Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 567 Open one eye and close one eye
Liu Lu's work efficiency is very high, and he has contacted the important ministers of the DPRK and China in one night.

The ministers gathered together and thought that this matter was indeed inappropriate.

Nangong Yiran is the son of the Prince Regent, and they usually turn a blind eye when making mischief.

This matter is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and they can no longer let Nangong go on a rampage.

The night gradually sank.

It was getting late at the door of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and when they were about to close the door, they saw a few men rushing towards this side.

Among the visitors, two were the court ministers who often came to find their regent.

When Menzi saw them, he immediately froze in place.

He secretly speculated in his heart, the regent of their family is not in the mansion, what are these ministers doing here?
Under Menzi's puzzled eyes, several men came to him quickly.

A thin, middle-aged man looked at the door, frowning tightly: "Go in and make a report, and say that I will come to see His Royal Highness King Qin."

"Qin...King Qin?"

Looking at the ministers in front of him in astonishment, Menzi couldn't react.

Don't these people usually come to look for the regent of their family, why now they find the little prince who doesn't care about anything? Could it be that the little prince has caused some trouble again?
Seeing the door standing still, the chubby man standing beside him waved his hand impatiently: "Stop dawdling, just go in and report."

"Yes, yes, please wait a moment, my lords."

After saying a few words, Menzi turned around and quickly ran into the gate.

Usually at this time, their little prince would practice martial arts in the backyard.

He didn't even think about it, and ran directly towards the backyard.

Nangong Yiran stood under the gazebo in the backyard, practicing kung fu with An Ran.

Since returning to Xiliang Kingdom, he has to go to the palace to attend the morning court in the morning, and the time for martial arts can only be changed to night.

The cool night wind made An Ran shiver.

Nangong Yiran sneered, ignored her, and silently practiced the martial arts that Yuan Hua had given him.

"Little...Little Prince, outside...there are ministers asking to see you!"

The door saw Nangong Yiran from a distance, and he ran towards the gazebo while talking.

Nangong Yiran heard his voice, suddenly stopped moving, turned to look at the door.

As soon as Menzi ran in front of Nangong Yiran, before he had time to take a breath, he heard Nangong Yiran say indifferently: "Please go to the front hall."

"promise."

Menzi took a breath, turned around and ran towards the vermilion lacquered gate.

Nangong Yiran watched him run away, frowning slightly.

The cold moonlight poured down and sprinkled on his cheeks, making him look even more lonely.

An Ran saw him standing there motionless, and came forward curiously: "Those ministers came here at this time, probably because of me."

"No problem." Nangong Yiran turned around slowly, his eyes as black as lacquer were as deep and silent as an ancient well: "With this king here, I will be able to protect you."

Facing Nangong Yiran's eyes, An Ran's breath stagnates.

She suddenly realized that the brat three years ago had really grown up now.

Nangong Yiran, who was standing in front of her at this moment, was still a 13-year-old boy, but he already had broad shoulders that she could rely on, and a strong chest that could give her warmth.

(End of this chapter)