Taking the initiative, Xia Tan'er couldn't wait for Song Lingcheng to speak.
Rather than knowing how she came back, she wanted to know about Dong Lingjiu's safety.
However, in front of Song Lingcheng, she was Princess Jin.
That only has an uncle-nephew relationship with Dong Lingjiu.
If you care too much about Dongling Jiu, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.
Song Lingcheng put away the folding fan with a snap, stepped forward quickly, pulled up a chair and sat in front of Xia Tan'er, looking very surprised.
"Miss Xia, you don't know?"
Xia Tan'er shook her head.
The only memory she had left was of desperately trying to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Dong Ling Jiu while on the carriage.
As for the rest, nothing is known.
"Master Song knows?"
"We have known each other for such a long time, so don't call me Mr. Song when we are outside. Just call me Ling Cheng."
"I wonder if Ling Cheng can tell me what happened at that time."
Song Lingcheng raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes.
But in the next second, he looked very confused.
"It's strange to say that three nights ago, everyone in our house had already rested."
"But in the middle of the night, I heard a very urgent knock on the door."
"I never thought that when I opened the door, I would see you alone in a pool of blood."
"Did you see the carriage leaving?"
"I saw one. The servant guarding the door looked outside, but only saw the rear of the carriage. I don't know who it belongs to."
When he said this, Song Lingcheng peeked at Xia Tan'er through the cover of the folding fan.
Xia Tan'er's brows furrowed slightly.
The worry in his eyes has not been relieved since he entered.
"Could it be that this girl is really attracted to Uncle Nine Emperors?"
"No, we have to try again."
Song Lingcheng put away the folding fan again and suddenly approached Xia Tan'er.
"So, who sent you back? Why should Tan'er be so stingy and hide it from me?"
Xia Tan'er pursed her lips, snatched the folding fan from Song Lingcheng's hand, and lightly tapped it on his forehead.
"You are already the richest man in Dongling, and you are still gossiping like this. Mr. Song must have made his fortune by selling other people's information."
This sentence silenced Song Lingcheng directly.
He didn't expect that Xia Tan'er's vision of seeing people was so accurate.
On the surface, he is the richest man in Dongling, operating various industries, but secretly, he uses these industries to collect information for Dongling Jiu's use.
"Why didn't you talk in the early hours of the morning?"
"Could it be that I guessed it right?"
"How is this possible? How could I, a merchant, do such a thing? Gathering intelligence is a heinous crime. If someone discovers it, I will be punished."
"Ang, I thought that in ancient times, having poor information was also the key to getting rich."
"What? What information is missing?"
"Nothing, then let me ask you, is there anything new in Dongling Imperial City these days?"
"What's new? What do you want to ask?"
"It's related to the palace and the court."
"There is one thing."
"What?"
Xia Tan'er was curious and almost pounced on him.
Song Lingcheng looked at Xia Tan'er's anxious look and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.
At this moment, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.
Song Lingcheng gave Xia Tan'er a meaningful look.
"Is Tan'er concerned about Prince Jin's safety?"
"However, speaking of which, something big happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion. You have been recuperating in your room these days. The owner of the valley specifically told me not to let you get angry, so I didn't ask anyone to tell you."
"I don't want to know anything about the Prime Minister's Mansion, so just tell me what happened in the palace and court."
Song Lingcheng was really anxious.
But she couldn't be too exposed yet.
If possible, I really want to push Song Lingcheng to the ground and beat him severely.
Seeing that Xia Tan'er was really anxious.
Song Lingcheng stopped joking.
He looked around, as if after confirming that there were no ears between the walls, he approached Xia Tan'er with a gossipy face, and faced her face to face. Even his breath could be sprayed on Xia Tan'er's face.
"This matter has only been spread among the DPRK and China, and I only heard about it recently."
"I heard that my Uncle Nine Emperors, the God of War in Dongling, was attacked by an assassin three days ago. He was struck by a sword in the chest. He is now lying dying in his palace."
"Do you think it's strange? It was the Second Prince of Nanling before, and now it's Uncle Nine Emperors' turn. Who is behind this?"
"Dying? Is your life in danger? Have you asked the imperial doctor to see you?"
"How about you ask the miracle doctor in the mansion to go there in person?"
This series of worries and concerns made Song Lingcheng raise his eyebrows again.
"Xiao Tan'er doesn't even worry about the people in her prime minister's palace, but now she is worried about the safety of Uncle Nine Emperors?"
He looked at Song Lingcheng with amusement on his face.
Xia Tan'er felt itchy with hatred.
If she didn't have to take care of the child in her belly, she would have gone directly to the Nine Princes' Mansion, and there was no need to inquire here.
well.
Dong Lingjiu's injuries were already serious, he was poisoned, and he lost too much blood.
She was really worried if it wasn't her own hands to heal him.
But such worries should not be exposed to Song Lingcheng at all.
Xia Tan'er cleared her throat.
Pretend to be extremely knowledgeable.
Even the rhetoric is easy to say and said in an angular way.
"I heard that Uncle Nine Emperors of Dongling is the God of War in Dongling, the patron saint of the people of Dongling. He is young, but he sweeps across the Jiuzhou Continent and is feared by the other three countries. If something happens to such a person, then Dongling will become the target of public criticism. .”
"I'm worried about the destruction of my country."
"Then you can rest assured. Dongling will not be destroyed, and Uncle Nine Emperors will be fine."
Seeing that the words were almost ready, Song Lingcheng told Xia Tan'er the words he had discussed with Dong Lingjiu before.
"Although Uncle Nine Emperors was cut, fortunately the doctor treated him in time and it's no longer serious. Now he is just recuperating in the mansion and cannot see anyone for the time being."
"Then I can rest assured. Dongling is not in danger of destroying the country."
Xia Tan'er was relieved to hear the news that Dongling Jiu'an was good.
The big stone in my heart fell to the ground.
At this moment, Xia Tan'er's stomach growled, breaking the silence between the two.
Listen to the rising and falling sounds.
Xia Tan'er pursed her lips in embarrassment, raised her head and asked Song Lingcheng.
"What's there to eat? I'm hungry."
"Hongxiu has been ordered to prepare it and it will be delivered later."
"I still have some important things to do in my shop, Xiao Tan'er. You can have a good rest in your room and I won't disturb you again later."
When Song Lingcheng stood up, he showed a hint of sadness to Xia Tan'er at the right moment.
Xia Tan'er took a look.
Thinking that now he and Song Lingcheng can be regarded as grasshoppers on the same rope.
I couldn't help but ask.
"But what happened in the shop recently? You seem to be in a bad mood?"
"It's not a big deal. You, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace, have been reading poetry and books since you were a child. How do you know how to do business? Don't worry, I will take care of it and I won't starve you."
