C13 Master if you want to laugh laugh

Mo Weinong picked up a piece of fish and put it into her mouth, blinking her eyes, "Then what are you regretting?"

"Unfortunately, Prince Yan won't live past twenty-five years." Lan Qin said with great emotion.

Mo Weinong's hand paused, and she asked in astonishment, "Didn't you say he is healthy? If she wasn't sick or in pain, how could she be so sure that she wouldn't live past twenty-five years? Could it be that they have a family background? Even men can't live past twenty-five years? "

"No, it was calculated by the Imperial Advisor."

"Divine stick?" You can even believe this?

Lan Qin opened her eyes wide, "Miss, lower your voice, what is this divine staff? The Imperial Advisor was very powerful. Be it the Imperial Court or the commoners, they all respected him. Although the time for him to calculate is not long, as long as it's him, there's nothing wrong with doing it.

So powerful?

"That's why the heavens are jealous of such a talented individual. You said that the Prince Yan is such a powerful individual, but why can't he live for much longer?" Lan Qin grumbled, "Compared to Prince Yan, even that Ji Haolin is nothing. If not for the fact that everyone thought that the number one beauty in the capital was not suitable for the heaven's pride experts like the Prince Yan, how could Ji Haolin stand up for him? If Miss can be married to Prince Yan. "

Mo Weinong was almost pierced by the fish bone, he fiercely slapped Lan Qin, "Do you want me to be your Young Miss's widow in the future?"

"?" Lan Qin lowered her head and continued to silently eat.

After eating for a while, she could not help but mutter in a low voice, "But Prince Yan is really powerful, I heard that he was talking about some business at the border level with the Emperor at the age of thirteen. Now, everyone is saying that they have benefited a lot, and is praising him.

Mo Weinong chuckled. Of course the emperor values him.

Amongst the three kings, the power of the Prince Ji was too great, and had already caused Emperor to fear him.

Prince Yan was extremely smart and one of the three kings, but he had a short life. Even the Emperor wouldn't need to spend so much time and effort to deal with this kind of person. He would just have to wait for him to be 25 years old and wouldn't have to worry about his own status being threatened.

So what if you're smart? He didn't have much time left to live.

Mo Weinong curled her lips. It seemed that after so many years, the only person the three kings could rely on was the Prince Ji.

No wonder the Wanning Marquis was approaching the Prince Ji. He had forgotten that the Emperor could not use the Prince Ji as a weapon, but he could still make a move against the people beside him.

Mo Weinong felt that the Wanning Marquis Mansion's future was bleak. She clicked her tongue twice, and turned her head to look at the main street outside the tavern.

Prince Yan's carriage had already disappeared, and the customers in the restaurant had all returned to their seats. However, the sounds of their discussions were even louder, as they surrounded Prince Yan to talk.

At this moment, a black figure quickly rushed up from the carriage of the Prince Yan. He half bent his body and bowed at the side of the carriage, bowing to the Prince Yan in a low voice, "Master."

Prince Yan held a teacup in his hand, steadily and steadily. He raised his eyes to look at the half-kneeling black figure and asked, "How is it?"

"It's just as Master estimated, Prince Ji did make a move." Cen Yi lowered his head, his legs still trembling. That woman just now practically made him want to cut off all ties with her.

Prince Yan saw his abnormality and narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at him.

The pressure on top of his head made it hard for Cen Yi to endure, but in the end, he still spoke up in a small voice, "This subordinate met a woman in the restaurant, we fought."

Prince Yan placed the cup on the table and asked Cen Yi to sit. "Woman?"

"That woman probably followed Mrs. Ji upstairs, and eavesdropped on different people." It was because of this that Cen Yi did not kill her.

Prince Yan did not care about this, what he cared about was ?

"You're not her match?"

Cen Yi was ashamed, "She used sinister methods." As he spoke, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

Prince Yan's gaze fell on the space between his legs, as he silently turned his head to look outside the window.

"?" Cen Yi cried. Master, just laugh if you want to.