Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Song Quan and Master Song Qiyuan looked at each other.

They both saw the thick suspicion and vigilance in each other's eyes.

Song Quan took a deep breath: "Then... you were seen by the little princess?"

Han Zheng bowed his head: "Never, I was humble and sensitive, the princess didn't notice."

Song Quan squinted at him: "Then can you see what the monk is doing? There has been no news for so long, what is going on?"

Han Zheng rolled his throat twice.

"It's a little far away, and I can't see it clearly in my humble position. I just saw the people around the emperor coming and going back and forth, and candles were burning in the hall all night, as if they were discussing things."

So this group of monks did not arouse suspicion?

What is the reason for the emperor to keep quiet from the wind?

Song Quan thought for a moment, with a polite smirk on his face, he stretched out his hand and pulled Han Zheng: "You have worked hard tonight, Yuaner, you take him to find the man in the house, Take good care of the injury on your leg."

He gave Song Qiyuan a look.

The latter understands.

"Yes, please don't worry."

Song Qiyuan looked tense and walked out.

Han Zheng thanked Song Quan for his grace and stumbled out.

In the middle of the night, the light rain fell, bringing the light chill of early autumn.

The back door of Song Mansion opened abruptly, and a cart covered with a straw mat was pushed by a few servants and creaked out.

"Young master, where do you want to drag this person?"

"Mass Burial Mound, where else could it be!"

"Ouch, where is it? I'm so scared, this person is dead and evil, can't he be haunted?"

"Look at what you said, why did you even frighten yourself."

Afterwards, he struggled so badly, the young master let five or six of us hold him before hacking him to death! If it is not evil, what is that cold light? "

The other housekeeper was also a little frightened: "Don't talk about this, hurry up and finish the business that the young master gave us, so that we can go back to sleep. This day is going to change, it's really cold!"

The scooter passed through the puddle.

A pale hand slipped out of the grass mat, blood dripping down the fingertips.

Gu Nuo'er's mana can only protect him from damage once.

However, Han Zheng's fate can be imagined in the face of those villains who want his life.

In this world, there are always people dying, seemingly silent.

In fact, God sees it.

A person who has done many evils will throw himself out of an earth-shattering burial.

Song Qiyuan wiped the blood off his face and changed his clothes.

I went to the study to find Song Quan.

"Dad, Han Zheng has already solved it, but my son doesn't understand. Since he has not been discovered, why should he be silenced?"

Song Quan leaned on the chair, the old **** narrowed his eyes on the ground.

"You are still young and not cautious enough. Don't forget, the emperor and the little princess are adults and villains. Han Zheng thought he was not found, what if?

We can't take the slightest risk, not to mention that Han Zheng has completed the task, as long as he finds out that the group of monks is not suspected by the emperor, it is enough. So, it's no use keeping him! "

Song Qiyuan nodded, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "Father, this time, if I can send Gu Nuoer away directly, I can relieve half of the hatred in my heart!

If I can kill her again with my own hands, I can avenge the eldest sister! "

Song Quan laughed: "No hurry, we have time, use the emperor's favor for the princess, and put the princess to death! Just wait and see."