Upon hearing this, Si Jinxing couldn't help but ask:
"Master Lingyu, I wonder what your relationship is with Crown Prince Hanlan?"
Ling Yu looked at Si Jinxing with a gentle expression. This little girl was really smart. Was she afraid that he would sell her out?
He pulled the corner of his lips, shook his head slightly and smiled:
"Just now, in order to protect the two of you, I pretended to have the intention of cooperating with Prince Han Lan.
We have to go to the Prince's Eastern Palace tomorrow and perform the whole show before I can take you out of the city.
Oh, I forgot to tell Miss Si that my name is not Ling Yu.
My surname is Nanrong, my given name is Ling, and my father is the monarch of the Daqing Kingdom."
When Si Jinxing heard this, he was startled, then smiled and said:
"It turns out to be His Royal Highness Ling Wang, disrespectful, disrespectful!"
Nan Rongling's eyes were filled with warmth as he said:
"I think Miss Si didn't get enough rest along the way, so she should have a good rest tonight.
I won’t bother you any more.”
After he said this, he nodded to Si Jinxing and Li Qingyang, turned around and left the room.
When Li Qingyang saw that the people had gone a little further away, he said to Si Jinxing:
"My Lady, you know that Prince Ling of Daqing is the most talented scholar among the Three Kingdoms.
The poems he wrote were spread all over Longyin, and even the girls in the boudoir admired him very much.
His thoughts and insights are also sought after and respected by the presidents of academies.
Seeing you today, you are indeed so elegant!
County Master, when did you recognize him?"
Si Jinxing told Li Qingyang about how Nan Rongling rescued her on the official road outside Beijing more than half a year ago.
Li Qingyang frowned slightly when he heard this and said:
“Although Prince Ling is a modest gentleman, I am also a scholar who respects him.
But, right now, I have something to say, I wonder if I should say it?"
Upon hearing this, Si Jinxing couldn't help but say:
"If you have something to say, say it. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. What do you mean by not knowing whether to say it or not?"
Li Qingyang glanced outside and said in a low voice:
"If we only talk about his poetry and insights, I naturally admire him.
But the county lady must not forget his identity.
When he goes to see Prince Hanlan tomorrow, will he really send us out of the city?
Are there any interests involved?
After all, he is very likely to be the candidate to inherit the throne of Daqing Kingdom!"
Si Jinxing glanced at him, and Nan Rongling's gentle and elegant expression flashed through her mind.
She couldn't help but say:
"What you're worried about is indeed possible. But I'm willing to believe him."
Seeing her say this, Li Qingyang didn't say anything more.
A powerful person like the county lord must be trustworthy and reliable.
Instead, he began to wonder if he would have the chance to ask Prince Ling for a painting tomorrow...
Later, Si Jinxing washed up and lay down on the bed, but suddenly sat up.
As the saying goes, every failure makes you wiser.
Before, he had just been tied up by the icy Prince Han Lan, and he had lost the strength to fight back.
She slipped into Xinglin Yaxu and found a few small weapons that she could carry with her.
One of them is a ring with a mechanism.
There is a sharp hook hidden inside. Not only can it cut the rope, but it can also take someone's life in close combat.
That night, as Nan Rongling said, Si Jinxing, who had been tired and running around for several days, slept very soundly.
Yuan Xi'ao, who had been searching for "serious criminals of the imperial court" from house to house until midnight, was completely unable to sleep after returning to the East Palace!
There was a lady who was unaware of the truth. She came wearing gauze, not afraid of the cold, to seek favor and service.
But he kicked her out of the door and she hit the wall in the yard!
Soon, a guard came to report:
"Your Highness, Madam Lu...has died from severe injuries."
In response to this, Yuan Xiao didn't even raise his eyelids, and said with a little annoyance:
"What bad luck for a lowly creature to die like that!
Throw her to the north of the city to feed the wolves!"
Yuan Xi'ao sat quietly in the study until dawn.
He couldn't understand why the woman clearly didn't have any weapons on her!
How could there suddenly be such a powerful weapon?
He thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure it out.
Finally, he called in his staff and trusted ministers to discuss the matter.
In the end, they concluded that there must be a traitor in those three houses!
Therefore, naturally, none of the eighteen people in the house survived until dawn.
and......
That Nan Rongling...
The next day, when it was bright, Si Jinxing woke up and a maid knocked on the door.
The maid held a clean dress and a thicker white fox fur cloak in her hands, and helped Si Jinxing put them on, saying:
"This dress was brought by our master from Daqing. I never thought it would fit Miss so well!"
Upon hearing this, Si Jinxing just smiled and said thank you.
In fact, she had prepared clothes at Xinglin Yaxu, but she came in empty-handed and it was difficult for her to produce them out of thin air.
Little did she know that the dress in front of her was made overnight by Nan Rongling after he saw her in Wuning Mansion.
After breakfast, she had nothing to do, so she chatted with the maid for a while:
"After this incident, isn't your master's courtyard exposed to the eyes of the Hanlan people?"
The maid smiled and said:
"Don't worry, young lady. Our master is known for his wandering nature.
Having a house in Hanlan is not uncommon, and the Hanlan royal family doesn't care about it."
Upon hearing this, Si Jinxing recalled the first time she met Nan Rongling. He looked like a handsome young man who was not interested in worldly affairs.
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