Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Yes!!"

...

When Ouyang Lian heard the wind and rushed to Fengxiang Tower, Bei Xiuli and his party had already been brought to the yamen by the officials.

And he looked at the Fengxiang Building, which was smashed into a mess, and looked at the direction of the Yamen. He hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to go to the Fengxiang Building to find out.

After all, based on his understanding of Xiu Xiu, it should be impossible for her to do what the spy said, killing people directly...

What's more, she was still pregnant, how could she use her inner strength!

Thinking about it, the man's front foot has already stepped on the threshold of Fengxianglou.

I saw that the former No. 1 wind and moon field in the world was now in tatters, and everything that could be seen was smashed into pieces.

Those girls, even more sobbing, gathered in front of a "corpse" already covered with white cloth.

And on the "corpse", there was a little girl who looked familiar from the clothes, and was crying.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Lian couldn't help his heart sinking.

He subconsciously took another half step forward, but the next moment, a slender figure flashed in front of him without any expression.

Stop him coldly.

"Ouyang Consort, we don't welcome you in Fengxianglou."

"...Han'er..."

Looking at the beautiful woman with a dark face and deep hatred in her eyes, Ouyang Lian couldn't help but lose his mind.

But after another pause, he hurriedly said, "Han'er, what happened? That corpse is..."

"Go to the yamen by yourself and ask your second princess."

Feng Han coldly dropped a sentence, then turned around, "Drive out."

"Yes!"

A group of mysterious-clothed guards stepped forward instantly, blasted Ouyang Lian out, and immediately closed the door of Fengxiang Tower.

"Fenghan!!"

Ouyang Lian was angry and anxious, and couldn't help shouting outside.

However, he didn't open the gate again, he could only hold his stomach full of grievances and rush towards the Dongdu Fuya.

And when he went, he almost vomited three liters of blood without being so angry.

After all, Bei Xiuli was the noble second princess of Bei Hu. Facing the cold and stern question of Lord Nan, the prefect of the Eastern Capital, how could she bear it, so she directly revealed her identity in the court.

But she forgot that she had sneaked in through the border between Beihu and Xuanyuan in private, and there was no official customs clearance document on her body...

As a result, not only did the Nanda people not fear, but also made him add another crime of trespassing into the territory of other countries without permission, and put this group of people in the prison directly in the name of the fine work of foreign vassal...

All of this caught Ouyang Lian by surprise.

It is true that Bei Xiuli and his party murdered for no reason. Even if he showed his identity to plead for mercy, the Nan Zhifu, known as the iron-faced Qingtian, would never give him a good face.

After thinking about it, Ouyang Lian could only write a secret letter immediately and send it to the imperial capital with 100,000 people in a hurry.

...

Three days later.

Xiang Xing drooped his small head and lay blankly in front of Feng Lan's bed.

Looking at the face that was still asleep, she was worried but helpless.

This guy, the play is over, and all his internal injuries have healed.

Even the identity of Hua Ling has already been "into the ground for safety".

When is he going to sleep until he wakes up?

Aren't you going to be hungry?

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help getting up and brought a big chicken leg for her from the small tea table.

While swallowing, he hung the big chicken leg in front of the man's nose, dangling it.