Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Zhang Biluo's reply was originally intended to report good news but not bad news.

But then she thought about it, Prince Kang's palace must have been plotting it for a long time. I wonder if there was any collusion with Yesheng during this period? Although Yesheng's fiefdom is far away, he has a noble concubine, his mother, and the power of his maternal ancestors. Who can guarantee that these people are not there?

Mixed in?

Zhang Biluo thought about it for a long time, but decided to tell the truth. If Prince Kang's Palace can cause chaos in the capital, they may not reach out to the front of the formation. The people who plotted against Yan Beichen last time were people under Ye Sheng's command. Prince Kang's Palace and Yesheng are in cahoots, so they can't

Take it lightly.

Zhang Biluo gave instructions in the letter, telling Yan Beichen to be careful. At the same time, he also promised that he would take good care of his family and business, make a lot of money, and wait for his triumphant return.

At the end of writing, Zhang Biluo was not polite. He looked through ancient poetry dictionaries and compiled some sentences about lovesickness. "It's hard to say goodbye when we meet," "One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow," "Hongdou

"Birth of the Southern Kingdom", I copied half a piece of paper, and gave up after feeling that the nauseating array overwhelmed Yan Beichen.

I put down my pen and looked up, it was already dark.

Although it was early summer at this time, the capital was already very hot, and the heat was steaming at night. Zhang Biluo opened the window to get some air, but heard someone quarreling quietly outside.

"You just serve the rice dumplings well. Why are you holding my hand?"

"It was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. Who knew it was your paw? I just thought it was a rice dumpling."

"If you're looking for someone, just look for it. Why are you blocking me in a corner?"

"This is how you look for talents. If you look straight at me, they will definitely suspect that I am not just trying to cover for you."

Zhang Biluo thought: "How long have you been back? You two didn't spend the whole night talking, right?"

She didn't even need to ask, Lian Ying did it on purpose. He could tell from a distance that the other party was very skilled. Under the same light, he couldn't tell the difference between rice dumplings and hands? Isn't this nonsense?

Zhang Biluo coughed, and immediately there was no movement outside.

After a hasty sleep, Zhang Biluo woke up and there was news from Prince Kang's Mansion.

Last night, there was an overnight interrogation in Dali Temple. A party in Prince Kang's palace confessed to the arson plan, but refused to reveal the mastermind behind it.

Yan Zhen sneered, mentioned the little fat man who was still in a coma, and went directly to the palace to find the emperor.

Ye Hongtu had already received the news, and even though he was furious, he didn't have a good look towards this ignorant nephew.

"Ye Chengsi?"

The little fat man had just woken up. He rubbed his neck and sat up. When he saw the emperor, he quickly saluted. He looked aside and pretended not to see Yan Zhen since he didn't recognize him.

In front of the emperor, the little fat man was still very polite and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, why is Chengsi in the palace?"

Ye Hongtu said coldly: "Then I have to ask you, where were you before? Who did you meet? What did you say?"

Ye Chengsi suddenly remembered, "Your Majesty, Chengsi was originally going to see "Houyi Shoots the Golden Crow". There were two little brats bullying me in the theater. They were two against one!"

Ye Hongtu had a stern look on his face, "There are some omissions, let's think about it later."

Ye Chengsi's face paled a bit, and he added: "I just tripped them up, but they actually joined forces to deal with me! I beg Your Majesty to make the decision for me, peel them off and roast them into charcoal!"

The two grandsons of the Yan family were actually cursed by him like this. Yan Zhen's face was gloomy, and he wanted to strangle this brat to death.

After all, in front of the emperor, the Marquis couldn't argue with a brat. He smiled coldly and said: "I heard that there are many elites in Prince Kang's palace and they are extremely powerful. But some people say that it is just bragging."

When he heard that someone was questioning the Kang Prince's Mansion, Ye Chengsi quit his job: "Who said that? My elites can attack wherever they go. They can do anything in heaven or on earth!"

"Really? I don't believe it." Yan Zhen continued, "If a street is burned down, Prince Kang's Mansion can't do it, right?"

Ye Chengsi frowned, "What are you talking about, old man?"

"Your Majesty, it seems that Wei Chen is right. Prince Kang's Palace may not be able to deal with a fire like that on Yuxiu Street."

Ye Chengsi was so angry that he blurted out, "Who said Prince Kang's Mansion can't do it! I went to my brother's study last night to get something, and he just happened to bring someone back. I was lying behind the bookshelf and heard it! It's getting dark now, and the whole street

Is it all burned out?”

Speaking of which, what else do you not understand? Emperor Ye Hongtu was so angry that he was speechless for a long time, and Yan Zhen stopped talking. The emperor's brother wants to burn down my family's territory. Your Majesty can handle it yourself. Anyway, you can't explain it without giving me an explanation.

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Ye Chengsi said that he was bald, his heart was pounding, and he simply said: "Your Majesty wants to make the decision for Chengsi, and those two boys who knocked me out are trying to kill the emperor's relatives! No, if there is a fire today, they would have set it on fire.

It’s turned into coke.”

Ye Hongtu asked in a deep voice: "Should this fire be burned?"

Ye Chengsi loudly said: "The surname Ye represents the dignity of the royal family. Anyone who offends us will be strangled to death, crushed to death, slapped to death, or poisoned to death! It doesn't matter if we set fire to it. They were burned by the palace's fire. They should be grateful!"

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