Quick Transmigration:He's Affected Again

"What does Yan'er want to say?"

After all the palace people withdrew, the queen put one hand on her forehead, and her eyes were obviously tired. In front of her son, she did not hide her fatigue.

"My mother should have been exhausted and exhausted these days, isn't she?"

Chen Yan said such a sentence with unknown meaning.

Nangong Qinglian jumps in her heart. Somehow, she has a bad premonition. She subconsciously looks at Nangong huaiyue, who has been silent all the time. Nangong huaiyue just sits quietly at the table drinking tea without any interruption.

The empress did not change her face, but her tone was obviously low: "Song Cheng, together with several ministers, has been advising the emperor in recent days, saying that the crown prince has not done anything for a long time and can not take on the important task. What's more, he is secretly helping Chen Suqing. Naturally, the palace can't afford to eat."

In recent days, imperial concubine song's tail is about to be cocked up. In front of her, she is sneering at her. As a queen of a country, although she does not care about such goods, she is also worried about the affairs of the previous dynasty.

These days, she did not have no contact with her father, but the father's attitude was that he would not do anything until he had to.

She knew what her father's taboo was, but she hated the Prime Minister of song. However, the man had a deep foundation in the imperial court, so she could not be cut off. She tried to suppress the arrogance of the Prime Minister of song in recent days, which really made her exhausted.

Chen Yan sneered, the radian of his mouth was somewhat ironic, and there was some unspeakable Indifference:

"so you are going to poison my father

"Pa..."

The queen was shocked. She had been playing with jade and fell to the ground. She suddenly looked up and only ran into a pair of deep eyes like night.

"Yan'er You How You know that? "

Nangong Qinglian's voice is shaking slightly.

Under Chen Yan's scrutinizing and indifferent eyes, Nangong Qinglian feels at a loss for the first time.

"Mother, there is no airtight wall in the world..."

Seeing Nangong Qinglian's face turn pale, Chen Yancai said:

"you mentioned this matter when you wrote a letter to my grandfather. My grandfather told me that we knew it."

Nangong Qinglian shed a tear from the corner of her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were red and almost collapsed, shouting:

"I don't want to! But what can I do! The Prime Minister of song will not die for a day. I can't understand my hatred! He killed Yan in those years, and now he wants to take my son's crown prince! I wish I had cut him! Only when the emperor is dead, you can inherit the throne without mistakes. I'm not for you

If she could, why would she want to do that? Chen Yan's position will always be threatened if the emperor is not dead. The Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty has a solid foundation and many party members. She can't shake it at all. Even her father refuses to help him. Chen Suqing has made many achievements in the war, which makes her breathless.

She did not want to harm her son's father, but she could only do so.

Even if she didn't like to speak, it was her son.

The expression on Chen Yan's face became more and more ironic:

"ha? For me? Maybe you do have some thoughts for me, but more, it's just your selfishness

Nangong Qinglian's eyes were a little dodgy:

"no, I don't have any selfish intentions."

She thought Chen Yan didn't know what happened then, so she denied it.

Chen Yan slowly drew up a strange smile:

"do you dare to say that all you have done is to revenge nangongyan?"

Nangong Qinglian, who has been exposed, can no longer hide the shock in her eyes:

"how could you know what happened then?"

It's impossible for someone to talk to him about this. It's impossible. How does he know?

Nangong Qinglian looks at Chen Yan's eyes with more exploration and doubt.