The arrogant daughter of the prince of rebirth can read minds

Chapter 69 Returning to Beijing
The bright moon is born.

In the night, above the palace, like freedom.

Yun Fu'an and Yuan Ting looked at each other for a long while before they missed their sight: "It's getting late, and it's time for the courtiers to return to the palace."

"Master Yuling County, this king thinks you are a smart person." Yuan Ting said calmly, his eyes were deep as if he could see through everything in the world, "This king will take a secret from the Yun family and exchange it for you to do something for this king."

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and Xiliu couldn't lift her waist under the pressure.

Yun Fu'an opened her eyes wide suddenly, she held her breath subconsciously, and quickly thought about Yuan Ting's credibility:
"His Royal Highness Ye is joking, the Yun family is huge..."

Yuan Ting interrupted Yun Fu'an's words: "You don't know, and His Majesty doesn't intend to tell you about it, at least not in the near future."

"You should know that a messenger came back to the palace today, talking about Mobei."

In Mobei, it's Biansha, it's A Weng, it's Uncle.

Now there are four or seven more princes, and... Lu Yu.

Yun Fu'an couldn't hold on to the disguise, and the Mobei War had always been on her heart, which was her weakness.

She was too frightened, afraid that she would be empty when fetching water from a bamboo basket.

I am afraid that my loved ones will be far away from me.

"I don't know what King Ye wants to exchange for his courtiers?" Yun Fu'an bit his lips, his face was pale, his lips were as bright as blood, and asked tentatively.

King Ye suddenly smiled and said: "This king was bad at arithmetic when he was young. I heard that Princess Yuling has been doing mental arithmetic since he was a child. I wonder if I would be honored to help this king check the account books."

Check the ledger...

Not difficult.

I just don't know what account to check.

Yunfu'an's eyes were gloomy. She was indeed talented in mental arithmetic since she was a child, but her family kept it from her. After all, it is not something for a noble girl to be proud of learning how to be a businessman, and it is easy to attract more malicious intentions. Sight.

Even though Ah Weng and all the uncles told her that Jiaojiao is great, she knew it all in her heart.

She is not a child anymore.

Everyone in the world said that King Ye's hands and eyes were open to the sky, and it really wasn't unreasonable.

"My daughter agrees." Yun Fu'an clearly heard his nervous heartbeat, "Shouldn't there be a need to make a written statement?"

After all, your hometown has a big business and great means, how can you still be helpless with a little girl?

King Ye put away his warm face, his face became unkind, and his voice was very soft:
"Yunhuai's coffin has already arrived at the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion around this time, right?"

When Yun Fu'an heard it clearly, he thought he heard it wrong.

She had only sent a letter a few months ago, and no one sent a letter back saying that something happened to Biansha.

"His Royal Highness, such things should not be joked." Yun Fu'an's temperament changed, and his whole body was filled with coldness.

Like a little hedgehog with fried fur, just waiting for someone who doesn't know how to live or die to stimulate her.

Yuan Ting didn't speak, just looked at Yun Fu'an lightly.

Yun Fu'an's defense collapsed in an instant, and his hypocritical smile could no longer hold back:

"Live alone, live alone, prepare the car, prepare the car—"

Duhuo came out of the shadows, she heard what Yuan Ting said, and was very worried that Yun Fuan would not accept it:
"Miss, the gate of the palace has been closed now, please..."

Yun Fuan's eyes were red, he didn't want to hear what Duhuo wanted to say next, he gave King Ye a hard look, as if he was about to verify whether what Yuan Ting said was true, he lifted his skirt and ran to the gate of the palace.

The wind passes through the forest, and everything is silent.

But I can smell the smell of the girl's tears.

It is an unspeakable sadness.

Yun Fu'an stumbled and ran, her eyes were blurred in the huge palace, she just felt that no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't reach the door.

All the usual etiquette was left behind by Yun Fuan.

There was only one sentence in her mind, and that was.

Uncle is gone.

This uncle, who was better than her father, fell on the battlefield in Biansha.

She was still thinking about planning and planning, wanting to avenge the Yun family in her previous life.

But what are these?
She failed to keep her uncle.

War still took his life!

The last time I wrote a letter, Yun Fu'an was still thinking about Yun Huai's earnest teaching and love for her when she was a child.

But what are these?
Who broke it all?
His steps gradually slowed down until he suddenly tripped over a stone brick.

The knee hurts from knocking the ground, maybe it's bruised and bleeding?

Yun Fu'an didn't care about these at all, got up and continued running in the direction of the palace gate.

That was the direction Yun Rui and uncle sent her in, telling her to take good care of herself in the palace.

Don't worry about them, no one will get hurt.

No one will leave her.

"Miss—" Duhuo was frightened by his young lady's appearance, his eyes were red and swollen, his heart ached, and he did not give up chasing after him, "Miss!"

Yunfu'an turned a deaf ear until he ran to the door, which was closed and only guarded soldiers.

"Who are you?" The guard stood in front of Yunfu'an with two spears in hand.

Yun Fu'an's eyes were red: "Let me go out."

"Who are you?" The guard's voice was still cold, "If you don't tell me, you will be arrested as an assassin!"

Yunfu'an's voice was like an evil ghost coming out of the abyss: "I said, let me out."

Seeing Yunfuan like this, the guard didn't know how such a young girl could burst out with such a fierce and fierce aura, and was a little scared for a while.

Duhuo rushed over from behind, guarding Yunfuan behind him, and said in a cold voice, "Blind thing, the Princess Yuling, who was appointed by His Majesty at the time, still hasn't opened the door to let him go?"

As he spoke, he showed the token.

The guard was taken aback, and quickly knelt down to salute: "The little one has seen His Royal Highness the Princess."

Yun Fu'an couldn't wait any longer, tears had already flowed down his face: "Lonely, let them let me out..."

"This requires His Majesty's decree." The guards were helpless, but they also wanted to act in accordance with the regulations!
"Come up——" a clear and beautiful voice sounded, "This lady is the second lady of Taifu Su's family. Today, I was ordered to enter the palace to visit Concubine Su Gui, so let me go quickly—"

When the guards saw Emperor Yuan's decree, they didn't dare to let it go, so they simply pretended they hadn't seen it and let the group go.

Duhuo got into the Su family's carriage with quick eyes and quick hands.

A carriage in the palace not far away had just appeared, but the Su family had already left.

Yuan stopped in the carriage, silent.

"Master, the princess has been taken out by the Su family." Jing Mo, who was serving, said in a low voice.

Yuan Ting closed his eyes slightly: "Forget it, let's go back home."

The moon is missing in the sky, and the world is cold.

"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid." Yunfu'an was protected by Su Yuean in his arms, "Drive—drive!"

[With me here, everything is in time. 】

Yunfu'an's tears wet Su Yuean's skirt, and he hugged Su Yuean's waist tightly with both hands.

There is only the whistling wind in my ears, accompanied by the wet and cold night, and the breath of freedom outside the palace.

The sound of horseshoes was on the stone brick road, and the horses were fast all the way.

"Hoo—" Su Yuean's voice was clear and clear, and she reined in the reins.

The horse lifted its front hooves into the air, then stopped and snorted.

It was clearly night, but the mansion was covered with white curtains, and even the door was turned into white, covering up the bustle and bustle of the past.

It's such a depression that I can't help but feel a pain in my heart.

　The collection bottleneck is over, forget it, look down on it, just treat it as a power generation for love

　　
　
(End of this chapter)