Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……what?!"

Hearing this, Captain Ouyang almost didn't stare out his eyes, "What's going on here, tell me in detail!"

"Yes!"

The spy nodded and detailed the "encounter" of Bei Xiuli and his party in the Eastern Capital.

Hearing the old ministers look at each other, their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Listen to this... I'm afraid Young Master Ouyang knew about our plan earlier, Mr. Taiwei."

Qian Shaofu, one of the six ministers, frowned, sighed uncomfortably, and looked at Captain Ouyang.

Persuading him, "Taiwei, the lower official has reminded you long ago that Feng Lan, the commander of Fengxianglou, is eccentric and cunning. Although he heard that he is crazy, he is still a very difficult master to deal with! That Beihu The second princess is also impatient, no, it's just in his way!"

"According to the lower official, we shouldn't have let the willful second princess of Beihu get involved in this matter, we should have hired some more secure assassins..."

"...As you see it, when we made the plan, why didn't you say a few words? Only when the plan failed?"

Captain Ouyang interrupted Qian Shaofu's words with dissatisfaction, and his long eyebrows squinted, "Qian Zhongjun, what time is it, you don't want to be an afterthought, think about what to do now!"

He had a vague hunch that if he didn't hurry up, the little emperor would have to deal with them in reverse!

This is the end of the matter, for the sake of future plans, this little emperor...let's never go back to the imperial capital!

Thinking of this, Taiwei Ouyang sighed, and then turned to the spy and instructed, "Go back to Taiwei's mansion and let Commander Mo dispatch a group of my Daxuanyuan's elite assassins to Dongdu to support Lian'er..."

"Also, for those Beihu soldiers, they will be locked up in the East Metropolitan Government Yaai for as long as they last, but that Princess Xiu must be rescued by Captain Ben quickly, so as not to delay the days of her marriage with the Sage!"

"...As ordered!"

...

Dongdu, Market Street.

It is the day when the dragon rises on the second day of February, the day when all things recover.

The farmland on the outskirts of Dongdu started the first spring ploughing of the year, and in the Dongdu, every shop has also ended the season, and opened one after another.

Coupled with the various stalls who came to the first fair this year, the scene was even more lively and spectacular than the Shangyuan Festival half a month ago.

With the idea of ​​​​being lively and not enjoying happiness, Xiang Xing dragged Feng Lan out of Fengxiang Building early in the morning and dragged him to go for a stroll.

Now that "Hua Ling" has passed away, Feng Lan can only show people as men. If it was said that the two were like sisters during the Spring Festival, jokingly pressing down the road, now, they are really as close as a pair of partners. Attracted a lot of envious eyes.

Of course, these are only what the people of Dongdu see in the eyes.

In fact, even though they were shopping and eating, the two of them were not idle at all. They both quietly exercised their inner strength and sensed everything around them.

"The shopkeepers of Ruihetang have all been replaced. Now these people have the inner interest of the dead guards of the Ouyang family."

In the Ruihe Hall, the little guy smirked while carrying various flavors of Ejiao Date Cake, reminding Feng Lan very softly.

"The boss and the proprietress of Lingluofang just now are not the same as the previous two. They all have the strong body odor of Beihu people, but they can't hide it, and they will kill me."

The man held the smelly fabric in his hands in disgust, and turned back to Xiang Xing with a smile.