"Young Master, what are you going to do if you catch this thief with your own hands?" Everyone went out, and there were only Lin Miao and Zhou Mohuai in the back hall. The noisy Qingxin Palace calmed down again.

"This is an internal matter of your mansion. I, an outsider, will not participate." Zhou Mohuai saw the Tremella Lotus Seed Soup on the table, "It's getting late, I'll go and rest first."

Lin Miao looked at Zhou Mohuai's sight and naturally saw the bowl of Tremella Soup. "Young Master, take a break early, Miss Tomorrow will come here to thank you in person."

When Lin Miao left, he took away the bowl of Tremella Lotus Seed Soup.

Will she come tomorrow?

Zhou Mohuai was lying on the bed, and this sentence kept flashing through his mind, and he remembered the cold face again.

The delicate facial features are powerful in beauty; the cold breath is calm and unhurried. Every move is full of confidence and arrogance, and every word is full of decisive and authoritative conviction.

Zhou Mohuai patted his face, closed his eyes, and silently recited it thirty times in his heart: Don’t think too much, it’s time to go to bed.

Qingxin Palace retreated from the hustle and bustle and merged into the dark and deep night. The bright moonlight shone a quiet silver light, covering the restlessness in the depths of the black.

In Jinluan Hall, Wen Wenlan had just finished taking a shower and sat cross-legged on the bed to read the last memorial today.

"Your Majesty, the matter is done." Wushu stepped forward and whispered.

"Yes." Wen Wenlan didn't raise her head, turned around for a page and continued reading, "What do you think?"

He bent down without saying a word, then said slowly, "He... Master Zhou's will is firm, he did not drink what Si Ruan gave him, and did not accept any kindness from Si Ruan. Si Rong pretended to be caught by him, and used gold and silver as temptation for freedom. As a result, Mr. Zhou offered the condition that he would not take away a trace of wisps, and his forehead... he would take off all of them."

Take off all of them? Wen Wenlan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but he wanted to get it.

"The method you used is too low. What if he hides anything?" Wen Wenlan put the last memorial aside, "I'll go and see it tomorrow."

I kept my shoes on my toes without saying a word and was muttering in my heart. Didn’t your Majesty say it’s simple and direct? Why did it become too inferior again?

"Your Majesty, when will you go and see..."

Wen Wenlan gently covered her jade hand on Buyu's lips, "No hurry."

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"Brother, you didn't hear Si Ruan's voice at that time." Si Rong cleared his throat seriously, "Young master, it turns out that hello, young master, don't run away, young master..."

Si Rong imitated Si Ruan's sharp voice, and was so slim and coquettish that he trembled goosebumps in his body.

"Si Rong, you are looking for a fight!"

Si Ruan kicked Si Rong's butt, and Si Rong covered his butt and screamed and hid behind Si Ran.

Si Ruan changed into a flowing waist-length skirt. At this time, she was wearing a black long gown with a cross-neck arrow sleeve, with white cloud patterns woven on the edge of the sleeve. As she moved her body, the hem of the clothes could be seen faintly flowing.

Si Ran, Si Rong and Si Ruan's clothes are the same, except that one sleeve edge and neckline are woven with red flame patterns, and the other sleeve edge and neckline are woven with blue sea ripples.

"I heard from Master Wei that Your Majesty dislikes you for being too inferior." Si Rong raised his eyebrows at Si Ruan proudly, "I didn't expect Lord Si Ruan to act like this in person."

Si Ruan supported her hands on the table, staring at Si Rong with her eyes curled up. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled up, "Yes, at least that young man is very smart and can't drink that bowl of tremella seed soup. Unlike someone, who relies on his own skills, he is not afraid of dying and dares to eat anything."

As if recalling some bad experiences, Si Rong's arrogance disappeared. He shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice, "The most toxic woman's heart."

"Your Majesty has sent us on mission. When will we summon us?" Si Ran, who had been silent, spoke.

He sat in the backlight, and the lines on his face looked even more fierce because there was not enough light, as if he was the Lord of Darkness, and as long as the creatures walking under the night sky were controlled by him.

"Master Wei said the emperor is not in a hurry." Si Ruan took the speech, "The emperor will not summon us without any major events."

After all, they are still shameful now. Their existence is the emperor's strong shield to defend the imperial power. When they don't understand their opponents, they show their trump card and are prone to being passive.

They were also waiting, waiting for the day when the strong shield transformed into a sharp sword.

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I feel like my brain has been burned recently (smile)

Not long after, all the great immortals will start to work.

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Si Rong: Si Ruan, what flavor do you want to change next time?

Si Ruan: Get out. (Your reputation is ruined forever, and you will cry. Your Majesty, I am all for you!)

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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