Be Good Chapter 75: The black heart son has a wonderful idea

At first hearing Ying Qicheng's words, Xie Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter grew louder.

It's getting more and more creepy.

Ying Qicheng looked at Xie Ci cautiously: "Master Xie, what are you laughing at?"

He didn't have to lie to himself.

Xie Ci's eyes were indifferent, his tone was dull, and he replied without answering, "It's not easy to ask her to help you. I will report to His Majesty, and an imperial decree will come down to see if she can help you."

"Seventh Prince, please help yourself."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and stepped into the courtyard without a trace.

Ying Qicheng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Take a breath, so ruthless, so ruthless, so ruthless!

Thank you!

"Seventh prince, are you alright?" Ting Zhuo couldn't help asking as he looked at the almost suffocated seventh prince.

Even if you are going to faint, don't faint in their Imperial Palace.

However, Ying Qicheng patted Ting Zhuo on the shoulder, and sighed: "Your family's black heart is the same as before."

"Whoever offends him will be unlucky."

After finishing speaking, Ying Qicheng turned and left with a smile, even his steps became much more cheerful.

Ting Zhuo is confused, what does the Seventh Prince mean by this?

When Ying Qicheng arrived in the palace and got the emperor's oral order, he kept sighing and thanked him very much.

The thank you speech hits the nail on the head. This competition can be big or small, and it can rise to the issue of dignity between countries. If he said something serious, the emperor would definitely order it.

However...

Why did Xie Ci help him?

Moreover, Yuan Changhuan was forced to compete with Yan Dan in archery. Isn't his relationship with Yuan Changhuan very unusual?

Ying Qicheng couldn't figure it out.

Don't worry about it, go to the Rongyuan Hou Mansion to declare!

Must let Changsun Yun call him grandpa on his knees!

Ying Qicheng never thought about why he had such confidence in Yuan Changhuan.

Xie Shizi, who gave advice to Ying Qicheng, returned to the study with a cold look on his face, not at all gentle and peaceful.

Close your eyes, the phoenix pupils are hollow and frightening.

"Does she not want me?"

"She said, yes."

Thinking of the conversation with Ying Qicheng just now, Xie Ci's eyebrows became sharper.

It seems that he indulged her too much, that's why he allowed her to get away with it after provoking him.

Say such cold words.

Xie Ci's eyes were gloomy, and his voice was as cold as ice: "If you want to get out of your body, it's so easy."

Didn't you want the position of Princess Concubine? Very good, he will give it to her.

Turning around, he took down a book from the top shelf, with a wax-sealed letter inside.

Pinch your fingertips hard.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Tingzhuo, send this letter to the border."

Looking at the wax seal on it, Ting Zhuo tensed his jaw, "Yes!"

This is the first time for the prince to send a letter to the prince. What is it that is so important that he wants to alarm the prince.

But Shi Zi's expression was too cold, Ting Zhuo didn't dare to ask more questions, so he hurriedly sent someone to deliver a message.

Thank you and sit down.

The brows and eyes are downcast, making it difficult to see clearly.

In Tongtian Pavilion.

In the tower as bright as day, Long Quyuan sat cross-legged in the ice spring in the center, and a misty mirror appeared in front of him, with the night as the base, dotted with stars.

The two brightest ones are getting closer.

Mi Mi Fan's voice sounded: "The little girl's red luan star has finally moved."

"However, why is this movement a bit strange?"

The man in red stretched out his porcelain-white fingers, narrowed his eyes and pinched, "No, no, there is a vision."

"Tsk..."

"Brother, did you make a mistake again?" A bald young monk with a delicate face beside him tugged at the hem of his clothes helplessly.

Long Quyuan turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were as light as clouds, extremely misty, "Chasing relationships, stupid mortals, not worthy of being my brother."