Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

After returning home from court, Su Zihan did not go to his beloved wife first as usual, but went directly into the study.

After hearing the maid's report, Bingying immediately came to the study and looked at her husband who was sitting at the table with a frown on her face: "What happened?"

He stretched out his hands to hold his beloved wife on his lap and sat down, burying his head in her lightly fragrant hair. Su Zihan said in a dull voice: "His Majesty has decreed that I will succeed Jing Zhaoyin."

"Haven't you been working hard to be a minister? Now that you have the opportunity, why are you looking so sad?"

"That's different." Su Zihan sighed: "I originally wanted to rely on my own ability to achieve my wish step by step, but this... I believe you have also heard about the former Jingzhao Yin Zhao Huizhao. Obviously the doctor has

He said it was fine, but he died this morning due to his injuries worsening. From my point of view, someone clearly wanted to kill him; at such a critical moment, the emperor appointed me to succeed him, wouldn't it put me at the forefront of the storm?"

"Who does Zhao Hui belong to?"

After hearing this, Su Zihan raised his head and looked at his beloved wife, his clear black eyes flashing with brilliance. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "What does Ah Bing mean?"

His beloved wife is different from ordinary women in the boudoir, so he never hides the affairs of the court.

The white jade hands as green as green softly smoothed the husband's frown, and Bingying said meaningfully: "The Prime Minister is ambitious and has power over the government. Sooner or later, it will bring disaster to the country, the country, and the country. The emperor's move must have the emperor's intention, and as long as we are loyal to

Your Majesty, as long as you fulfill your responsibilities and feel clear in your heart, that will be fine."

"What Ah Bing said is absolutely true." Su Zihan suddenly understood: "There is also the Ninth Princess——" Could this be the Ninth Princess's intention?

"What's wrong with the Ninth Princess?"

"I always feel that the Ninth Princess is different from the rumors, but I can't describe that feeling."

"Rumors are never trustworthy, are they?"

"That's true."

Holding her husband's neck with both hands, Bingying raised her head and kissed her intimately: "I believe that one day my Zihan will shine and attract the attention of the world."

Su Zihan was very happy to hear these words, her face was filled with a happy smile, her lips covered her sweet red water, and she tasted it lightly, as if she was drinking a sweet and rich wine, it was hot and intense, and it was like clouds carrying it.

With the dense drizzle pouring down, the affectionate murmur disappears in the gentle entanglement.

If I have a wife like you, what more can I ask for?

The Prime Minister, who returned home with a gloomy expression, saw Lin Han was about to go out, so he got angry and said: "Stop!"

When Lin Han heard this, he stopped and stood by the door, his head slightly lowered and his expression unclear.

"Both Prince Zhou and Second Young Master Wang said that it was you, a little beast, who instigated dissension and caused them to fight. Is this true?"

Lin Han lowered his head and said mockingly: "Who are Prince Zhou and Second Young Master Wang? How can I easily instigate them? Then you think too highly of me, a lowly and dandy little beast." Lui clenched his hands behind his back.

The veins in the fist's hands are clearly visible.

"you!"

After just a few words, the Prime Minister was choked and speechless, and his doubts about him were eliminated. After all, this little beast is ignorant and has no skills. He hangs around the streets and alleys all day long, and he has no courage to make trouble.

"If you let me know that you dare to do anything detrimental to the Lin family, I will never forgive you!" After that, he walked away.

Lin Han slowly raised his head and stared at the Prime Minister's back, his eyes exuding a faint chill.

After taking a sip of the tea from Zike, Qingyun looked at Mo Xuan who was sitting beside him: "Who do you think killed Zhao Hui?"

Mo Xuan shook his head. When he went to the Zhao Mansion last night, Zhao Hui's injury happened to worsen, but he didn't see any clues.

At this time, Nanny Shen walked in with a solemn expression: "Princess, Princess Yongle, she----"

"What's wrong with Zhilan?"