Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1370 Contaminated (45)

The matter of handing over all the affairs of Fusang Palace to Yin Ci soon encountered unanimous opposition from the four guardians.

Especially An Chi, even though he wanted to compete with Yin Ci in martial arts every day, but now at such a critical juncture, he was the first to stand up and oppose, with a firm attitude.

"Palace Master, how can an outsider be in charge of everything in Fusang Palace? What's more, that Yin Ci—"

"You don't even know what kind of thoughts are hidden in his heart. That little boy has great acting skills. Palace Master, you must not be deceived by him."

An Mei has always been silent, but now she also frowned, knelt down and cupped her hands.

"Palace Master, please think twice, Yin Ci already has a grudge against us, if the power in the palace is handed over to him now, Fusang Palace will be destroyed in less than three days."

The Palace Mistress sat on the soft bed, didn't speak, and looked at An Yao and An Yao.

The ghosts and ghosts didn't make a sound first, and they didn't speak one after another until they realized that the palace master was looking at them.

"Palace Master, your decision must have your considerations, but because of the previous incident, please forgive me. It is really worrying."

"Palace Master, you have a kind heart and rarely come out of the world, so you don't know that Yin Ci is a proud and arrogant person, and he always holds grudges in everything he does."

"I offended him before, but now... I really don't know whether he will avenge his private revenge publicly, or take the opportunity to disturb Fusang Palace and attract all the sects to take the opportunity to attack Fusang Valley"

"Therefore, I ask the palace master to think twice, and don't follow the way of Yin Ci."

The palace lord lowered his eyes and slowly folded his handkerchief.

After listening for a long time, she pursed her lips and said, "It seems that you both agree."

The four guardians didn't make a sound, but all lowered their heads.

The Palace Mistress nodded her thin white hand.

"In that case, how about... let's make a bet?"

"Just bet. Yin Ci will take good care of Fusang Palace and this place."

She smiled slightly, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

Like a cunning fox.

The four guardians glanced at each other.

"This"

The night is heavy and the lights are shaking.

The man who came out of the bath slowly put on a thin silk gown, covering his beautiful and fit figure.

Drenched all over, he simply put on a cloak and returned to the palace.

Inside the hall, there is a faint fragrance.

Yin Ci didn't like having maids around, so there was no one outside the palace.

He glanced around lightly and saw the person half lying on the soft bed, then he untied his cloak and walked over.

He picked her up and walked to the bed.

"...wait a minute, I have something for you."

She patted him on the shoulder, motioning for him to put her down.

He didn't do it because she was barefoot and had no shoes or stockings on.

He hugged her, put her on the bed, and touched her face lightly.

"what?"

He kneaded her face with a casual tone.

Apparently the attention wasn't there at all.

The palace lord with a delicate face pointed to a small brocade box on the table, his cheeks were slightly red.

"That, for you."

He hummed lightly, without looking over at all.

Touching her face, he got closer and closer, chasing her breath, and became entangled with her.

The temperature in the air rose a little fast.

"." The Palace Mistress patted him, serious.

"Seriously, go and have a look first."

He paused, finally willing to look away.

He glanced at the brocade box indifferently, and then hugged her.

(End of this chapter)