Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

He smiled, looked at the person in front of him with red eyes, and took out the poison hidden in his sleeve.

Xu Chaochao was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

He gracefully and slowly brewed a pot of tea, slowly poured the medicinal powder into the tea cup, poured himself a cup, and looked at her with a smile, "I won't serve my little sister this time."

But before he could pick it up, the tea cup was held down by a pair of white and slender hands.

A girl in black shorts dozed casually, took away the tea cup in his hand, and said in a light voice, "If you want to drink this tea, I will make it for you."

Drinking it yourself is considered suicide, not homicide.

But the development of this plot is weird.

She really didn't expect that Xu Yangguan was actually a reborn person.

Moreover, only if the trick is revealed in this moment, will it be discovered.

Those who have always been reborn are those who have great ambitions and want to change their destiny.

Such people are really rare.

Xu Yangguan was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at her, recognized her at a glance, and said firmly, "Miss Lu."

Lu Jian poured the tea on the ground. Her phoenix eyes were cold and unbelievably beautiful. She glanced at Xu Chaochao and whispered to Xu Yangguan, "Go to sleep."

Die in a dream.

I can't feel the pain anymore.

……

The new emperor ascended the throne, named his reign Yongle, conferred more than a hundred new officials, and granted a general amnesty.

He has been in office for more than thirty years, carrying out reforms, recuperating and recuperating, and doing light corvee and low taxes.

The Xu Dynasty was pushed to another prosperous age by history.

……

Zhao Mingxue was idly playing with the flowers in the vase in the palace, feeling a little unhappy.

After Zhao Mingyuan ascended the throne, he sent away many princes and princesses, and she was one of the few left.

An unmarried princess is likely to face the fate of marriage. Regardless of whether the Xu Dynasty is powerful or not, marriage is the best way to establish good diplomatic relations.

She didn't want to get married, and she couldn't be as willful as before. She hadn't left the palace for a long time.

So you should choose Prince Consort insurance as soon as possible.

The secret guard in black stood on the beam, holding his sword coldly and guarding quietly.

The door didn't click lightly. Zhao Mingxue lazily raised her eyes and said, "Come in."

Several maids slowly came in carrying a tray. On the tray were scrolls piled into a hill. Zhao Mingxue picked up one and unfolded it, revealing a young man wearing a purple robe.

The only son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Finance.

No, your private life is chaotic and you are a slut.

She read them one by one, her brows growing irritated, and she threw the scroll to the ground. She turned around and asked, "Are all the marriageable men in the capital here?"

The maidservant trembled, bent her knees slightly, saluted and replied, "Back to Princess, they are all here."

"Young Master." She kicked the palace maid irritably, "How do the people below do things?"

"Princess, this is the statistics compiled by the Minister of Etiquette himself, and there will be no mistakes." The palace maid suppressed the trembling in her voice and was still respectful.

Zhao Mingxue got angry, left all the scrolls on the ground, and walked out of the palace.

She was so bored.

First, he fell in love with a young man and robbed him. In the end, he was punished with three months of confinement because of this.

During the lake tour banquet, I had an appointment with many young ladies. I wanted to give that bitch of the Xu family a showdown, but she was immediately let go. She accidentally fell into the lake and became ill for a month.

The emperor's brother ascended the throne and was very busy. In order to maintain the royal face, he was also prohibited from beating and scolding the palace maids and guards at will.

Although she became the eldest princess, she still felt uncomfortable in everything.

The young man in white had handsome features, a temperament as bright as the bright moon, and was lonely and cold. When he picked up a cup of tea and slightly raised the corners of his lips, she could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

puff-

puff-

She didn't know if it was because she wanted to see it so much, but she actually saw a piece of snow-white clothes.

He looked up in shock and found that his newly crowned imperial brother and the young master were sitting across from each other in the pavilion.

His peach blossom eyes were gleaming, he tilted slightly this way and gave her a cold look.

Zhao Mingyuan took the tea and drank it calmly, "Yu Liang, haven't you seen the Imperial Master yet?"

Zhao Mingxue was stunned, and her face suddenly turned pale.

National Division?

No wonder, no wonder she was the one who was grounded.

The young master's gentle and jade-like voice sounded, indeed a little indifferent, "No need, I'm leaving."

It was Zhao Mingyuan's turn to be confused. He put down the teacup, rubbed the side of the cup with his fingertips, and frowned slightly, "What happened?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "There is nothing worth keeping for me. I want to take her away."

"She?" Zhao Mingyuan only responded for a moment and then smiled, "Okay, I can give you the medicine."

Yun Dao remained silent and did not take the medicine that Zhao Mingyuan asked the secret guard to send.

He touched the stone table slightly with his fingers and tapped lightly, "Don't trust the people around you easily."

He looked at Zhao Mingxue again and said, "Let her get married. There are people who cherish her beyond the wall."

Zhao Mingxue's legs went weak in an instant, and big tears fell from her face. She opened her lips, but couldn't make any sound. She just shook her head and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Yun Dao picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a smile in his eyes, he slowly stretched out a hand, facing the sea full of platycodon flowers, and said in a warm voice: "Are you leaving?"

No one answered.

It’s just that the flowers that have been blown by the wind bend slightly, with a fragrant fragrance in the air. Year after year, spring and autumn are the prefaces. Hopeless love always blooms undefeated here. The fallen petals blend into the mud, nourishing the generations. bloom.

There was the sound of a fish shaking its tail fin in the water, causing ripples on the wave surface. It opened its mouth to bite the thrown food. After it was satisfied, it swung its tail and swam under the lotus.

She watched silently, then turned and left.

He placed the painting in a very prominent position.

When they first met, it seemed that he was sitting under the peach blossom tree. The dripping ink stains remained on the surface of the soil, and the snow-like rice paper was stained with color. She stood quietly by the desk, looking at it in a daze. Painting on the table.

The person in the painting is wearing a high ponytail, holding a sword and leaning against the trunk of a peach blossom tree, sleeping peacefully. His eyebrows are gentle and soft, his hair is hanging down on his chest, his hair on both sides is slightly messy, his black hair and snowy skin , the facial features are exquisite and beautiful.

In his writing, there seems to be no edge at all, and he is so good-looking that people feel lovable.

【Ding! The main mission is completed. 】

[Countdown to death time. 】

……

She took the painting and found Xu Chaochao kneeling in the mourning hall.

After the death of her biological father and the death of her brother, she seemed to have become silent a lot, and perhaps, she had also grown a lot.

The dim almond eyes were slightly drooped, and they lit up when they saw her. A glimmer of light seemed to appear in the pure black pupils, as if they saw hope.

She held on to the edge of the table with her arms, staggered to her feet, and before she could get used to her sore legs, she threw herself into her arms, stretched out her hands to wrap around her waist, and held her quietly.

I didn't cry as much as usual, but it seemed more depressing than crying.

She could feel that the clothes on her shoulders were slightly wet, so she reached out and touched her head silently.

She whispered, "Xu Chaochao, kill me."

It turns out that even the last light has come to leave?