The road of the king, the minister and the husband

Yingxiao's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

Why did the little master speak so harshly, was slaughtered by a pig?How big is that pig!

"Little master, the butcher died of illness, or it can be said that he was too excited to marry a beautiful wife, and then..." Shrugging, Yingxiao looked at Xiao Yiran and explained.

He waved his hand to show that this was not his concern, Xiao Yiran turned his head to look at Yinghui, raised his chin and asked: "You are a hidden guard in the Western Jin Dynasty, as usual, you have already learned a lot about the movement in and out of the palace. , can the Seventh Prince imitate his every move?"

Yinghui nodded, with a serious expression of confidence and serious eyes, "Yes, this subordinate can do it."

"That's good. If you are allowed to fight for the throne as the seventh prince, are you sure?" Xiao Yiran raised his hand to signal them to sit aside. It was really uncomfortable for him to lie on the bed and look up at the two. sore.

Yingxiao and Yinghui exchanged glances, then sat on the chair beside them.

"What's the countermeasure, little master?" Ying Xiao rolled his eyes and asked.Although it is possible to understand what this means, it is easier said than done, just how to win the favor of the old emperor is even more difficult.

Ying Hui listened with his ears pricked up. Although he had never met Xiao Yiran, he had heard of some of the things he did in Da Yin. He admired this young man who could do such a thing.

Xiao Yiran glanced at Xiao Qingzi who was standing by the door as a display, then at the open door, raised his hand, "Come in Qingzi, close the door."

Although this yard is full of people from our own people, there is no guarantee that there will be ears on the wall. If people listen to such rebellious words, I don't know how big a storm it will cause.

"The meaning of this king is very simple. Since His Majesty cares about the people of the world and does not want to see the people suffering from the war, why not let us be a little more tactful, and Yinghui go to be the king of the Western Jin Dynasty, and then sign an agreement with the Great Yin for generations. It’s okay if not.”

He said this lightly, but Ying Xiao and Ying Hui were really shocked in their hearts.

Does His Majesty know such a big thing?What the little master said is so reasonable, but if it is really done, no one can guarantee that something will go wrong in the middle.

Not to mention whether Yinghui has ambition or not and whether he will succeed, just say that after he succeeds, he will become the king of a country, but this human skin mask can't last much time, if one day the human skin mask can no longer be maintained, So how is he going to justify himself?

"Kong Yan once studied the appearance of people. In fact, there are still some differences between adults and youths. And if you can wear the human skin so well, it means that you look similar. Let Kong Yan help you when the time comes. It's almost done."

Xiao Yiran could see their doubts, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words.

Yingxiao took a deep breath, stood up, clasped fists at Xiao Yiran, and bowed in salute.

"Little master, what are you going to play? If you don't torment us to death, don't you feel uncomfortable? Your subordinates usually have a difficult life. Can you let your subordinates live in peace and stability for a while?"

That bitter haha ​​look doesn't have the rigor and chicness of the usual dark guard.

Xiao Yiran sneered, turned back and rummaged through the brocade quilt, and then threw out a black bag to him, "Take it away, don't you just want some poison for self-defense, just say no, and make such a big circle."

Yingxiao grinned and laughed, turned around when he heard the door open, then knelt down on one knee with Yinghui to salute, "Master."

Yin Tianqi waved them to get up, walked to the side of the bed and sat down, pulled Xiao Yiran into his arms and held him with one hand, and stretched out the other hand under the brocade quilt to help him press his sore waist.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Xiao Yiran raised his eyebrows, pointed to Yinghui who was standing aside with his head bowed, to be precise, pointed to the face with the skin of the Seventh Prince, and smiled wickedly with the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Just let him keep playing until the dynasty changes bloodlines."

Yin Tianqi raised his hand to let the two of them leave, then looked at Xiao Qingzi and said, "Go and call Kong Yan."

Not long after Xiao Qingzi went out, he brought Kong Yan back together. Kong Yan entered the door to salute, and said, "Your Majesty, do you have something to ask for your servant?"

"I ask you, if you are allowed to change Yinghui into Hou Zheyan within three years, are you sure?" Yin Tianqi asked without raising his head, and Kong Yan's body trembled.

Kneeling on the ground, Kong Yan frowned. No matter how he said this question, he found it difficult to speak. He was not the kind of Xiao Yiran who would do what he said no matter whether he was sure or not. As a doctor, he still had some problems. ……moral.

... Well, his morality has been severely refreshed several times by Xiao Yiran, and now it is fundamental to survive.

"Your Majesty, although the slave is not 100% sure, but the slave can do it so that others will not notice." Kong Yan felt that his voice was quite loud, but Yin Tianqi didn't answer for a while, he stole his eyes Go and see, stunned.

Yin Tianqi looked at him with raised eyelids, then sneered.

"Kong Yan, why didn't I see it, and you still said to keep half of it?" Yin Tianqi frowned slightly after changing his posture and hugged Xiao Yiran in his arms, "If you can do it, then do it, if you can't do it, since If you say it, you have to become able to do it, do you understand what I said?"

Kong Yan nodded again and again, he understood that Xiao Yiran had heard about this matter a long time ago, of course he understood.

"The slave must do all his duties well." This is actually for Xiao Yiran to hear, which means to tell Xiao Yiran that he has no time to accompany the prince to get those weird poisons to toss people, and he is serious now. Yes.

Xiao Yiran snorted coldly and rolled his eyes to him, then tilted his head to sleep.

Since he doesn't want him to take care of it, he doesn't care about it. Anyway, he has already made up his mind. They can use it if they want to use it, and forget it if they don't want to use it.

The imperial palace of the Western Jin Dynasty is not as magnificent as the imperial palace of the Great Yin, but one palace and one hall are no less than the imperial palace of the Great Yin. Xiao Yiran followed Yin Tianqi to the main hall, and they planned to say goodbye. After all, there is nothing new, and staying here is quite boring .

and……

Looking at Yinghui standing among the princes, he grinned.

This really made him happy. If the person who killed Hou Zheyan saw the living "Seventh Prince", it would be fun.

Rolling his eyes, he looked at Yinghui and smiled slightly.

Yinghui nodded his head lightly, which meant that he understood what to do.