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Chapter 288
Chapter 297 imperial decree, confiscation
Xiaoqi in the space couldn't help shivering.

Hey, how did this world become so scary?
Two main gods came down at once, what is this for?
It's not here to catch it, is it?

It can't escape at all like this.

Li Huan didn't think much about it.

She just sensed the power fluctuations around here.

Originally, she was still wondering which main god was so diligent.

Now she knows.

It turned out to be the two brothers and sisters.

She's an old acquaintance, so she doesn't panic at all.

By the way, I can ask them both to help me.

Murong Ji asked for a bite on Li Huan's neck.

Li Huan met his eyes and complained dissatisfiedly:
"It hurts! Are you a dog?"

After clasping the woman's five fingers, Murong Ji pulled the quilt aside to cover the two of them.

The narrow space made breathing even hotter.

"A Xue, do you still have other thoughts on the wedding night?"

The hoarse voice made the heart skip a beat unconsciously.

Li Huan's breathing became a little unsteady, she turned her face away, and said stiffly:

"I didn't think about anything else, so don't talk nonsense."

Murong Ji laughed softly, and slender fingers slid past her ear:

"Then why were you in a daze just now?"

Li Huan, who was hooked by this man and was on the verge of unconsciousness, managed to find an excuse with his muddy head:

"I was wondering where you learned this..."

Obviously this man was so cold at first that people wondered if he was not interested in women.

"is it?"

In the ear is the man's dubious tone.

Li Huan wanted to cry but had no tears:

"really……"

The night is still long.

For a moment, Li Huan regretted for a moment that he proposed to marry this man.

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……

Newly married for two months.

Li Huan said that it is not easy for him to be alive.

Her old waist was about to be torn apart by Murong Ji.

Since she got married, she has been living in the house arranged by her father.

Three days after the wedding, she returned to the door once.

But not long after staying, Murong Ji and Li Huan were kicked out by Master Shen.

When leaving, Master Shen pulled Li Huan and whispered a few words.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the words revealed his idea of ​​wanting to hug his grandson.

Li Huan: "..."

She really can't do this.

Such peaceful days are short.

How could Yanshi, who had been restrained for a long time, let Murong Ji live so happily.

August seventeenth.

An imperial decree suddenly came down to Shen Fu's head.

It is said that Mr. Shen has been evading taxes in business all year round, and now he is going to search Shen's house.

Li Huan knew about this from Xiao Qi at the first time.

Yanshi arrived at Shen's residence with the emperor's imperial decree on his front foot, and she followed him on his back foot.

The door of the Shen residence was closed tightly.

Even if they knew that there was an imperial decree coming, no one opened the door.

Murong Ji had already gone to the Shen Mansion ahead of time to remind Master Shen.

This time Yanshi was apparently helping the emperor issue the imperial decree, but actually wanted to control the Shen residence again.

Earlier Murong Ji set up a restriction in the Shen residence.

As long as no one actively opens the gate of the mansion for Yanshi, his puppet silk will have no chance to invade Shen's mansion again.

Master Shen is Li Huan's weakness.

How could Murongji hand over such a handle to Yanshi.

Standing outside the gate of Shen Mansion, Li Huan casually passed Yanshi and the people behind him, knowingly asked:
"I don't know what the national teacher wants to fight like this?"

Sitting on the sedan chair, Yanshi calmly revealed the bright yellow imperial decree in front of her eyes, and spoke at a leisurely pace:
"Of course I am here to search the Shen residence at the order of His Majesty."

Li Huan glanced at the imperial decree indifferently, and said calmly:

"How do I know whether the imperial edict of the national teacher is true or not?"

(End of this chapter)