The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Zhao Xian deliberately found a secret place, hid the four assassins, and sent twenty guards to guard them.

Nie Changping's side was simpler, he sent a glass of poisonous wine, and Yicheng died that day.

Although Yicheng was only a low-ranking official, he was also a public eater. When he died, he would have to report to the court.

The cause of death given by Nie Changping was suicide because of fear of crime. As for why Yicheng committed suicide because of fear of crime, the dossier had to be very vague and had a taste of wanting to cover it up.

But everyone has brains. When the news spreads, everyone thinks of the assassination of the prince at the inn, and they will naturally be able to guess the reason.

After everything was arranged, in the early morning of the third day, the team regrouped and continued south along the Yijiang River.

This mighty team of thousands of people seems to be no different from before, and the frame of the prince is still there, but only a few people know that the person sitting in the car is not the prince at all, but a figure similar to the prince. substitute.

The real prince has disguised himself and boarded the merchant ship going south.

Luo Qinghan originally only planned to bring Xiao Xixi and the four bodyguards, but that guy Nie Changping had to follow him with shame.

Nie Changping himself brought two servants and two guards, so they changed from six to eleven.

Luo Qinghan pretended to be a rich young master who went south to play, and Xiao Xixi was his younger brother. Although the two were not born alike at all, they couldn't help but look very good-looking, and they were very eye-catching when they stood together.

As long as they show up, they will always attract a lot of people's attention.

Merchant ships were going down the river much faster than a horse-drawn carriage on the road.

Xiao Xixi only stood on the deck for a while out of curiosity when she first boarded the ship, and then she retreated to the cabin room and continued to sleep.

She still lives in a room with Luo Qinghan.

Merchant ships do not provide meals, and passengers can only find ways to solve three meals a day.

So Luo Qinghan and others could only eat dry food.

This kind of steamed buns steamed with high-quality white flour is white and soft, and the taste is not bad, but for His Royal Highness, who is used to eating royal meals in the palace, it is really hard to swallow.

Not only the prince, but Nie Changping also found it unpalatable.

But if you don't eat, you can't do it. There is still a long way to go, so you can't starve yourself to death.

The snacks Xiao Xixi brought have already been eaten up by her, and she also followed everyone to eat steamed buns and mustard vegetables.

She was the one who had the happiest time eating steamed buns among all the people present.

She took a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of mustard, and ate it deliciously.

Luo Qinghan put down the half of the steamed bun in his hand and said expressionlessly, "I can't eat it anymore."

Xiao Xixi said worriedly: "You have eaten too little, you will be hungry later."

"Let's talk when you're hungry."

Seeing that he really didn't want to eat it, Xiao Xixi simply took his steamed buns and ate them, not at all disgusting that the steamed buns had been eaten.

Luo Qinghan watched her eat, thinking that he had just eaten this steamed bun, and now she is eating it again, their lips are biting in the same place...

His mood couldn't help but become subtle.

Nie Changping saw Xiao Xi's cheeks bulging from eating, and he was so cute, he wanted to reach out and squeeze a little.

It's a pity that Xiao Xi is already the prince's person.

Nie Changping didn't dare to tease the prince's people, so he could only continue to eat steamed buns.

The more he eats, the more difficult it is to eat. He really can't eat it anymore, and wants to throw away the remaining half of the steamed bun.

Xiao Xixi said while eating: "This is all food, don't waste it."

Nie Changping didn't take it seriously: "It's just half a steamed bun. In normal times, this kind of rough food is not even qualified to serve on the table."

Luo Qing looked at him coldly: "After eating it."

Nie Changping crying and begging for votes~