"You are very confident."

Mu Chanyuan remained silent and still smiled, but the topic had turned back:

"However, I can't tell you what you said. Do you have confidence in Shen or Mr. Beizhu?"

Zhang E also looked at her sideways, and a hint of mocking came from the corner of her mouth: "Isn't I heard that Mu Ren is a handkerchief for Shen Zhuo? Why don't you even dare to call her name directly?"

Mu Chanyuan's expression finally had a rift.

"Not bad! I have confidence in Mr. Kitazumaki and more confident in Chen Zhuo."

Zhang E suppressed the jealousy in her heart, but told Mu Chanyuan openly:

"She is very smart and her best is to use force to fight.

"Mr. Beizhu's reputation spread throughout the world, and it was not for nothing. My brother just met with the friends he taught, so he learned it today.

"Chen Zhuo can borrow the power of Mr. Beizhu, but now he is just sneaking His Highness the Wing King from secretly to the government office to openly rescue him.

"In the northwest, her father's former colleague, the backbone of the Song Xiang party, and her clan uncle, cousin, and uncle were all there.

"Haha, if she can't do it anymore, it's not what I recognize."

Mu Chanyuan looked at Zhang E up and down, and admired her eyes: "Your Highness ahead said you can tie me, but I'm not convinced. Now it seems that as Your Highness said, you are not ordinary."

He paused, but still smiled and said, "Since you have such confidence in Chen Zhuo, why don't we both take a bet?"

"I said it, I never gamble." Zhang E denied it.

"I bet that the Wing King will never return to Beijing alive. If I win, you can change your name and join the Prince Wei Mansion." Mu Chanyuan ignored her words and put forward her own conditions.

A murderous aura flashed in Zhang E's eyes: "What if the Wing King can return safely?"

"I will change my name and leave the Wei Prince's Mansion and be your maid." Mu Chanyuan was not anxious or slow, her smile slightly lowered, but she showed strong confidence.

Zhang E snorted coldly and turned her face away.

What did she want such a slave to do by her side? Will she be the witness to King Wei?

"This is not considered a gambling. It's a gentleman's agreement?" Mu Chanyuan's lips spread wide. Seeing that Zhang E was unmoved, she raised her eyebrows: "Why, you don't even dare to do this? Your wing king dares to swear to the qualifying princess, saying that she will never go on a blind date!"

Once she mentioned this scene she had witnessed with her own eyes, Zhang E felt a pain in her heart. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she was cold and stern: "Okay. I'll bet with you."

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"It's just a gentleman agreement, and Song Xiang didn't dare to agree?" Shao Shunying shook the wine cup in his hand, looking at the old antique with a stern face in front of him as teasingly.

Song Wangzhi felt a little angry, but he was still as gentle as jade: "Don't misunderstand me. Your elders should have discussed this with me. After all, it is the lifelong life of two children. How can you, a half-aged child who has just gotten married, say such an important thing? If the young master turned around and said a joke, I can't afford to lose that person!"

Shao Shunying laughed: "I'm not here to find Song Xiang for my parents. The cousin of my aunt's family is a character, and Guan Bao will not miss the young master. I'm here just to bring a message. If Song Xiang is intentional, he should have come to propose marriage. So, if you want to, Song Xiang said, and I'll turn around and let someone bring this message into the palace."

Bring in, palace...

Shao Shunying forced Song Xiang to form an alliance again for the Emperor.

The news that the Wing King died in the northwest has not yet been finalized, so the queen is taking advantage of this last moment to see clearly who is in her team.

If the Wing King's death is certain, even if she lies at the queen's feet at that time, I'm afraid she will lose interest.

But what if the Wing King is not dead?!

Song Wangzhi silently scrutinized in his heart.

Chen Xinyan's daughter has gone to the northwest, and Wei Canyu and Shen Xincheng are also there. Taozhou has laid a prelude to Shi Mi in advance...

At the same time, Peng Zhuang, who already loved the youngest son of the Wing King, was there, the father-in-law of Princess Linbo, was there, and his favorite disciple Gong Yeshi was there, too...

Gongye Shu!

Song Wangzhi understood what it means to come over to force him to stand in a row at this time.

She actually wanted to dig out the corner of Emperor Jianming.

If she gets her own line, then even if the news that came last time was untrue, the Wing King would not want to return to Beijing alive!

Haha, I actually sent a doll to earn money from myself.

Song Wangzhi laughed and grew up: "I really let the young master tell you the right thing. I really dare not nod my head randomly about the children's marriage. Who doesn't know that I am a person who is afraid of me? Besides, such things are ultimately the affairs of women. I agreed, and I am afraid I won't count them in the future. Let me go back and discuss with my wife, and I will give you a reply in a few days. How about it?"

Shao Shunying's smile faded seven points, and the wine cup in his hand was thrown on the table. The black jade clock did not stand firm. When he fell down, he bumped into the bowl and the jingle sounded crisply:

"If you don't discuss it before sunset today, there is no need to discuss it."

Song Wangzhi looked at him with condescending attention and shook his head amused: "Young master is really anxious." After saying that, he nodded as a farewell and left.

Shao Shunying looked at his back, and his previous unruly and impatientness was closed, his face gloomy.

Song Wangzhi had actually arrived at this time and refused to give up being a "pure minister".

What exactly is he relying on?

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"Amitabha."

Zhan Xin woke up slowly in his yard, drying out, and chanted the Buddha's name first.

The little novice monks immediately ran and rushed in, crying: "Master! Master!"

Zhan Xin smiled at them with some difficulty, and a trace of blood oozed out from the cracked opening on his lips.

"Master, do you want to drink water?"

"I'll go and serve the porridge."

The little novice monk was busy and talkative.

"Okay. Don't be anxious, take your time." Zhan Xin's voice was hoarse.

A little novice monk was left in the house to guard him.

Zhan Xin looked at him intently.

The little novice monk's eyes were indifferent: "Master, do you really don't know why your nephew was attacked?"

Zhan Xin pulled the corner of her mouth, lay down straight, and raised her head, as if she wanted to look through the ceiling to see what was flying above the nine heavens.

"You were sloppy and very close to many people. Many people were very close to you at that time. So far, they were able to live well not because they were safe, but because the emperor didn't care."

The little novice monk lowered his eyes and recited them word by word.

"But that is your nephew, the queen mother's grandson, and the emperor's biological son. He has no chance of accidents. If he dies, many people will be buried with him."
Chapter completed!