rich little concubine

Xiaomu and Luan'er were kicked out, Ah Liu stood quietly outside the closed door, and ordered someone to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

A stack of papyrus was hastily bound into a book and sent into the house.

"Luan'er, you are smarter than me, what do you think the young master is doing?"

Luan'er shook her head: "I don't know, the young master must have a reason for doing so, let's just wait."

"Since waking up from that illness, the young master has become more and more unpredictable." Xiao Mumu muttered softly, Ah Liu glanced at him, but remained silent.

Ji Ziyang and Xu Ling stayed in the room for a full two hours, and from time to time there would be Xu Ling's exclamation and Ji Ziyang's clear laughter.

People standing outside, all you look at me, I look at you, don't know why.

The door opened, Xu Ling's old face flushed red, he shook his head and sighed and came out from inside, the front of his clothes was a little bulging, revealing a corner of the straw-bound book.

Little Wood hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Xu?"

Xu Ling let out a long sigh: "I've been in this business for more than ten years, and I thought I knew how to do it, but I didn't expect that I only understood a little. I'm ashamed and ashamed. I'm going to the palace to ask the prince to resign!"

Several people looked at him dumbfounded, unable to speak. Inside the wide-open door, Ji Ziyang was seen wearing light-colored clothes, lying on the table with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes, like a cunning little fox.

After all, he is so good that he has seen some modern porn, and most of the assassination missions he receives are carried out in the middle of the night, and many prey die when they are having fun. Others teach?joke!

Let's see if he still sends such a person to teach him, whoever will teach him may not know!

Xu Ling left the Ji mansion, and really went straight to the palace. This is the request of the princess. If his teaching and explanation are not as good as...hey, he will go to the palace to resign in person. .

When he arrived at Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, it was impossible for him to see the prince in his capacity, but he just handed over the things in his arms to a guard, and let the guard take the words, forgive him for being incompetent and unable to teach the princess.

The guard of the mausoleum took the item, immediately handed it over to a maid and explained a few words.

The servant girl lowered her head respectfully, took it with both hands carefully and held it in her hands, and walked towards the main courtyard of the palace.

Their servants dare not take a second look at the things they want to present to their master.

No matter the guards or maids in the palace, they are all carefully selected. During the day, the palace looks more solemn and majestic than at night. Those who should be cleaned, those who should be inspected, each perform their own duties, and no one talks too much.

Therefore, the entire palace seemed particularly quiet and solemn.

There were twice as many guards in the main courtyard as in the outer courtyard, and those on duty were more cautious. The maid entered the room with the things in her hand.

The main house of the prince is very large, and the furnishings in the house are all priceless. In the middle of the room, there is a curtain embroidered with auspicious clouds, and several maids stand on both sides of the curtain.

Behind the curtain is a bed, carved from golden nanmu, and a person is lying on his side with his head propped up in the light gauze curtain.

When she went in, another servant girl just handed over the tea cup and backed out.

Yijing sat up and took a sip of tea slowly, then a maid lowered her head, raised the curtain and came in, knelt in front of his bed, raised the thing in her hand above her head, and said, "My lord, Mr. I mean, I have something to present."

Yijing pretended to cough a few times, stretched out one hand outside the curtain, and the maid put it on top of it, and retreated cautiously with her head down, never daring to raise her head at will.

Because those who peeped at the prince's face at will have all been decapitated.

What is this?A hastily bound booklet?

There were also a few large crooked characters written on the page, and it took him a long time to realize that it was "please take a look"

Randomly turned it over, and suddenly there was a pop, a mouthful of tea was sprayed out, and repeated coughing sounded. This time he didn't pretend, he really choked.

When the maids outside the curtain heard it, they all knelt down on the ground with a plop, and the one who served the tea earlier even lowered himself while shaking his body.

"Get out, retreat to the outside of the yard, and, call me Blood River."

The maids responded with a cry and hurriedly withdrew.

When Xuehe came, he saw that there were no guards or maids in the main courtyard, and they all stood quietly outside the courtyard, so he turned cold and went straight into the main house without saluting, and directly lifted the curtain and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard laughter from inside the bed, so the hand holding the knife lifted the curtain directly with the end of the handle of the knife, and saw Yijing lying on the bed laughing non-stop.

"Hahaha... You're here, hurry up, I'll show you something good!" Seeing someone coming, Yijing suppressed a smile and sat up, pulling Xuehe to sit beside the bed: "Hey, hurry up Look, a peerless treasure!"

Xue He frowned, glanced at him, took the booklet and flipped through it, his face turned dark immediately.

Yijing laughed even more happily: "Hahaha...I said this is a good thing, it is a peerless erotic palace, look at this painting, is there anything more detailed than this? These poses are unheard of , I’ve never seen it before, hahaha, I laughed so hard, what kind of princess did our prince get? I couldn’t help but want to go and see.”

In the past few years, he has been pretending to be the prince in the main courtyard. He eats and sleeps every day, and he feels that he is going to be moldy.

Back then when the prince was poisoned and forced to stay in the imperial city, he secretly didn't know how many assassins wanted the prince's life. When he was under attack, he came up with such a plan of the real and fake prince. Those who wanted to poison and assassinate were all wrong. direction.

Xuehe's face darkened, and as soon as he drew the knife, Yijing snatched the booklet back, and said with a smile: "This is Wangfei's handwriting, how dare you destroy it? Take it for the prince to have a look at."

At any rate, he has helped the prince ward off so many conspiracies and tricks these years, at least it has made him watch some interesting things. This princess has not yet entered the palace, so it is so interesting.

Xuehe snorted coldly, and actually stuffed the booklet into his arms: "Take care of yourself, this kind of thing must not happen again, so as not to make people suspicious."

After all, there is still the emperor's eyeliner in the palace, some eyeliner cannot be removed, but if used well, it will become their pawn.

Yijing waved his hand casually, and said: "I know, I know, didn't the miracle doctor say that the prince is getting better soon, what are you worried about, hey hey...don't go so fast, I haven't finished watching it yet!"

At night, Xuehe, who was acting impartially, really presented the erotic brochure.

However, the ink seal really read each page carefully and carefully, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Wangfei is teaching this king how to treat him in the future."

ah-

Ji Ziyang rubbed his nose, it's not cold this day, why is his back feeling cold.