Still water is dead.

When Jiang Fulai walked in, he saw Jingshui lying on the ground. He was shocked first, and then saw the black blood on the corner of her mouth, and it became clear in an instant.

Since he appeared, this person knew that he would definitely die. Neither Song Zhiyuan nor those people would let her go.

"Prince, she?"

"It's also the main loyalty. I have someone prepare a thin coffin and find a place to bury it." Song Zhiyuan glanced at the people on the ground and looked away coldly.

This master naturally refers to Song Lingyi and the others.

Jiang Fulai clapped his hands, and asked someone to come in to calm Jingshui down, and then he reported, "Prince, that Luang Po is dead, he has been dead for several days."

Song Zhiyuan had guessed it and said, "Please check who she is interacting with."

Since Jingshui said that Ning's family has a stronghold, even if Luang Po doesn't really come into contact with it, he can find a suspicious target from the spider-wire feet exposed among the people she comes into contact with.

Jiang Fulai responded and said, "What does the Prime Minister think about this? If Ning really had a detailed work in the capital, he would have accomplished himself. Why would he expose the chess piece Jingshui?"

"She said something right. If the chess piece is out of control, it will be useless. Since it is destined to be a useless chess, it is better to play the last part. What if it is done?" Song Zhiyuan stroked his fingertips and said, "The quiet water is hidden deep. I don't know how many people like her are hiding by whom. This man, Mr. Ning, really takes one step and see a hundred steps."

Even though the Ning family died, he left these people for his descendants, hiding dormant, waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

Song Zhiyuan had a headache. Emperor Chu had already treated the man with a thorn. If he had known, Ning would have buried deep chess to wait for the future, he would have exploded.

And what's happening now is a test and a temptation.

I don’t know how the child will be when he grows up. By then, will he and Emperor Chu be old and weak?

Forget it, there is no one who has been defending against thieves for a thousand days. The hard truth is that you have strong confidence and hard fists. It depends on who will be better in this game in the future.

"Where is the third master?"

Song Zhiyuan folded the beads in his hand, lowered his eyes, and said, "If you dare to do it, you must have the courage to bear the price."

Jiang Fulai was silent for a moment.

"Prince, someone came from Chunhuitang, saying that the lady was suffering from fever and couldn't wake up."

Song Zhiyuan's face changed drastically, and he immediately stood up from his position and rushed out.

At the same time, Song Zhiqing excitedly returned to Zhuzhuang from Zhong Tianshi's Taoist room with a small wooden box.

After he left, a little Taoist priest looked at Master Zhong and frowned and said, "Master Tian, ​​do you think that the birth date is right?"

Master Zhong Tian glared at him and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't know. Get it clean, let's go around now."

"Ah?" the little Taoist priest widened his eyes and muttered: "Tianshi, there are disasters outside, and there is another severe drought. Where can we travel? Maybe we will have heatstroke if we haven't gone down the mountain."

Master Zhong Tian patted his head and said, "Idiot, I'm naturally going back to my hometown, it's so easy."

The third master of the Song family is a cruel man. It is his business for him to die, and he doesn't want to be with him. But he did that doll himself, and it has nothing to do with him.

Well, at most, I can give some advice on the amount of ten thousand taels of silver.

If something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with him.

Master Zhong Tian looked at the direction at the foot of the mountain, pursed his lips, and quickly packed up his things. He took off his Taoist robe, rolled up his bag, and ran away.
Chapter completed!