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In the early morning of the next day, Steward Wang received Ao Zhan's order to lead a few maids to stand in a row in the warehouse, each holding a peachwood tray in their hands, picking and choosing among a pile of messy treasures and gifts.

The storehouse is the second largest house in the entire palace except for Ao Zhan's living room. Inside, treasures collected by Ao Zhan himself over the years, as well as those merchants and politicians who tried to make friends with Ao's family are piled up in layers. A gift sent by someone during the holidays.

The entire warehouse itself is magnificent and magnificent, even if it is just a pavement of green bricks, the real gold, silver, heavenly wealth and rare treasures stacked on it are coated with a layer of jewels that are destined to be extraordinary.

The most conspicuous thing in the middle of the room is a Thunder Immortal Stone, which is about one person tall, with a smooth and neat section, and its light can be seen from others.Next to the black fairy stone is a set of golden battle armor, on which blood-red demon sand is inlaid on the armor, and a layer of blood evil spirit floats and flows under the sunlight.

Even an ordinary stone jar in the corner is filled with snow water from the Tianshan Mountains, which contains the holy lotus for washing marrow. The lotus buds are as white and clear as ice crystals, floating quietly on the water surface, with occasional dew condensation The sound of falling quickly dissipated.

Compared with such extraordinary treasures, the surrounding circle of coral crystals, emerald jade cabbage, and golden amber seem ordinary.

Butler Wang stood directly in front of the maid, the wrinkles on his face curled up, his gray beard trembling slightly.A pair of mung bean eyes that were not too big narrowed their eyes half-closed, their eyes swept back and forth across a piece of rice paper in their palms, and they were speechless for a while: "..."

I saw that the rice paper was clean and white, and the hairpin flowers on it were neatly written in lower script. There were dozens of things that needed to be taken out of the warehouse by Steward Wang.

For example, a tulle silk embroidered long dress, a peony pattern embroidered dress, two emerald brocade and feather-forging gowns, hollowed-out flying phoenix Buyao, emerald glass bracelets inlaid with jade, and three ivory white ruyi hairpins. Five pairs of opal filigree earrings, one piece of pearl peach blossom powder, and one box of Lingnan Shidai.

... There are all kinds of things, miscellaneous, but without exception, they are accessories used by mortal women to dress up.

Steward Wang looked eagerly at the piece of snow-white rice paper that was no bigger than a palm, feeling like a stick in his throat.

A group of clam spirits who had just become spirits stood behind the old housekeeper, not daring to show their air when they saw this, their heads were buried extremely low, and they stood upright in a row holding the empty trays in their hands tremblingly.

In the end, he lowered his eyes and sighed, butler Wang shook his head and put away the rice paper in his hand.According to the instructions on the list, I went to the mountain of treasures in person and picked and picked among them.

After about half an incense stick, all the accessories, dresses and dresses were prepared and displayed one by one on the mahogany tray.

The maids looked respectful and filed out, stepping neatly to the door of the outer room of the Dragon King's living room.

The golden veils are stacked for banquets, and the air is filled with the refreshing aroma of medicinal herbs.Because of the cover of the gauze curtain, the group of people standing in the outer room could not see the scenery clearly.

Only the dark silhouette of a sitting man is reflected on the thin and stacked curtains, faint and ethereal.

Steward Wang stood beside the floor lotus lantern, folded his hands on his chest, and saluted Ao Zhan respectfully.The old man lowered his eyes and nodded, staring at the gold-plated joints on the bricks and stones on the ground, not daring to go beyond them.

"Master," Steward Wang's old and hoarse voice echoed in the outer room: "The things you asked for are already ready."

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the layers of gauze curtains full of golden light were blown up by a ray of breeze from the window, and in an instant, behind the curtains, there was a section of naked//exposed outside the brocade quilt. Thin wrists.

The old butler who caught this scene by accident constricted his pupils, lowered his head immediately, and took a step back involuntarily, almost bumping into a maid holding a gauze skirt.

The air became thick and stagnant in an instant.

The coercive spiritual power of the big demon was like sea water pouring down, but in a short while, the boundless pressure fell straight down like a mountain, causing other spirits in the room to suffocate their chests, and almost turned into their original forms immediately.

The deadly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the clothes on the old man's back were soaked in cold sweat, the Dragon King sat behind the golden gauze curtain and said in a deep voice, "Let's all step back."

The white-haired, older-looking Steward Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and left Ao Zhan's living room with a group of little monsters who were almost unable to hold on.

Only a dozen mahogany trays filled with gorgeous clothing and accessories were left, neatly arranged on the white jade floor.Not long after, those mahogany trays floated into the air, crossed the veil barrier one by one, and flew towards the inner room.

After the gauze.

The half-naked man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his long black hair was scattered on his back, winding down along the smooth muscle lines, and he was holding a fiery red gold silk tulle dress at his hand.

A few empty peach wood trays were piled up at the foot of the bed, and the accessories and dresses that were originally contained in them were taken out early and thrown on the bed casually.

Ao Zhan turned sideways, and out of the corner of his eye he looked at the sleeping young man on the bed, his eyes dimmed slightly.

The brocade quilt woven by millennium jade silkworms feels warm to the touch, but now it is only loosely placed between the young man's waist and back, unable to conceal the ambiguous bruises on his body.

Zhang Qinglan was tossed all night, and now her mind is dizzy and her limbs are weak.The whole person fell into a coma, trapped in an empty dream and couldn't get away, the slender finger bones were tightly clutching the sour, cool and smooth quilt for a long time, and the joints were turning white.

There was a light blue under his eyes, the young man subconsciously bit his lips, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked like he couldn't even sleep well.

Ao Zhan stared at the side for a moment, not showing any signs of pity.Wanting to reach out, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Qinglan's wrist—actually dragging him up from the bed.

A burst of icy cold pain from the wrist finally awakened the young man's chaotic thoughts.

Zhang Qinglan was as thin as a puppet, and was dragged by Ao Zhan to half sit up, and stayed in place stiffly, with her head lowered, her black and smooth hair hanging down, sliding from behind her shoulders to the side of her face in strands.

Before he could wake up, someone threw a wet handkerchief onto his face, and the cold water droplets shook Zhang Qinglan's drowsiness away.

The young man raised his hand, and slowly took off the brocade handkerchief that was soaked in cold water.Crystal cold water droplets slowly slid down the profile of the face, along the neck, and finally fell into the collarbone full of hickey marks.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head, poked the handkerchief with the tip of her index finger, and blinked slowly.He raised his head again, looked at the man standing by the bed, looking down at him from a height, and honestly called out: "Master."

Before the words were finished, the eyes were completely covered by a layer of red gauze, and became hazy.

The author says:

Thanks for the big ham that can't eat enough, the cute coconut, and the three little angels of Foxy Fox, thank you for your support!I'm sorry I wrote a little less today, let Lan Lan wear women's clothes tomorrow?