Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Half a month later, Beijing.

The sun rises in the east, and its orange light shines softly on the eaves. In the distance, several spring swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The streets were still bustling with activity, as if everything was calm and there was no commotion.

However, those who are thoughtful have already seen through that this is just the calm before the storm.

Gu Panxia led the horse and walked among the crowd, while Lu Yuan followed her, strolling forward.

Not far away, in a restaurant called Jinxiu Garden, King Annan was sitting on the second floor, looking at the two people walking among the crowd.

He picked up the tea cup, blew it twice, took a sip, and sighed softly: "This kid is back after all!"

Beside him stood a boy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked well-behaved and stood silently.

However, when those eyes looked at Lu Yuan in the crowd, they suddenly narrowed slightly, but only for a moment before they returned to their well-behaved appearance.

King Annan put the tea cup in his hand back on the table, pointed to another chair next to him, and motioned for the young man to sit down.

The young man did not refuse, but bent down slightly, thanked him, and sat down.

King Annan looked at him for a long time and couldn't help sighing: "Alas! Among my three sons, the eldest is smart and talented, but he is too kind to a woman and is weak and sick. The second son is short-tempered and easy to suffer. People are provoking you, but as a father, you are the only one you can rest assured of."

The young man in front of him was none other than Murong Hua, whom he had seen in the main hall on the occasion of the Holy Emperor's birthday that day.

He bowed slightly and said very respectfully: "My father will definitely live up to the great trust he has placed in his child!"

King Annan nodded with satisfaction. He had planned his whole life just for that high position.

Now, he is nearly sixty years old. If he dies like this, he will not rest in peace even if he dies.

The obsession was so deep that it had penetrated deeply into his heart. It was not impossible to pull it out, and he had never thought about pulling it out.

King Annan, who had been looking down at Lu Yuan and Panxia, ​​didn't notice that Murong Hua looked at him, and a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes.

"This operation is a success or failure. Hua'er, are you ready?"

Murong Hua said respectfully: "My child is ready, everything is waiting for father's order!"

No one knew that he was looking forward to this day even more than King Annan.

From the time he was sensible, he saw his father working hard for that position. Over time, he also longed for that position.

Not only does my father want a life above ten thousand people, he wants it even more!

If he succeeded, the throne would be his. If he failed, he would have a way out!

King Annan nodded with satisfaction and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Good! Very good! He has the backbone, this is my son!"

Among the crowd, Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised a sarcastic smile.

"You feel it too?"

Gu Panxia looked at him and whispered.

Lu Yuan sneered and said: "Of course, it's so unscrupulous, it's hard not to pay attention!"

He is a martial arts practitioner, and his sensitivity is naturally higher than that of ordinary people. Ever since he entered the busy city, he has felt that someone is watching them.

Now the person who wants to take his life the most is none other than King Annan.

Gu Panxia said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Now, the situation in the palace has changed. Your Majesty and the Queen are both in the hands of King Annan. We can't move even if we have troops."

Lu Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the bustling crowd, with a look of helplessness on his face.

There was chaos in the palace, but outside, it was still as calm as ever. I just didn't know how long this calm could last.