Shang Liang Yue's
Chapter 833 The Ninth Miss is Not Dead
"Mr Nalan, Princess Nanjia is here."
Before Nan Ling Feng reached the gate, a dark guard came to report.
In this imperial city, it could be said that if there was a change, the emperor would know it soon, and the emperor would know it as well.
Nalan Ling stopped as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and raised her eyebrows.
"To the palace?" Nalan looked at the dark guard.
"Yes." Yeah."
Nalan Leng laughed, put down his handkerchief, looked up at the sky outside, and said, "It's still too early."
He really did not expect that the eldest daughter would continue to wait quietly.
Waiting for the day when the emperor personally called out to him.
But …
Thinking of something, the corner of Nalan Ting's mouth formed a smile.
"If he wants to see the prince, he says that the prince has gone to the palace and will not return for now."
"Yes!" The dark guard is gone.
Nalan stood up and walked out of the bedroom with his hands in the back.
The court of Nanjia was in chaos, and why, he was so clear.
Now the eldest daughter, who had always been careful, came to the palace.
He might not be able to solve the problems the prince had left for them.
That is, it cannot be resolved, so we can only come to find the culprit.
However, this was also in vain.
The prince will not meet the eldest daughter.
But soon, the dark guard came again.
"Mr Nalan, the eldest daughter didn't say she wanted to see the prince, she said she could help him."
Nalan Ling was playing chess.
Playing chess with himself.
Hearing what the dark guard said, Nalan Ling frowned, "What did he say?"
Dark guard, "The eldest daughter said that she can help the prince."
The chess piece at Nalan Ling's fingertips slipped and fell into his palm.
Nalan Ling held onto him and said, "Is that what he said?"
"Yes, Mr. Nalan."
"Is that all he said?"
"Yes." Yeah."
Nalan pursed his lips.
As expected of the eldest daughter of Nanjia, she had obviously come here to ask for help from others, but she just said it as if she was the savior of the world.
Nalan Ling said, "Tell him, the prince doesn't need Nanjia's help, and invite the eldest daughter back to Furong Hall."
"Yes." Yeah." The dark guard is gone.
Nalan Ting took the chess piece in his palm to play with, and the smile arch at the corner of his mouth remained half-smiling the entire time.
She helps.
Could it be that he had forgotten who he was and what the prince was.
The dark guard came out quickly and relayed those words to the guards.
The guards immediately came to Nan Ling Feng. "My master doesn't need Nanjia's help, please the eldest daughter returns to Furong Hall."
Nan Ling Feng listened to the words of the guard, but looked at the palace gate.
There was no change in his expression, as if he had already expected it.
After the guards finished speaking, Nan Ling Feng turned his gaze to the guards. "Tell the prince, the ninth lady is not dead yet."
Then turn around and take the train.
Soon, the carriage left Prince Yu's House and disappeared from sight.
The guard turned around and entered, and brought those words to the dark guard.
Soon, the dark guards came to the study.
Nalan Ling was still playing chess, so he was not affected at all.
The dark guard stopped in front of him. "Master Nalan, the eldest daughter said that the ninth miss is not dead yet."
The chess piece that Nalan Ling was about to drop on the chessboard fell from the chessboard in an instant.
...* * *...
Yayuanese.
Di Jiu Tan was sitting on an armchair in Shang Liang Yue's bedroom.
Having breakfast.
Lately, he's been here.
It was not that he did not want to return to his palace, but that he could not return.
As if he could not live without it.
Once here, he can't leave.
It's just, the figure he's leaving.
Tomorrow, he will enter the palace.
New year's.
Tomorrow's the thirty.
Di Jiu Tan put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at the open window.
The layout here is nice, when the window is opened, there will be a very beautiful flower garden and plants.
However, the flowers and plants were previously untreated, and they died, barren.
Almost everything is abandoned.
Now that she was back, she had someone replace her with the same flowers and plants, and now those flowers and plants are growing so well and beautifully.
The group stepped forward, "My master, it's time for Chen Shi (07.00 - 09.00)."
Di Jiu Tan got up and came out.
He wants to go somewhere.
The place she had been with Yue'er before.
He wanted to go there and look around.
Take a walk.
Immediately, the carriage was prepared at the Yayuan gate, and Di Jiu Tan climbed onto the carriage.
Not long after, the carriage stopped at a place filled with fragrant osmanthus trees.
Previously, Di Jiu Tan and Shang Liang Yue had been to this place.
Back then, the two came here to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus.
He remembered everything about that day.
Up until now, she still remembered every sentence, every word that Yue'er said back then.
Di Jiu Tan got off the train and got in.
The path he walked was the one he and Shang Liang Yue had walked together before.
He knows where to start and where to stop.
And he's the same now as he used to be.
It was as if I was walking on the same path back then, as if there was someone beside me.
But ...
How could anyone?
Everything is my own memory.
Own imagination.
Delusions themselves.
The troupe followed Di Jiu Tan.
Wherever Di Jiu Tan goes, he goes.
In winter, fragrant osmanthus trees do not flower.
Only green leaves and snow fall on the leaves.
The white is clear, and the white is clear.
Di Jiu Tan looked at the crystal snow.
It was as if he was looking at the fragrant and pouting osmanthus and Shang Liang Yue's smile.
He had soft eyes, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his entire body was as gentle as jade, just like before.
However …
A gust of wind came, and the attendant immediately said, "My master! Be careful!"
As the officer let out a sound, the officer stood in front of Di Jiu Tan, and punched the person who was running towards him.
However, after seeing that the person running was a small child, the attendant pulled out his palm.
But he still looked at the child who was running vigilantly.
However, before the boy could reach the two of them, he fell to the ground violently.
Seeing this scene, the vigilance in the eyes of the officer was still there.
He extended his hand to block Di Jiu Tan.
Di Jiu Tan looked at the child lying on the ground and said, "It's okay."
The boy was stunned by the fall.
Definitely not reacting.
After Di Jiu Tan finished speaking, he came out and helped the boy stand up.
The party hurriedly said, "My master, be careful!"
If the master he was following was an ordinary person, not a prince, then he would not be so wary, cautious, or even make a fuss over the mole rat lair.
But the master he followed was the prince.
As simple as a child is dangerous.
The group quickly came to Di Jiu Tan's side.
Di Jiu Tan said, "No problem."
This is an ordinary boy.
He lifted the child up, looked at the child, and said, "Be careful."
Hearing his words, the boy regained his senses, looked at Di Jiu Tan, and said, "This is for you."
He stretched out his red palm.
In his palm lay a piece of paper that had been squeezed by him.
Seeing this, the servant said, "My master, back off."
As he spoke, he grabbed the paper very quickly.
Things given by strange children are not safe.
The officer took the paper, opened it, and examined it.
After making sure there were no problems, the follower gave the paper to Di Jiu Tan.
There were words on the paper, and he saw them.
But he did not read what was written on the paper.
So, he did not know what was written on the paper.
However, the officer gave the paper to Di Jiu Tan, but he did not release it.
He said, "Your Majesty, this subordinate holds it, you can see it."
Even if his examination was fine, he was still worried.
Di Jiu Tan did not say much, but looked at the words on the paper.