A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The Imperial Master was anxious to get Han Mingguang's head. If Han Mingguang died, the girl would be his. At this moment, he didn't care about these things anymore. He waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'll do it for you!" His face was full of anxiety and irritability, his brows were tightly knitted together, and his eyes were filled with only his own calculations.

Ming Yuexin rolled her eyes at the Imperial Master, snorted and said, "Hmph, you evil-minded fellow, you just want to take advantage of others!" She turned her head away and stopped looking at the Imperial Master. At this time, the sound of mice rustling came from the corner of the tent.

Han Mingguang narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the Imperial Master and said, "My Lord Imperial Master, please don't have any bad ideas, or you will suffer the consequences." His expression was serious, with a hint of warning.

The Imperial Master cursed inwardly, "What an ungrateful person! When I deal with Han Mingguang, will this young lady be able to escape?" But on the surface, he still perfunctorily said, "I know, I know. Hurry up and make the clothes!"

Ming Yuexin reluctantly walked to the table, picked up the cloth, and muttered, "What bad luck, I met such a scoundrel." Her face was full of reluctance, but she still started to prepare for cutting. At this time, the snow outside the tent began to fall again.

Han Mingguang stood aside, his eyes never leaving Ming Yuexin, full of tenderness and protectiveness.

The Imperial Master laughed sinisterly. Outside, the snow was flying everywhere and the night wind was howling like a sharp whistle. "Haha, it's so cold outside, and everyone is trying to keep warm in their beds. Who would want to come and help you?"

The Imperial Master was extremely proud, thinking that Han Mingguang and the woman would surely fall into his hands. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together by this sinister smile, and his eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with calculating light, like a fox that was about to succeed.

He paced back and forth in the tent with his hunched body, rubbing his hands constantly, trying to resist the cold.

The Imperial Master was just thinking proudly when two maids, Cuicui and Xiuxiu, came over with ginger soup.

"Miss, Master Han, drink some ginger soup to get rid of the cold!" The faces of the two maids were flushed by the cold wind, and their eyes were full of concern. They held the ginger soup carefully, fearing that a drop would spill.

When the Imperial Master saw someone coming, he immediately started to yell, "Don't help! Don't help! Only he can do it alone!"

As he shouted, he danced with his hands, his eyebrows raised high, and the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly, revealing a row of uneven teeth, as if he had already seen Han Mingguang's failure.

"Hey, Han Mingguang, ah Han Mingguang, I'll make you die at three o'clock in the morning. You won't make it past three o'clock."

The Imperial Master was secretly pleased with himself, the smile on his face became more and more arrogant, he looked simply domineering.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, staring at Han Mingguang and Ming Yuexin, thinking in his heart: "Let's see how you can escape from my grasp this time."

Unexpectedly, the maids didn't care. One of them put the ginger soup on the table beside her, walked over and took the cloth and needle and thread from Mingyue's hands, "Miss, drink the ginger soup first! It will be faster when it's warm!" The maid's face was full of determination, and her eyes showed concern for the young lady.

The Imperial Master was overjoyed and said with a big smile: "Yes, yes, drink it quickly, or you will have nothing to drink in an hour! No, less than an hour." He said to Han Mingguang, his expression seemed to have already won, his eyes wide open, revealing his excitement and impatience. "This maid is really a great helper!"

The Imperial Master was overjoyed, thinking that Han Mingguang and the others would definitely not have time to complete the task, and his heart was filled with joy.

His face was filled with smugness, and he was thinking, "When Han Mingguang is beheaded, this woman will be at my mercy."

Unexpectedly, Han Mingguang picked up the ginger soup and drank it all up, then asked with a smile: "Master, do you want to drive away the cold?" Han Mingguang's face had a trace of calmness and composure, and his eyes revealed disdain for the Master.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his eyes were calm and firm, as if he didn't take the threat of the national teacher seriously at all.

The Imperial Master sneered and thought, "Han Mingguang really knows how to enjoy himself. He even brought a maid with him. So I, the Imperial Master, can only order him around reluctantly!" Although the Imperial Master thought so in his heart, he still pretended to be superior on his face, with his chin raised high, looking arrogant. "Humph, this kid is quite good at pretending to be calm."

"You, go and bring me a bowl of ginger soup to help my master drive away the cold!" He pointed at Cuicui and said, his face full of arrogance and his eyes full of self-righteousness.

Cuicui stamped her feet, her eyebrows raised, and glared: "I only serve my master! Besides, where is the ginger soup? The ginger is gone. Humph!" Cuicui's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction. She stared at the imperial teacher without fear.

The Imperial Master was suddenly extremely embarrassed. The smile on his face froze instantly and turned gloomy. His brows were tightly furrowed, and a trace of anger and shame flashed in his eyes.

"How embarrassing! A great imperial master was rejected by a maid. My face was lost one by one. Fortunately, I have a thick layer, so I just lost it layer by layer..."

The Imperial Master felt both ashamed and annoyed. He just felt so embarrassed that his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a huge hand. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't get angry. He could only grit his teeth and endure it. His face turned from red to blue and then to white. It was very exciting.

"How dare this ignorant little maid treat me like this!"

Han Mingguang and Ming Yuexin looked at the state master's embarrassment and couldn't help but smile at each other, their eyes full of ridicule towards the state master. Han Mingguang's eyes flashed with a cunning look, while Ming Yuexin covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

The national teacher stood there, shaking with anger. He shouted loudly: "You ungrateful people, wait until I deal with Han Mingguang, you will be in trouble!" His voice echoed in the tent, but it seemed particularly weak.

Han Mingguang said calmly: "National Master, you'd better save your energy and don't shoot yourself in the foot."

The Imperial Master glared at Han Mingguang fiercely and said, "Don't be too proud too soon. An hour is almost up."

Ming Yuexin said, "Master, just wait and see." Her eyes were firm and she never stopped sewing.

Time passed minute by minute, and the national teacher paced anxiously in the tent, looking at Ming Yuexin from time to time.

Han Mingguang comforted Ming Yuexin: "Don't worry, take your time."

At this time, Ming Yuexin finally finished the dress. She threw it in front of the Imperial Master and said, "It's done. Imperial Master, are you satisfied with it?"

The Imperial Master picked up the clothes, looked at them carefully, and his expression turned very ugly.

“No matter how long the night is, the day will always come.” Just like at this moment, despite all the difficulties set by the national teacher, Ming Yuexin finally completed the seemingly impossible task.