In addition, some things about Hanzhou were also mentioned. Generally speaking, there were no problems with Hanzhou, but there were still some loyal servants of the Han Mansion who wanted to take revenge and were beaten and killed by them. For at least three to five years, no one would dare to have a strange intention.

The people of Juewang are training their soldiers there, and they should be effective within half a year.

After reading the letter, Su Li got up and went to Prime Minister Su's library. She had to look for any books to tell about Haiguo.

Mu Xiang accompanied Su Li and told the story of the National Master taking the child's clothes back in the morning. Su Li was slightly stunned when she heard this. The clothes... There was a big set of clothes for Tian'er. He wouldn't take them away together.

"You send someone to ask the Master of Heavy Machinery, and I asked him to calculate the exact location, and whether he had calculated it."

Mu Xiang frowned slightly as she heard this, stepped forward a few steps, ran to the lady's side, and asked her softly.

"Miss, since the matter has passed, why should I look for it again? If the child is well-off and has a good life, it will be very good. If you come back, what will the national teacher think?"

Su Li's steps stopped and her heart was slightly stinged. It was not that she had considered the feelings of the national teacher, but she felt guilty about the child. She owed the child a life. If she could still compensate, of course she would do her best to compensate.

But now I am stupid and only know that the child has been born in the capital, but I don’t know where the child is.

Not to mention twenty thousand children in the capital, there are always five thousand children. After searching, it is not the only one.

With a long sigh, Su Li patted Mu Xiang's back of her hand, and said nothing, and entered the library.

At this moment, in the dungeon of the Qi Palace, he was dominating a chair with King Yan, sitting in front of the stove in the dungeon, looking at King Cang tied to the punishment rack in a cold manner.

King Cang's body was covered in flesh, bloody, drooping his head, and fainted. King Cang raised his hand and sprinkled a basin of salt water. King Cang's roared in pain, so much pain that even his teeth were trembling.

However, Prince Qi and Prince Yan both found a strange look at the same time, which was that the whip was whipped on King Cang's face, blood marks were everywhere on his body and legs, and his skin was blooming, but his face was clean and there were no scars?

How is this possible?

The two princes stood up and walked towards the Cang King. In just a moment, they pulled off a mask on his face. Under the mask was a scarred face. Prince Qi's face turned slightly angry.

"I'm fooled, Cang Qing is using the golden cicada to escape the shell."

"Brother Wang, I originally wanted to ask him how to control the puppet, but now I'm in vain."

Uncle Jing didn't have any movement now and didn't know how to control him, but the palace sent a message saying that it could not be burned now, so what should I do?

King Yan had a gloomy face and glanced at the mask. His eyes flashed slightly, and then he patted King Qi's shoulder.

"Go into the palace."

It’s not that there is no way, it just needs to get the consent of the father. Otherwise, if this matter is investigated, it will still be punished.

"Brother Wang, the snow disaster makes it difficult for the people to move forward. Has the emperor's disaster relief been arranged?"
Chapter completed!