The Main God Space is Coming

"Did something happen to your Highness today?" Ai Hayasaka asked softly.

She simply ignored Shinomiya Kaguya's soliloquy before.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Shinomiya Kaguya subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands.

"Then, did something happen in the Qingfu Hall? For example, what did the Master Guoshi say?"

"He, what did he say? Didn't he just agree to hang out with me... You are so annoying! Are you interrogating a prisoner? Presumptuous! How dare you commit crimes!"

Shinomiya Kaguya glared at Ai Hayasaka angrily.

"Slaves deserve to die."

Hayasaka Aiyouyou replied, but no matter how you looked at it, she didn't mean apologetic at all.

"Hmph," Shinomiya Kaguya turned her head slightly, "Don't worry about it so much~"

"Do you want to go out with Master Guoshi?"

"How is it possible?! Of course we all go together...I didn't tell you not to ask!"

Ai Hayasaka nodded slightly to express her understanding.

Indulge in humiliation.

In his heart, he was silently processing the information he had received.

Master Guoshi promised Miss Huiye to go out together, so she was very happy...

"I also ask Princess Guishan to act like a spoiled child to Master Guoshi more often."

"You, you, what are you talking about, uh-"

Kaguya Shinomiya, who was originally collapsed on the bed, suddenly jumped up.

boom!

The bed, constructed of precious quiver wood, made a muffled sound.

Followed by a whimper.

Shinomiya Kaguya covered her reddish forehead with both hands and collapsed powerlessly.

"You shut up—"

"Follow your orders, Your Highness."

Hayasaka Ai saluted lightly.

Let the lady calm down for a while for now, and I will mention it later.

The strategy progress bar that still didn't move in his mind was like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

I had to think of a way out.

Since you can't go back, let the young lady marry the most reliable and powerful man in the world.

Well, and herself.

Also dowry in the past.

The perspective turns to the other side.

Beigong Wuyue, who was wearing a blue Confucian shirt, had already left the palace and walked towards Zheng's School.

On the streets paved with blocks of square bluestones, there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

It is indeed a good feeling to feel the prosperity and excitement of the imperial city.

Unknowingly, he came to a street corner with less traffic.

The leaves are cut like a knife, and the beautiful willows sway in the wind.

A willow tree stands alone in a corner beside the gurgling water.

It is a good place to enjoy the cool air.

However, Beigong Wuyue's gaze was attracted by the table and chairs placed separately under the willow tree.

There are pens, ink, paper inkstones and paints on the table, and some paper tubes on one side.

Are scholars short of money for part-time jobs these days?

Interesting.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from another direction: "Why did you change to a scholar?"

About fourteen or fifteen years old, a girl with a pair of buns and a pretty face is walking towards Beigong Wuyue at this time.

"Maybe something left."

Beigong Wuyue calmly replied.

"Flax color" murmured in my heart.

"Oh, I left." The girl with double buns nodded, as if talking to herself, "Then I'll find out where the paintings are."

Beigong Wuyue turned and left without responding.