"Please please, the concubine should be in the main courtyard now." The slave at the door welcomed him into the mansion.

At the same time, a little eunuch ran quickly towards the front yard.

After a while, Sebuli arrived at the main courtyard.

The servants in the main courtyard saluted him after seeing him.

Some trotted into the house happily.

"Faojin, your uncle is here to see you."

"What." Guo Luoluo was originally embroidering shoes for the eldest prince.

After hearing this news, he was too excited and poked the tip of his hand and bleeding.

"Hiss~" She took a breath.

"Faojin, are you okay?" Xiaozhu asked holding her hand.

Guo Luoluo pulled out his hand and wiped the blood with a handkerchief, "It's okay, help me out to meet my uncle and ask them to cook a pot of good Longjing tea."

When she walked to the hall, Sebuli happened to arrive at the door of the hall.

"Please pay tribute to the Eighth Concubine, and the Eighth Concubine is auspicious." Sebu ceremonial ceremony was well-mannered.

Seeing this, Guo Luoluo hurriedly squatted down and helped him up.

"Uncle, we are all family, get up quickly."

Sebli stood up and sat down on the ring chair next to him.

But those experienced eyes kept looking at Guo Luoluo.

I saw Guo Luoluo wearing a purple flag outfit.

She looked a little thinner than when she left the mansion.

Although she was wearing gorgeous clothes, she looked more mature than before.

But it can't be covered up, she is not doing well.

Or, it cannot be concealed that she is not happy.

Because, her eyes were empty.

It is the hollowness without hope and spiritual pillar.

It feels like life is awful, like a walking dead.

She doesn't like to laugh as before.

Sebli really couldn't believe it. Is this the little girl who married from Prince An's mansion and was not afraid of heaven or earth?

Thinking of this, Sebli knelt down again.

He spread his hands flat on the ground, knocked his forehead on his hands, and said guiltily: "Yaqin, I'm sorry, I was blinded by lard at the beginning, and I never thought you were doing so badly."

Upon hearing this, Guo Luoluo's hand was slightly paused when he twisted the Buddhist beads.

When Sebli couldn't see it, she touched her cheek.

I have already acted very strong, can I still ask my uncle to see the clue?

She smiled far-fetchedly and said, "What uncle said? I'm pretty good. As for what lard is so confusing, how do you say this?"

"I'm sorry for you, Guo Luomafa. When he passed away, I asked me to take good care of you, but I don't have the ability to protect you."

"Also, you don't have to hide it from me. How could I not know whether you are doing well or not? You are so far-fetched to smile. Moreover, when I went to court today, I met..."

"What did you meet?" Before Sebli could speak.

The Eighth Master, wearing a crescent white brocade robe, entered the house with his hands behind his back.

He stood in front of Sebli and looked down at him condescendingly.

Sebli looked up at the Eighth Master, and was speechless when asked.

But then, there was scarlet anger in those sophisticated eyes.

Even his face looked at the Eighth Master angrily and hatefully, as if he was angry.

He opened his lips and replied, "Of course..."

"You are middle-aged and not a child anymore. You can't say anything or say anything. Could it be that you still have to teach you?" Eighth Master interrupted Sebuli again.

He was always gentle and elegant in front of Sebuli, and he finally tore open the hypocritical mask and became aggressive.

Since things have developed to this point, he doesn't need to pretend.

Sebli knelt on the spot and was stunned for a moment, as if thinking about something.

Yaqin already has the eldest prince, the concubine of the Eighth Master.

This is an iron-like fact.

Now she is in Baylor's Mansion and she is not doing well.

Moreover, because she hasn't returned to her parents' home for so long, it seems... she is still under house arrest and cannot leave her home.

If he told her the matter, wouldn't she know that Eighth Master was deliberately dealing with him back then, and he was actually not in danger?

And those that seem to be able to implicate his life are just illusions created by the Eighth Master.

In this case, she may not have the courage to survive.

So...isn't this hurting her?

After some ideological struggle, Sebuli finally swallowed everything he wanted to say.

He kowtowed three times in a row and said, "Yaqin, it was my uncle who harmed you. If my uncle had the ability, one day, my uncle will definitely save you and let you continue to live a carefree life."

"Uncle, don't say that quickly. This is to save my life." Guo Luoluo wanted to start arguing.

But Sebuli is a martial arts man. If she doesn't think of it, she can't pull it.

In the end, she had to give up.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, you heard it right. A person who is unable to protect himself is actually talking nonsense here, saying that he wants to protect his concubine. It is really a big joke." The Eighth Master sat down on the chair next to him with a smile.

He also raised his left leg to his right leg, looking arrogant.

Sebli stood up and patted the dust on his body.

He looked at the Eighth Master with a bright look and said seriously: "People are doing it, God is watching. Our Yaqin has always treated you. Our Prince An's mansion has never treated you badly before. Now if you do this, you will be retribution."

After saying that, he said hello and left angrily without saying a word.

Sebli's words seemed to have not angered the Eighth Master.

But it angered the guards and servants around the Eighth Master.

The two guards walked to Sebuli with great strides and drew their swords to block Sebuli.

It seems to be venting anger for the Eighth Master.

"Uncle, let's sit down and talk, okay? Don't leave first." Guo Luoluo was anxious and then spoke to the Eighth Master: "Master, tell them to put down the sword."

"Let him go." The Eighth Master waved his hand without any worries and smiled warmly at Guo Luoluo's family: "As elder, it's okay to say a few words."

Upon hearing this, the guards put down the sword in their hands and retreated aside.

Sebli knew about the hypocrisy of Eighth Master, and he would not appreciate it at all.

After just snorting coldly, he left without looking back.

The Eighth Master shouted at Sebuli's back: "The prince is not convenient to receive male guests in the backyard, I hope you will come less in the future."

As soon as the voice fell, Sebli's burly back froze for a moment, then left with great strides.

"Uncle!" Guo Luoluo raised his foot and wanted to chase him, but was stopped by the maid beside the Eighth Master.

The Eighth Master said he said he would come less in the future.

But what he meant was actually to issue an order to expel Sebli.

It means that we will never let each other meet again next time.

It was a complete breakup.

Among them, I'm afraid the most important thing is that I don't want Sebli to contact the Eighth Concubine.
Chapter completed!