.

Yan Jiuchao didn't like killing people, at least he didn't like killing himself. The smell of blood would make him feel sick.

But there is no way, if you don't kill them, can you wait to be killed by them?

Just when Yan Jiuchao was about to pull the mechanism, a strong figure descended from the sky, he landed beside Yan Jiuchao, lightly pressed Yan Jiuchao's wrist, and said in an almost gentle tone: "The murderer. Just leave it to your subordinates.”

Yan Jiuchao looked at Ying Shisan who appeared out of thin air: "You're back."

"Yes, this subordinate is back." Ying Shisan drew out his long sword, blocked Yan Jiuchao behind him, looked at the dead man in front of him with cold eyes, and said softly, "Young Master, find a place to sit down, it will be fine in a while. ."

"Hmm." Yan Jiu walked to the steps lightly, leaning against the pillar and sat down.

The two sides fought fiercely. As early as half a year ago, Ying Shisan and several silver-faced dead men were almost unable to fight, but after a few months of absence, Ying Shisan's skills skyrocketed to an astonishing level.

The dead soldiers were surprised that the other party was only a half dead soldier. This was just a defective product in the dead soldiers camp. However, they were powerless to fight against this defective product. After a cup of tea, they should have killed Yan Jiuchao. The dead man who pushed him into the water made Ying Shisan sting his heart and kicked him down the river.

Not far away, Nangong Li, who witnessed this scene, squinted slightly.

Ying Shisan wiped off the blood on the sword, and walked to Yan Jiuchao's side without smelling a trace of blood.

Yan Jiuchao was tired and fell asleep leaning against the pillar.

Ying Shisan didn't wake him, bent down and gently picked him up.