"No matter whether his method is feasible or not, before we find another way to go, let's have a try. In any case, there will be no more unfavorable situation than now. " With his hands behind him, Baili Jingqi looks up at the moon covered in the sky.

In the dark sky and the dark road ahead, he had to open the clouds with his hands. Whether he really wanted to make friends or make use of them, what else could he do for the emperor's eldest grandson who was in the ditch?

Until that day, he has the right to stand up and speak, the eldest son will not become an abandoned son, let his father see his sins, let the grandfather understand who is his heir to the throne... Until that day, he can be at ease to think who is sincere to him.

"Let's go. Don't make it public about today." Baili Jingqi looks at the dark sky for a while and thinks of the clear eyes of the young man. He is eager to make plans. For some reason, he is not happy.

Perhaps, relying on a young man to plan for him, Lin Er, the second son of Pingyang Marquis's house and the second son who can't even get the hereditary title, can help him to turn over?

"Your Highness, do you want to keep fiddling with those carpenters' things?" Cao An asked carefully.

After all, what Lin Er Zi said is very reasonable. The sawdust is piled up in the Qilin palace, and his highness will not allow them to get out. If they accidentally catch fire, the whole Qilin palace will be burned up!

"Of course. Cao An, have you forgotten what I said to you? " Baili Jingqi glances at Cao An discontentedly. He doesn't know why. After listening to Lin er's plot, he looks at Cao An and Feng Yi, who are his servants. He feels stupid.

"In the future, like Lin Er, learn more and be smart." Baili Jingqi left a word and went to the hall.

Cao An and Feng Yi look at each other. Cao An complains wrongly in a low voice: "Your Highness is too much... It's just said that the second young master Lin is just a chess piece. Why do you praise him? If we slaves are compared with the second childe of Pingyang Marquis's mansion, it's not a fate

Feng Yi felt funny: "I deserve it. I want you to talk too much! However, his Highness has a fighting spirit. If someone is willing to help him, his Highness's endurance and his young plan will surely make a big deal! Since you and I are stupid, we just need to obey orders. It's the best if we don't make trouble for your highness! "

Cao An thought for a while, but nodded: "you are right. Alas, let me go in and dig wood for your highness. These sawdust may be useful... "

The lights in the Kirin palace were on very late. No matter whether anyone was watching or not, his royal highness, the eldest grandson, was still as if he was stunned and just went to do carpentry.

On the other side of the carriage, Wang Taiyi said to Lin Yunxi, "Lin Er, what can I do to cure his Royal Highness's nightmare?"

Lin Yunxi had not recovered from the conversation with the little monk for a moment. After hearing this, he was stunned and then said, "master, you are always worried. His Royal Highness the emperor's eldest grandson was frightened when he was practicing in lingjue temple. Now he has nightmares every night. My apprentice pricks him a few needles and gives him a prescription. He only wants to take care of himself every day, and he will get better naturally. "

After she said these words, Dr. Wang did something about it: "Lin Er, I have to tell you something about being a teacher."

Lin Yunxi said quickly, "master, please tell me. I'm all ears."