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, It can be regarded as having completed a major task ordered by the boss, and finally sold this waste that will not make money if it is eaten and waited to die, and ran into the Yichun room in a hurry.

This person is really light, Bin Yuan can't even feel any weight when holding her in her arms, and when she takes a closer look, the acne on this person's body turns out to be a curse.

Only the cursed person will have this foul-smelling acne all over his body, and the sores on this person's body will also be carried to the next life after death before being forgiven by the master.

Binyuan had nothing to say along the way, and went into the alley with someone in her arms and returned home.When Hualan saw Xianjun coming back with a dirty beggar in his arms, she screamed in fright.

"Xianjun! This beggar..."

"Go and boil a pot of hot water." Bin Yuan carried her to the room and ordered Hua Lan to boil hot water.

"Okay!" Before Hualan could react, she ran to the kitchen to boil water in a daze.

The man was speechless all the way, and he didn't even move at all. His every move seemed extraordinarily stupid due to the invisible relationship.

Binyuan looked at the other party's dirty clothes and took off her coat, fearing that the other party would think wrong, explained, "I'll take off your clothes for you and apply the medicine after taking a bath."

The man reacted after a while, nodded, and opened his arms obediently.

After finishing all this, Binyuan looked at the sleeping person, because of the severe acne on her body, she also suffered incomparable pain in her dream.

Hua Lan came in lightly, lit the incense, and then whispered: "Xianjun, who is this person?"

"It's just a poor man. Let him stay here if he survives. If he dies, just bury him in the back mountain."

"Okay." Hua Lan nodded, not daring to approach the bed, he hated the curse aura on that person.

Binyuan still has a lot of court affairs to deal with, so she got up and went to the study, read a few books, but suddenly felt that she couldn't read them, and the man's face would always flash in her mind.

What did this person do in a previous life to be cursed?

Bin Yuan felt curious, so she pinched her fingers and counted, her face darkened as she counted, who knew that this man would be the reincarnation of Bin Xu.And the curse on this person was actually the curse cast by him when he was too angry thousands of years ago.

It turns out that everything started because of myself...

After thinking about it, Bin Yuan has already put aside some of the things from the beginning. Logically speaking, he has let go of his hatred now, but why the acne on that man's body still hasn't healed.

Binyuan resolutely gave up reading because of her restlessness.When I came to the room, I was not sure whether the person was awake or asleep, lying motionless on the bed, only his chest rose and fell slightly, at first glance he looked as if he was dead.

After washing, this man's face looks ordinary, and there are many wounds on his cheeks, some were bumped into the table, and some were scratched by someone's fingernails, plus the dense rotten sores, it looks like a disfigured face Same.

Xu Shi noticed that there was someone beside the bed, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, his cracked lips opened and closed, and he said hoarsely, "Thank you, sir, for saving me..."

"So you're awake." Binyuan looked at the other party with a calm expression, and her doubts became more intense: "Do you need to drink water?"

The man nodded and got up from the bed, and Binyuan handed him the water.

"What's your name?"

The man gulped down the water, and his voice finally became less hoarse, and it still sounded as uncomfortable as scratching the bottom of a pot: "Everyone calls me a lowly slave."

"Can't you see the eyes?" Bin Yuan stretched out her hand and shook in front of the other person's eyes. The man's pupils were still out of focus, so it could be seen that he couldn't see.

The cheap slave nodded and returned the cup to Binyuan, a little curious about who the young man who saved him was and why he saved him.

All his life, he lived in darkness. When he was just born, he had sores on his body. He was abandoned by his biological parents, and it was the old beggar who took pity on him and adopted him.The old beggar died later, and the lowly slave was begging for a living in the imperial capital. The boss of Yichunfang saw him pitiful and asked him to work in the shop, doing the most menial work, taking care of the little brothers who were paralyzed and dying.

In the past few years, he himself is half dead, and the boss is no longer in the mood to take care of him, a person who can only eat but not work.

"Have you ever hurt your throat, is it natural?"

"Naturally." There was no other emotion in the hoarse throat of the cheap slave, as if he was used to his broken voice.

"Then you have a good rest. If you have anything to do, just ask Hua Lan, he will take care of your daily life these days."

"Are you going?!" The cheap slave stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of thin sleeve, with timidity and fear in his words: "Where are you going, sir?"

Bin Yuan looked down at the place where the sleeve was pulled, the boy's hands were covered with bandages, with a little force, the wound between his fingers would ooze blood, which made his tooth hurt.

"Go and deal with some things, don't worry, since I bought you, I will do my best to save you, you can rest here to recuperate, and I will come to see you later, okay?"

The lowly slave didn't dare to be arrogant because he was favored, for fear that the son who had saved him would find him troublesome, so he withdrew his hand and nodded.

He heard the footsteps gradually leaving the room, and his whole body was stiff, because there was still a person in the room, it should be the Hua Lan that the young master said.

The young man should be washing something. There was the sound of porcelain cups clashing in the room. The cheap slave licked his chapped lips. Even though he couldn't see his eyes, his keen hearing could give him some insight into the situation in the room.

For example, the person named Hualan opened the window now, and lying on the bed, he also felt a gust of cool wind blowing in, and the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the room was swept away by the wind, adding a hint of spring fragrance.

Hua Lan turned her head and glanced at the blind man on the bed, making sure that the blind man really couldn't see. She put the white porcelain bottle on the balcony of the window, and transformed into a flower, lying on the bottle in order to enjoy the rain and dew.

There was light rain in the sky, and Hualan stretched her waist, enjoying the raindrops on the leaves.

Why did you suddenly become quiet?

The cheap slave didn't hear the sound of opening the door, and the people in the room seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. They were noisy just now, but now they are silent.

In the study, Binyuan quickly processed some content, and his long-term stable mood seemed to be broken by something, which made him unable to control himself and wanted to find out.

After returning from the higher world, he never explored the existence rules of that world. He only knew that it was a very large and advanced place, and the girl who helped him come back was a space-time manager.

After being strangled to death, Bin Yuan's soul left her body, and she has been wandering in a blank space, without the concept of time, unable to hear any sound, and unable to see her own appearance.He stayed there for a long, long time, and when he was about to forget who he was, a woman suddenly appeared, and after learning about his situation, she sent him back to this world.

For this reason, Binyuan split her soul and dedicated half to the woman who helped her, and the other half to Mo Ye's reincarnation.

Now he is neither human, nor ghost, nor god, the three realms are incompatible, the six realms have no existence, he is immortal, and his spells are low.

The setting sun shone into the study room, footsteps sounded at the door, and then there was a slight knock on the door.

"Xianjun, it's time for dinner."

"Okay." Bin Yuan closed the book, got up and followed Hua Lan to eat.

There is already a person sitting at the table. Although he can't see with his eyes, he can still use chopsticks to eat.

Seeing that the other party was waiting for her, Binyuan was slightly surprised: "Are you feeling better?" Originally, he planned to let the other party lie down and ask Hua Lan to carry the food to the room.

"It's much better." The cheap slave nodded, heard the opposite chair being pulled away, and then began to move his chopsticks to eat.

Seeing that the other party couldn't see, Bin Yuan put some vegetables into his bowl, the cheeks of the cheap slave flushed slightly, but it was a pity that Bin Yuan couldn't see.

After dinner, Binyuan was planning to take a walk in the yard when the little eunuch from the palace called him back to the palace.

On the way to the imperial study, Binyuan asked Xiao Liu: "Eunuch, do you know what His Majesty asked me to do?"

Xiao Liu said with a smile: "Actually, Your Majesty just misses Mr., Mister, please don't tell His Majesty your slaves to say this. Your Majesty is too good at face. He obviously misses Mr. very much, but it is always difficult to find a reason to speak up."

"Ah." Binyuan looked surprised, with a somewhat unexpected voice in her tone.

He didn't expect Yongming to rely on him, because that child always behaved coldly and was not interested in anything, which made him subconsciously think that the other party didn't want to contact him at all.

Hearing what Xiaoliu said, Binyuan shook her head helplessly, she was indeed still a child.

Walking to the door, the soldiers holding the handles on both sides stood upright, Xiao Liu lowered his head and reported: "Your Majesty, sir is here!"

"Come in." A dull voice came from the other side of the door. Although the voice was young, it was displeased and bored.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Xiao Liu closed the door neatly.

The light in the imperial study was very dark, the copper lamp hanging on the wall was flickering, the windows were closed, and the young emperor sitting at the table reviewing the memorials had a lifeless face, wanting to have a seizure but not being able to, A pair of pupils of different colors stared blankly at the boy in white.

Binyuan smiled at the emperor and saluted: "My minister has seen His Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

"Flat body."

"What is your Majesty calling Cheng?"

Yongming exuded the aura of 'I'm not happy, you come and coax me' all over Yongming's body, Binyuan stepped forward helplessly, like a young emperor subdued.

"It's my negligence. Is there anything your Majesty doesn't understand?"

Seeing the smiling face of the young man in white, Yongming was even more angry.

"Sir, why didn't you come to see me today?" There was blame in his tone, and Yongming's face still looked very unhappy. He hoped that the young man could coax him and touch his head like before, at least he wouldn't keep his distance like now .

"Your Majesty is the king, and the subject is the subject. How can he stay in the palace every day." Binyuan knew that the child might be a little bit reluctant to bear herself, but an emperor will have to bear a lot of things in the future, and he can't be with Yongming forever. "If I stay in the palace every day, I will inevitably lose my tongue and have a bad influence on Your Majesty."

"Whoever dares to gossip, I will cut him off! Sir, will you stay by my side? If you are not in the palace, I can't sleep well every night..."

This was the sentence Bin Yuan heard most from the other party. He was a little surprised, and couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the child's head, and quickly retracted his hand after regaining consciousness.

Seeing the panic-stricken look of his husband, Yongming reached out to grab his hand, raised his hand and pressed it on his head, and said with a very serious expression.

"I will pat the head for Mr." Yongming said with a serious expression.

☆、Lotus Pavilion

Has this child been raised by himself...

This doesn't look like an emperor, it's clearly a puppy who hasn't been weaned yet.

Ugh……

Binyuan lamented in her heart, but she still couldn't help touching it a few more times.

"If your majesty misses me, can you come to the palace to accompany your majesty every day?" Binyuan discussed, lit up the lights, opened the closed windows, and the warm spring breeze came in, bringing a A moist breath.

The little emperor is already ten years old, and Binyuan saw that the other party has grown taller recently, and his face is not as fleshless as when he was a prince. After the food improved, the little emperor's face has grown flesh, and he began to look like a teenager up.

Yongming nodded, without answering.In the past few days, he has been learning martial arts from the general. Although he has made rapid progress, he still misses Bin Yuan.

"What are you studying today, Your Majesty?"

"Martial arts and the way of governing the country, sir, would you like to be my master?"

"Has the Supreme Emperor agreed?" Bin Yuan was afraid that the child would go his own way and offend the Supreme Emperor.

Yongming shut his mouth instantly when he heard the words, because the old man didn't agree at all. Although he became the emperor himself, there are many things that he didn't take over. Now these memorials he handles are the smallest things, which are really related to national affairs They were often sent to the Supreme Emperor.

To put it bluntly, he is just a puppet now.

Seeing the gloomy expression on the child's face, Bin Yuan walked over to comfort him and said, "Your Majesty's power must be cultivated slowly, and we should not rush it."

"I am in the palace, and there is no one I can trust." Yongming said disappointedly, his tone mixed with unwillingness and anger.

He thought of those ministers who opposed him in the court, always refusing his opinions and ideas on the grounds that he was too young.

A trace of regret flashed in Binyuan's eyes, she held Yongming's hand, and analyzed: "If your majesty encounters any difficulties in court, you can find supporters from Fengyu and the Chang family. The Chang family is on your majesty's side."

A trace of ignorance and surprise flashed in Yongming's eyes: "How did you know, Mister?"

Binyuan didn't tell the truth, but concealed the fact that she was doing something wrong: "Occasionally contacting those ministers, you can tell which side they are on."

The little emperor was silent and did not answer. Suddenly he remembered that he had noticed someone following him a few days ago, and this force belonged to the Supreme Emperor. He hated those people because his actions were being monitored all the time. He felt extremely bad.

"gentlemen."

"Chen is here!"

Yongming turned his head to the side, looking at the young man's face as beautiful as Guanyu, he only knew that this person belonged to him, and he wanted to stay by his side forever.

"Sir, can you help me cultivate a force? Be loyal to me and never betray!" Yongming changed his words and did not call himself Zhen.

Binyuan was slightly surprised that the emperor relied on her, but she was more curious about what the little emperor wanted to do by herself.

"Your Majesty, please tell me that I will do my best."

"I need a group of shadow guards who have no feelings. Can you help me train, sir? Protect me secretly and solve all the troubles for me."

Every emperor wants a power that belongs to him and does not betray his heart. Binyuan's request for children is understandable. Living in a dangerous palace, all forces are staring at the throne. Every day is a day of fear.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely handle this matter well."

Yongming loosened his hands slightly nervously, the young man suddenly broke into his life, caring for him meticulously.Yongming felt that when he opened his mouth to say a reason, the teenagers in front of him would obey him in every possible way.

The boy's promise made him have a bolder idea, and he wanted to see how much this person could do for himself.

"Why do you care about me so much, Mister? Do you want to get some benefits? Money, status or a woman?" Yong Ming tried to trick me, hoping to get a reason he could afford from the boy's mouth, and then make good use of it. Trapped people, can never be separated from yourself.

Binyuan touched the emperor again, and shook her head: "Your Majesty is worrying too much, I have no reason..."

Yongming's face became ugly. He didn't believe that the world existed for profit. He didn't believe that young people didn't need anyone who asked for selfless dedication to accompany him. He felt that the other party must be by his side for some reason.

The boy's doubts were easy to express, and Binyuan felt that she should make up an excuse, otherwise it would be easy to give up.He doesn't want to tell the boy that you are my lover in the previous life, so I want to be by your side.This kind of words might scare Yongming, and it is too strange to say so, Bin Yuan resolutely discarded this idea.

"Actually, the minister promised His Majesty's mother that he must take good care of His Majesty."

Yongming felt that such an excuse was even more suspicious, how could it be that woman?

In his memory since he was born, that woman never gave him a good look, and lived in a daze, not knowing that he had a son for a long time.

He still remembered that when the soldiers in the palace found him, in order not to let himself be found by the soldiers, his mother picked up a pillow and tried to cover him to death that night, but the plan was interrupted by the rushing Ye Ye.

Anger and humiliation churned in his heart, Yongming bit his lips and shed tears, he didn't believe that the ruthless woman would care about him, he only knew that the boy must be lying to himself.

"Mister is lying! I don't have a mother! I don't have a mother like her!"

The roar was full of despair and helplessness, and the memory of the past was as painful as uncovering a scar. Binyuan hurriedly hugged her into her arms. He didn't intend to remind her of such bad memories.

"Your Majesty, don't panic. To me, Your Majesty is the most important person in the world and irreplaceable."

The young man's words soothed Yong Ming, who was worried about gains and losses. He enjoyed staying in the young man's arms, and the familiar fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, reminding him of countless days and nights that the young man would sit by the bed and watch him fall asleep.

From then on, Binyuan never dared to mention that woman in front of Yongming.Because in Yongming's heart, his biological mother is the most painful scar on his heart.

In this way, 15 years have passed in the mortal world.

Yongming 25, married the daughter of a minister's family as the queen, and had a son and a daughter under her knees.

It took Bin Yuan 15 years to create the famous Lotus Pavilion in the martial arts world.This is an organization that focuses on intelligence, trains killers, and works for the court.

Every killer who comes out of the Lotus Pavilion will have a lotus imprint on his chest. This kind of tattoo cannot be washed off, and the imprint is vivid on the skin.

Lianhua Pavilion has the fastest source of information in Jianghu, all kinds of information are available, as long as you are willing to spend money to buy it.Moreover, the owner of the Lotus Pavilion is loyal to the imperial court, and all sources of income will be dedicated to the imperial court. This has led to the sudden prosperity of the Grub Kingdom in the past few decades, and the prosperity of the imperial capital is unimaginable.

Everyone in the court thought that His Majesty and the Empress were very affectionate, and the Empress was the only one in the Sangong Sixth Courtyard, which became a good story.The queen gave birth to a son and a daughter for the emperor. The eldest prince, Yong Silin, is five years old and is studying with Bin Yuan. The little princess, Yong Fei, stays by the queen's side.

Binyuan has changed her identity twice because her appearance won't age. Now every time she enters the palace, she will wear a mask on her face. Of course, her identity is the second generation of Lotus Pavilion Master.

In fact, the owner of the Lotus Pavilion has never been changed, but in order to attract people's attention, every few years, he will blow himself up to death, and then pretend to give way to another self.

Only the closest subordinates know the truth, and of course the people in the Jianghu do not know.

Yong Ming knew that Bin Yuan was a cultivator of immortals, so in order not to cause panic, he didn't expose it, and treated this kind of thing as a little secret that only the two of them knew, enjoying this kind of sweetness tacitly.

After dealing with the affairs in the Lotus Pavilion, Binyuan, supported by Xiao Liu, stepped into the carriage and entered the palace.

Xiao Liu has also grown from a young eunuch to a big boy, struggling in the palace, and now he is a very sophisticated person.

A banquet was set up in the imperial garden, and there were only two seats, one of which was the handsome emperor in a dragon robe.The emperor held a five-year-old child in his arms. The child was the first to see the masked person, and immediately shouted happily.

"Sir!" The little prince's milky voice was swaying, he broke free from his father's arms, threw himself into the arms of the young man who was walking towards him, and said happily: "Sir, it's been a long time since I came to see Silin."

Bin Yuan rubbed the pink and tender flesh on the little guy's face, really wanting to kiss him, but now he is wearing a mask, so it's inconvenient to show his face.

"Did Silin obediently listen to what the father said?" Bin Yuan hugged the child and bowed to the emperor, sat down on the seat opposite the table, and put the child in her arms.

With a monk's smile hanging from the corner of Yongming's eyes, he poured tea for the other party himself, "This is a new tea offered by cities around the world, sir, you can try it."

"It's good tea, it smells delicious." Bin Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, slightly covering her face with a mask.

Yong Ming said with a smile: "Sir, there is no need to cover up like this. When Mr. comes, I have already let the servant go down, and no one will see it."

Now that His Majesty said so, Bin Yuan took off the mask directly.

The boy's appearance is still delicate and beautiful, decades of time have not left a single wrinkle on his cheeks, and it is still the familiar appearance of Yongming.

Of course Yong Silin has seen Binyuan's original appearance, children like beautiful things, so Yong Silin naturally said: "Mr. is so beautiful!"

Binyuan smacked the child's face, Silin blushed, a little shy.

"You're so used to him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to listen to my words." Yongming was a little jealous of his son. When he was young, Binyuan was not so close to him. Reassure yourself.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the little prince is so smart, how could he not listen to His Majesty's words?"

The two chatted about other things, and they have maintained this pattern for the past few years.After Bin Yuan grew up in His Majesty, he did not spend the night in the palace. No matter how late the two talked, he would insist on going back to his home outside the palace.

Although during the period when the emperor married the empress, Binyuan felt a little tingling in her heart, but she still endured it.In the world of mortals, there is no one who is not stained with the world of mortals.

He wants to live as a couple for the rest of his life, but the other party may not be able to afford it.

Both of them hid it very well, they obviously loved each other, one dared not say it, and the other refused to say it.

Procrastinating and procrastinating like this, time slips by like running water, and Yongming has become a father.

Since the Grub Country has owned □□□ and □□□□□, it has also fought several battles with Vatti Country, all of which were tied, the two sides suffered heavy losses, and they are still in a truce.

Over the past few decades, Binyuan has helped the emperor get rid of some stubborn pests in the palace, and the Lotus Pavilion has also lost a lot of people.

After the sun had set, Bin Yuan came out of the palace, and just returned to the Lotus Pavilion, when a black shadow jumped down from the beam, it was his right arm, the sword ghost.

"Tell me something."

Sword Ghost handed the collected information to the Pavilion Master, feeling that this matter was not trivial, so he came up to report in person: "Pavilion Master, our spies found out in the palace that His Majesty seems to want to eradicate the Lotus Pavilion, and has already secretly killed us. so many people."

Binyuan's face froze slightly, she couldn't believe her ears, and felt that what the person kneeling on the ground said was like a fairy tale.

"Is there any evidence?" He didn't believe it. Yong Ming brought up the house by himself, and the Lotus Pavilion was originally his, so why did he want to eradicate the Lotus Pavilion.

Sword Demon knew that the pavilion master was doubting him, so he also passed on the gossip he had obtained: "My subordinates didn't believe it at first, but His Majesty's movements have been a bit strange these days, and he has secretly attracted several waves of people from the rivers and lakes. , and students from Tongtian Academy participated in it."

Is the master of merit...

Binyuan didn't believe this kind of rhetoric, he knew exactly what kind of person Yongming was, and he could take the Lotus Pavilion anytime he wanted, so why bother to do such a thankless thing.

Sword Demon has been an outcast begging on the street since he was a child. It was Binyuan who passed by on a rainy day and rescued him, taught him martial arts, and gained a foothold in the Lotus Pavilion. Sword Demon worships Binyuan very much, even to the point of numbness.

The imperial court did all kinds of bad things, and they did not know how many people were harmed behind their backs, but the pavilion master always tried his best to make up for the court's mistakes, and took all the blame on himself. This kind of grievance.

"Just keep an eye on this matter." Binyuan put the information on the table indifferently, poured herself a cup of tea to quench her thirst, and said after drinking, "No action is allowed without my order."

"Yes!" Sword Demon nodded, suppressing the unwillingness in his heart, and tightened his hands.

They are engaged in intelligence, so they naturally know many disgusting and numb things in the court, and they also know that the current emperor is not a wise emperor. If he has a bad temper, he will put a hat on the ministers and drag them out to beheaded.

But in order to prevent the common people from blaming the emperor for their faults, the pavilion master always cleans up the mess for the foolish emperor.

Sword Demon returned to the room where he was resting, and several other people in the same position as him were resting.

Seeing the sword ghost returning with a dejected look on his face, the book ghost said sarcastically: "You've hit a snag, I told you earlier, the pavilion master won't listen at all, it's not like you don't know how much the pavilion master cares about the emperor. A thankless thing."

The sword ghost glared at the book ghost angrily: "You don't have to worry about my affairs."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the youngest chess ghost interposed in the middle and pulled the two apart: "Okay, okay, harmony makes money, harmony makes money, there is no need to go to war. The pavilion master has his own Thoughts, we servants should not be suspicious, should we, Brother Sword Demon?"

Sword Demon sat down on his own bed, held a suffocating breath, put the sword on his knees, his face was full of suffocation.

The most silent of the four, the piano ghost, plucked the strings, and the swaying sound of the piano spread in the room.

The four of them are killers, each in charge of their duties, and they also climbed up from the crowd. They are loyal to Binyuan, but not to the court.

One of them was performing a task outside, painting ghosts.

At this time, the always silent Qin Gui opened his mouth and stopped playing the piano: "The pavilion master trusts the emperor too much..."

His words broke the silence in the room, and everyone's mood was complicated.

The actions of the imperial court are becoming more and more arrogant, and their hands are stretched very far. No matter how powerful the Lotus Pavilion is, sooner or later it will be suppressed by the imperial court.

Because Binyuan trusts the court too much, he doesn't know about some dark deeds that Yongming has done behind the scenes, and whenever Yongming asks him, he agrees without hesitation.

Chess ghosts, who have always been the liveliest, are in a bad mood because of the oppressive atmosphere. They have always regarded the Lotus Pavilion as their living home, and they also like the pavilion owner very much, because the pavilion owner is very gentle and not cruel. Master, treat these scary people very kindly, which makes many people want to get close.

Sometimes it was very hard to perform tasks, and every time I came back, I fell asleep like a dead pig. When I woke up the next day, the master came to their room quietly, gave them medicine, and covered them with quilts.

For them, Binyuan was an irreplaceable relative, so they couldn't bear the emperor's deception of their master.

The chess ghost said: "Brother Sword Ghost, what did the Pavilion Master say?"

Everyone held their breath, quietly looking at the silent sword ghost holding the sword.

"The pavilion master asked us to observe secretly, but there is no movement."

"Hey..." The chess ghost sighed and rolled on the bed, "What is the pavilion master thinking? We have to provide so much silver taels to the court every month, and half of the treasury's funds are filled by us. It's like raising a white-eyed wolf..."

"It's just a white-eyed wolf!" The book ghost sarcastically said, "What do people in the Jianghu say? Our Lianhua Pavilion is a dog raised by the imperial court."

Qin Gui listened for a while, and moved his fingers to play the piano. He doesn't talk much, and he always uses musical instruments to kill people. He usually goes to some consumption places or uses beauties, and it's his turn to go out to kill people.

There are five of them, and each of them manages many killers with different levels of ability and a very strict system.

It seemed a little funny that the old men were fighting each other here, Hua Lan listened to the corner for a while, and then quietly left incognito.

As soon as he left, the piano ghost paused his fingers playing the piano, turned his head and looked out of the window, there was nothing outside the door except for the fallen leaves flying around in the wind.

The facial features of the killers are very sharp, Qin Gui clearly felt a line of sight watching them just now, could it be his own illusion.

When Hua Lan returned to the room, she happened to see Bin Yuan buried in a pile of documents, rummaging through the documents, and walked over.

"Xianjun, your subordinates are tumbling."

"What's the matter?" Bin Yuan didn't have time to look up, looking for information in a pile of books, and replied inertially.

"It's not that you are afraid of losing money. After all, the emperor's actions have been a bit big in recent years. They are worried that the emperor wants to eradicate the Lotus Pavilion."

It was this matter again, Bin Yuan's eyes lit up, and the annoyance from just now was swept away, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the secret book from the interlayer, patted the heavy dust on it, and came to the case.

"I need to observe this matter for a while." Binyuan turned to the first page and found a few homicide cases of unjust cases in the imperial capital. She flipped through them carefully and replied to Hua Lan: "Yongming was brought up by me alone." , this Lotus Pavilion is his in the first place, he can just take it if he wants, why is it so troublesome?"

Hua Lan was lying before committing the crime, not in a good mood: "That being said, that child is a generation of emperors after all. Since ancient times, emperors have not been affectionate, so the immortals are not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I just wanted to be with him." Binyuan smiled slightly, and turned the page again.

"Xianjun always said that, but that person is married and has both sons and daughters, so Xianjun should hurry up and find a companion."

"Just what you said." Bin Yuan stretched out her hand and tapped Hua Lan, teasingly said, "Why don't you find one?"

"Who said I don't have any?!" Hua Lan blushed, and said with some embarrassment: "Hei Yao has given me a lot of gifts recently, and even took me to play. Go play."

"It's fine for you young people to play with this kind of thing. I don't like running around."

"Xianjun is not old at all!" Hua Lan said happily: "Xianjun is obviously very young, so don't say it in such a tone~"

Although Hualan has grown up, she still has a lively personality like a child.

Bin Yuan pushed his head away, spread the book on top, dipped the brush with ink, and wrote notes on the blank paper.

Hua Lan watched Xianjun bury her head in writing again, feeling depressed. Being a mortal has a lot of things to do, and she has to do this and that for the stinking emperor, and she didn't see Xianjun get any good things.

"Xianjun~" Hualan rolled around on the ground covered with plush blankets, and a pink flower hovered above her head: "I can see that the child likes you so much, why doesn't Xianjun think about it?" ?”

The little flower demon blinked, hoping that those who were buried in writing could look at her, but the young man in white was staring at the paper in his hand seriously, and didn't even hear what he said just now.

"Xianjun!" Hua Lan raised the decibel angrily.

"Ah?" Bin Yuan looked at Hua Lan stupidly, the little guy was puffing out his cheeks, like a porcelain doll: "What's wrong?"

Hua Lan fell to the ground as if she had exhausted all her strength, and said again helplessly: "Sword Demon! Your good subordinate, I think he likes Xianjun very much, Xianjun might as well accept him, and don't use it in these few rooms." Living a miserable life alone, isn't it?"

Monsters have long been used to the method of dual cultivation, and they don't have so many rules and particularities like ordinary people. If they like it, they say it, and if they like it, they chase it.

"Sword Demon?" Bin Yuan frowned. After being with that child for so long, watching him grow up little by little, he didn't know that the child had such thoughts for him.

"Here talking nonsense again." Bin Yuan shook her head helplessly, not taking Hua Lan's words seriously.

"Don't Xianjun believe it?" Hua Lan got up from the software angrily, stretched out her hand and swiped in the air, a pink petal floated in the air, forming a mirror.

"I knew Xianjun didn't believe it, so I recorded the scene that day." Hua Lan said with a look of trepidation, and the two looked at the mirror formed in the sky at the same time.

In the mirror is the armory of the Lotus Pavilion. Binyuan left the warehouse, and the sword ghost suddenly stepped forward, took down the sword that Binyuan had just carefully examined in his hand, and fondled it fondly.

The screen changed again, and Bin Yuan saw the room where she usually sleeps. Even though the lotus pavilion's family is as rich as a country, as the owner of the lotus pavilion, Bin yuan is not a master who loves money like his life, and the room is very simple.

Plain curtains were hung all around, Sword Demon broke a plum blossom and came in, seeing that there was no one around the room, he put the plum blossom in a white porcelain vase and put it on the cabinet at the end of the bed.

He looked very much like an infatuated man, actually staring at Meihua and showing a silly smile.