"I ask you, did the silver needle be released by Prince Mu?"

"Does the princess care so much?" Leng Wushuang raised her eyes indifferently and looked at her questioning gaze.

Youmeng's voice was cold: "You just need to answer me, yes, or not."

"I have been at the school during the day, and the last emperor has made it clear that the prince is innocent," he said.

Youmeng was stunned by his firm tone and smiled coldly: "What is the reason for you to protect someone you have never known each other?"

He said calmly: "I am not defending the prince, I am just defending justice."

"Justice?" Youmeng drooped his eyes and looked at the low place. "Can the people in the prime minister's house still talk about justice?"

Wushuang was angry with her: "The princess is in a strange mood. Are you wondering whether Wushuang is lying or want to get the most affirmative answer from the end, so as to firmly believe that the prince's character is bad."

Youmeng was seen through by him and wanted to argue guiltily, but he didn't give her a chance. He finished speaking: "In this way, you have a sufficient reason not to let him be this son-in-law?"

After a long time, my dream was speechless, and anger gradually gathered on my face.

"Why do you think you can guess my thoughts?" She glared at him coldly, "General Leng, don't you think you're talking too much?"

Wushuang bowed his head and apologized: "Yes, the last general is usurping."

"He is too perfect in the eyes of outsiders. Sometimes it is an illusion." Youmeng walked to the edge of the pavilion, held the railing, and a thin layer of ice condensed in her eyes.

Wushuang followed the past with his eyes: "Does the princess really think that Prince Mu is the kind of villain who hurts people with a hidden arrow and is not upright in his mind?"

"I only know, knowing people but not the heart. Maybe only he himself knows what kind of person he is."

Wushuang's eyes were dark, and he knew Li Feng's character very well, but she had a deep prejudice against Li Feng and had an inexplicable resistance.

"The prince cannot be the one who puts hidden weapons." His words caused Youmeng to turn around. He looked at each other calmly and decided to tell her the truth, "because the prince is the target of the silver needle stabbing."

Youmeng was stunned: "Are you sure?"

"When the silver needle flew over, I could see it very clearly."

Youmeng made some analysis in her heart and said softly: "Someone wants to harm him."

The unshuang point is about to stop: "You have seen the strength of the prince, princess, he is enough to become the strong enemy of any man on the field."

Youmeng frowned and thought deeply, took a deep breath, and restrained her emotions.

Bathing in the breeze, you are lucky today, but if you can pass this level, you may not be able to pass the Lower level.

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When the emperor returned to the imperial study, Yin Guanxue was elegant and free, sitting there reading a book called "Selected Works of Zhaoming", with a hint of laziness in her expression.

The tea fragrance in the hall was still filled with joy, as if the man had a unique elegance.

"How are you thinking?" Ji Shun asked with a smile.

Guan Xue was not in a hurry to answer, but put down the book and asked him calmly: "I think the martial arts competition is over. Does Your Majesty have no more favorite candidate?"

Ji Shun put his hands behind his back and deliberately put on a arrogant attitude: "Of course there is, there is, I can't let my daughter go. Without you, Yin Guanxue, you will never marry for the rest of your life, right?"

Guanxue smiled calmly, as elegant as the snow on the top of the mountain, gradually melting: "With His Majesty's words, Guanxue can be reassured to refuse."
Chapter completed!