A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Little Sizhe was still muttering to himself, "Brother Lingling, sister Lingling, we must succeed!" His little hands kept fiddling with the rouge and powder, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Concubine Wan watched nervously from the side, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently.

General Xiao looked curious and kept stretching his neck to see what was going on.

Minister Han kept shaking his head, mumbling, "Will this work? Will this work?"

Xiao Sizhe shouted, "Just concentrate on surrounding the Crown Prince's coffin and don't look at it! Otherwise it won't work." His little face was tense and he looked really serious. With his two little hands on his waist, he looked like a little adult.

"Not working? This is something none of the ministers want to see!" After hearing this, the ministers straightened their backs and became more determined to protect it. They all had solemn expressions and stared straight ahead, as if they were carrying out a sacred mission. They had no choice but to concentrate on surrounding it and no longer turned their heads to look.

Emperor Yuxuan sneered, sat down on the master's chair, crossed his legs, and looked extremely relaxed.

He casually picked up a cup of tea, blew on it gently, and then took a sip, mocking himself in his heart: "Humph, what tricks can this little brat come up with? Does he think that he can return to his original shape by applying a layer of watercolor? What a dream!"

Little Sizhe secretly used water to wash off the black on Sikong Chen's face. As he washed, he was very happy in his heart: "Haha, these two idiots actually thought that the black was really poisonous, how could they have thought that it was just painted on! I can fix it with just a little wash, but they are still standing outside worrying about it, so stupid that it makes people laugh! When they see the truth later, their expressions will definitely be wonderful, it's fun to think about it! I, Little Sizhe, am really smart, how can this little trick stump me? Just wait for them to be shocked by me!"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, his eyes flashed with pride, and his hands moved more and more quickly.

The Imperial Master was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, constantly trying to squeeze in to take a peek, his fat body desperately trying to squeeze into the wall of people formed by the ministers. "Let me see, let me see!" he shouted as he squeezed in.

The ministers refused to give in. They pressed together tightly, forming an impenetrable defense line. "Master Imperial Master, please stop making trouble. Xiao Sizhe said that we can't watch!" the ministers said in unison.

The Imperial Master was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of his head. His face flushed red, his mouth opened wide, and he was breathing heavily. "Huh! Wait and see! We'll see!" He put his hands on his hips and stamped his feet angrily.

Xiao Si was hiding inside and singing at the same time. His voice was clear and pleasant: "Brother Yan is handsome, Brother Yan is beautiful, Brother Yan, Brother Yan is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful..." His voice was full of joy and his little body swayed gently to the rhythm.

Sikong Yan covered his mouth and stomach while laughing, his body shaking. "Haha, Xiao Sizhe, you are so funny!" He laughed so hard that tears almost came out. If his stomach was not strong enough, he might have laughed several times to death today.

At this time, the atmosphere in Qingxin Cottage was tense and full of joy. Although the ministers outside did not dare to look back, they were full of curiosity and expectation; Emperor Yuxuan sat on the chair, seemingly calm, but in fact his eyes glanced in the direction of the coffin from time to time; the state teacher was anxious and jumped, but he could do nothing.

Xiao Sizhe's singing voice echoed in the house, as if it had some magical power, making the originally tense atmosphere gradually become relaxed.

"Oh, Xiao Sizhe, please be gentler, it's so itchy!" Sikong Yan begged for mercy with a smile.

“Brother Yan, just bear with it a little longer, it will be fine soon!” Xiao Sizha kept moving her hands and continued to sing: “Brother Yan is handsome, Brother Yan is beautiful…”

Emperor Yuxuan's butt was like he had teeth, and he sat restlessly. His noble buttocks kept moving on the chair, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, frowning, thinking to himself: "Why is this little brat still not healed? Is he deliberately stalling for time?"

His eyes kept glancing in the direction of the coffin, his face full of anxiety and impatience. Finally, he could no longer sit still, and stood up with his hands behind his back, saying in a cold voice: "Hurry up, it's been so long, and you're still not done?"

His voice echoed in the Qingxin Hut, carrying a strong sense of oppression, and frightened everyone around him and shuddered. Xiao Sizhe's singing stopped abruptly. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "May I ask your Majesty, how long does a couple's bath take?"

When he said this, there was a sly smile on his face and a mischievous light in his eyes. This was what Sikong Yan taught him. He didn't know what a mandarin duck bath was, but he thought this sentence could calm Emperor Yuxuan.

After hearing this, Emperor Yuxuan's face immediately turned grim, first pale, then red, with a hint of embarrassment. He widened his eyes and stared at Xiao Sizhe, thinking to himself: Damn it, he even knows this? It seems that he is really 600 years old!

But his majesty as an emperor prevented him from showing weakness in front of everyone, so he pretended to be calm and said, "How can these two things be compared?"

After hearing this, Xiao Sizhe sneered, folded his hands over his chest, tilted his head and said, "Compared to bathing, everyone can do that, it's very simple. It takes you so long. Tell me, can I do this difficult experiment faster than you?" His self-righteous look made people angry and amused.

"Uh, this..." Emperor Yuxuan was speechless. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. A trace of anger flashed across his face, but he was helpless and could only glare fiercely in the direction of Xiao Sizhe.

At this moment, Xiao Sizhe shouted, "Alright!" His voice was clear and loud, breaking the brief awkward atmosphere. "My dear ministers, please disperse. I will give you a prince who is as he is." As he spoke, he waved his hand, looking like a great general.

The ministers turned around in amazement, moving as quickly as an agile monkey. Other ministers followed suit and put their heads into the coffin. Voices of calling rang out: "Your Highness the Crown Prince!" These old ministers burst into tears, their faces full of excitement.

It turned out that Sikong Yan was grinning at the ministers. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm. His eyes curved into crescents, revealing endless agility and playfulness.