The person who grabbed the mad horse with his bare hands that day was the legendary young general Ling Ziyuan. A mere general, a reckless man who had been stationed in the desert for many years, his deeds were actually spread throughout the streets and alleys, and women and children knew about him. This shows how conspicuous he is.

How famous.

It is said that the greatest good thing the prince has ever done in his life is to discover Ling Ziyuan. Without this person, it is still unknown whether the prince of the Tian family, who can only recite poems and write poems, can save his fragile life in the chaos of war. Unexpectedly, Ling Ziyuan

He actually returned to Beijing.

For what? The throne.

This is the only answer in Xiang Xue's mind. It seems that Wangye's father's action was too big, big enough to attract some people's attention.

The prince was anxious, so he sent out the most trustworthy people around him, hoping to see the incompetent emperor and show his affection and reason. In short, it conveyed one meaning: Your son is me, and others are coveting your throne.

, if you want to pass it on, you can only pass it on to me.[

It is obviously an extremely ugly struggle for power, but it always has to find some high-sounding reasons. With a slight snort, the coin moved faster. In comparison, although the underworld is a shady business, at least you can grab it if you want it.

I won't find any inexplicable reasons before killing you.

But I don’t know whether the prince overestimated himself or underestimated his father. I am afraid that the situation was already laid out the moment Ling Ziyuan entered the city gate. Now he is detained in the palace on the charge of "hurting a horse to hurt someone".

You are not allowed to go out even half a step. It is just going with the flow, but it is much better than losing your life.

"Xiang Xue, you saved Hao'er's life. I sincerely thank you. We are the same family. From now on, you don't need to call me eldest lady in public. Just call me Aunt Liu like Lei'er and the others."

What Liu Qiyun said to her just now undoubtedly corrected her position in the palace from another aspect. From a certain perspective, she also had the ability to "negotiate" with Ling Ziyuan.

He hopes to be able to go out, but she doesn't want her father's plan to seize the throne to be realized so soon.

Xiang Xue never cared about who became the king and who was defeated. She only had one thought in her heart: to return to modern times, to return to Xiang Yun!

The incident of frightening the horse once again made her see clearly how weak she was now. She had five points of flexibility, but less than three points of strength. She needed time, lots and lots of time to prepare. Ling Ziyuan could not stir up the storm that would destroy him.

, but it can slightly hinder the progress.

With a flip of the palm, the copper coins were thrown up one after another, and finally they were neatly folded into a bunch and stopped on the palm of the hand, without missing a beat.

The moonlight becomes more hazy, it's time to sleep.

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The weather is still sultry, but the autumn tiger has come to an end, and there is no longer any strength to show off. There are many shrubs planted on both sides of the road between the Jingxi Palace and the winter. With autumn and winter approaching, the withered branches and leaves are spread on the road, a thin layer that looks like

A little desolate.

The lunch arrangement is very simple, just porridge and side dishes, which are refreshing and not greasy. Xiang Xue has a special obsession with eating, but it does not mean that she is picky. When eating, she should enjoy it most, she has always thought so.

Something she usually likes to do suddenly seems a little boring today. Her mood is agitated, and it turns out that changes in her mood can still affect her sensory organs.

The red chopsticks are paired with black fungus, and the white spoon is filled with light yellow soup. The aroma is overflowing, and the index finger moves. Zhuwan Xiang moved his feet nervously. The bowl of white rice in front of him was full, and he couldn't even finish half of his mouthful.
Chapter completed!