After being teased by the crown prince

Song Hanming let go of Qin Ruwen, and said calmly, "Marquis Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Ruoqing strode in, feeling cold all over his body. He sat at the dining table, picked up the red wine and drank it, then cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. Qin Ruwen frowned, looking at the abnormal Mo Ruoqing.

Mo Ruo looked at Song Hanming lightly, and said, "Your Prime Minister gave up so easily? That's right, you are intoxicated in the gentleness now, of course you don't care about other things."

Song Hanming shook the red wine and said, "The overall situation has been settled. His Royal Highness is clever and deep-minded. He really deserves to be the student I taught."

"Unfortunately, I discovered his weakness." Mo Ruo wiped her mouth gracefully.

"Weakness?" Song Hanming looked at Mo Ruoqing, and said mockingly, "It's up to you?"

Mo Ruo spat out three words softly: "Lu Ziyun.

Qin Ruwen was taken aback, his eyes became a little complicated, Song Hanming said disdainfully as if hearing a joke: "Lu Ziyun? Luo Tingmiao grounded him in the palace, but you said that Lu Ziyun is Luo Tingmiao's weakness?"

Mo Ruo said lightly: "What if Ting Miao grounded Lu Ziyun just to protect him?"

Hearing this, Song Hanming frowned, Mo Ruoqing took out his mobile phone, and showed Song Hanming a few photos, Song Hanming saw Luo Tingmiao standing outside the palace in black clothes, holding a mask in his hand, his eyes were endless love and longing.

A cold light flashed in Song Hanming's eyes, then he raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness's acting was so good, even I was fooled, Mo Ruoqing, I haven't seen you in a year, you have improved a lot, Tell me, what do you want?"

"What I want is very simple." Mo Ruo lightly raised the corners of his lips and let out a thunder, his face turned extremely pale, "I want Lu Ziyun to die."

For some reason, Lu Ziyun has always been anxious these days, always feeling that something is about to happen. During this period of time, he has a bad appetite and throws up everything he eats. Butler Wen asked the imperial chef to cook for him in different ways, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy. He can't eat anything.

In the afternoon, these days are always cloudy and rainy, and it gets dark especially early. In the bedroom, Luo Tingmiao opened the drawer, looked at the mask, and was about to pick it up, when the guards hurried in and said, "Your Highness, little prince!" His Royal Highness Feng has food poisoning, and he is vomiting and diarrhea now!"

"What?!" Luo Tingmiao frowned, walked over with big strides, and said eagerly, "Xiaofeng's diet has always been taken care of by a special person, how could it be food poisoning? Did you call the imperial doctor?"

"The imperial doctor is already treating His Royal Highness Xiaofeng!" said the guard, Luo Tingmiao strode out of the bedroom, and the guard followed.

In the summer palace, Lu Ziyun was upset. He drank the tonic, but still felt a little uncomfortable. He put down the bowl and said, "When will the rain stop?" Steward Wen put on his clothes for him and said, "Autumn day The rain is like this, His Highness doesn't like it, so I will close the window."

Lu Ziyun didn't speak, Jackdaw was guarding the entrance of the hall, holding a mobile phone, Owen's lazy voice came from the mobile phone: "Little Leopard, I'm so bored here..."

"Go back to your Portia if you're bored." Jackdaw said, but his voice was a little gentle, and Owen seemed a little dissatisfied: "I don't want it, unless you go back with me, little leopard."

"Why should I go back with you?" Jackdaw said, suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, the phone fell to the ground, and Owen's voice became a little panicked: "Little leopard? Little leopard?! Jackdaw, What happened to you Jackdaw?!"

The Jackdaw covered the back of his head, and the gurgling blood gushed out from between his fingers. He was dizzy, but he still turned his head. In the autumn rain, the blood on his face was shocking, "Who dares to act presumptuously at the gate of His Highness's palace? "