Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 2261: Brother-in-law, monks don't ask question

Kou Yuexi nodded quickly.

There was pure trust in her eyes.

"Don't worry, His Royal Highness, Yuexi will never tell anyone else."

Afterwards, she said goodbye to Yun Linzhou and left.

When Kou Yuexi's figure disappeared, Yun Linzhou's expression turned completely cold.

"Zuoran." He called out with his lips open.

Hiding in the dark, Zhuo Ran immediately appeared after listening to the whole process.

"Your Highness, please order."

"Go and keep an eye on them, this prince, I don't want to see Shen Wentai walk out of Qianli Palace alive."

Zoran bowed his head: "Yes!"

Yun Linzhou put his hands behind him and watched the golden autumn sun cover the fallen leaves.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gu Nuoer, it turns out that you took in Shen Wentai.

Oh, interesting.

at the same time.

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming raced back to the palace, and Kongjue immediately told Gu Nuoer what he saw.

"I asked the palace maid about that person. It seems to be Shang Shuling's daughter, Miss Kou. She must have seen Mr. Shen recovering here."

Gu Nuoer's face was solemn.

Ling Shen on the side also said seriously: "The Kou family is trying to find a way to send their daughter to the position of the crown prince. If they dedicate this news to the prince, then Mr. Shen will be in danger!"

The evidence compiled by Liang Yushi is a key.

And Shen Wentai must live, because he is a witness.

Gu Nuoer and the others are now trying to ensure that Shen Wentai can live until Ling Tianyin returns to the palace.

The girl's jet-black eyes were immersed in a storm of thought.

After a while, she suddenly stood up.

"You have to send Mr. Shen out."

Qianli Palace must be targeted by Yun Linzhou, and it is not safe.

Ling Shen frowned in distress: "But the prince's brother's eyeliner is all over the palace, it's not easy to send Mr. Shen out of the public eye."

Gu Nuo'er looked at Ye Siming beside him: "Others can't do it, but brother Siming can."

Ye Siming is wiping his broken sword "Ye Nuo".

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows at Gu Nuo'er, and then with a lazy expression, he pointed to his cheek.

Gu Nuo'er seemed to understand, and her face turned red: "Okay, I promise."

Ling Shen and Kongjue looked at each other, very puzzled.

"What are you two talking about?" Kongjue asked.

Ye Siming stood up neatly: "The monk doesn't ask about my brother-in-law."

Kongjue was suffocated by his angry breath: "You!"

Ling Shen hurriedly stood between Kongjue and Ye Siming.

He said to Kongjue: "Please forgive me, little master, now only Brother Ming can help Mr. Shen."

Kongjue had no choice but to twist the beads and recite the scriptures to calm his mind.

Ye Siming asked Gu Nuoer, "When will you leave?"

Gu Nuo'er pondered deeply, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "The day after tomorrow. Shen'er just happened to be leaving the palace with Miss Liang, then put Mr. Shen in the carriage, went out with the prince's team, and found a place to settle down. ."

The time will soon come to the day after tomorrow.

Ye Siming was extremely fast, and even if Zhuo Ran's people were hiding near Qianli Palace, they didn't feel anyone passing by.

Ling Shen's carriage and team left the palace with great momentum and went to inspect the workshop.

According to what he had already arranged, Mr. Shen Wentai would be sent to a safe and hidden place by him.

Liang Siyin also knew about the plan. At this moment, she was riding in a carriage with Ling Shen.

"Siyin, don't worry, I have arranged everything." Seeing that she had been silent, Ling Shen thought she was worried, so he spoke to comfort her.

Who knows, Liang Siyin just glanced at him and didn't speak.

Ling Shen pursed his lips, he wanted to relieve Liang Siyin's heart and lungs, but now he had to give up.

The carriage marched into the street, and the people shouted and thanked the prince Ling Shen for taking care of them.

But when Ling Shen led the people and entered the fork in the road, he heard a scream.

And, accompanied by the woman's miserable cry—

"Help!"