The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Master, just send Jiangxue and others to solve the Jinli country's affairs, I ask the master to let me accompany you." Wuxin pleaded.

"No need, let's all back down." Qiong Ying waved her hand, resting her head lazily on one hand, as if she was in deep thought.

"Yes, Master." Wu Xin lowered her eyes slightly and walked out of the hall slowly.

Qiu Tong and others also followed out of the hall.

The sun had already sunk into the mountain peak, the sky was getting dark, and the night fog slowly began to envelop the square.

"Qiu Tong, are you coming back from the border?" Qingjun asked.

"Qingjun, what's your plan?" Qiutong glanced at him sideways, she also couldn't understand Qingjun, but one thing is for sure, Qingjun is not a peaceful person.

"Hehe, Qiutong, you think highly of me, I just simply greet you and tell you, please take care of the Zhujin Building during this time."

"The master asked you to accompany me?" Qiutong raised her eyebrows, surprised in her heart, the master is too indulgent and spoiling the king, almost to the point of doting on him.

Qingjun smiled without saying a word, and went towards the direction of Qingxin Hall.

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Zhuijin Building.

There were not many guests in the building, most of them came to buy some weapons for self-defense in fear of turmoil in the city.

As for the auction has been suspended, those dignitaries in the city either moved westward or hid at home. In the face of the national crisis, they are not in the mood to auction.

"Miss." Several stewards greeted Qiu Tong respectfully.

"If there are no customers, just close the building temporarily." Qiutong looked at it, and she didn't have the heart to care about these sesame mung beans.

At that time, she didn't know why the owner bought the Zhuijin building in the first place, then killed a few people and replaced all the people in the building.

"Miss, for more than half a month, His Highness Jin Li and the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion have come here often, and they are now in the No. 17 private room." The steward felt that this matter was not easy, so he reported it.

Hearing this, Qiu Tong frowned, talking about the No. 17 private room, she remembered one thing, the master had never been to Zhuijin Building, how could he know that Nan Gongchen chose the No. 17 private room every time?

It's not impossible for the master to know, but these trivial things, the master will not take it to heart, what is the origin of this?

"Miss, what's wrong?" Seeing that Qiu Tong's face changed slightly, the steward asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll go up and have a look." Qiutong went upstairs.

Walking along the corridor, the No. 17 private room is almost at the end. The vision of this location is very ordinary. With the identities of Nan Gongchen and Dongfang Jingao, it is impossible to choose this private room.

Qiutong glanced at the closed door, then left again.

At this time, the door of private room NO.17 opened, and the people who came out were Nan Gongchen and Jing Ao.

Qiu Tong didn't leave, and it didn't matter if he didn't leave, he said: "Zijin Building is about to close, and it won't open recently, please go ahead."

Nangong Chen and Jing Ao looked at each other, then looked at each other again, Nangong Chen asked, "Is Wuxin here?"

Hearing this, Qiu Tong's face changed slightly, he looked at him inquiringly, and said, "Why are you looking for Wuxin?"

Nangong Chen hesitated for a moment, but said bluntly: "It's nothing, I want to see her."

Qiu Tong's heart sank, and after a long while, her almond eyes narrowed slightly, she looked at Nangong Chen, and asked, "Do you like Wu Xin?"

Nangong Chen was taken aback, if Wuxin was his own sister, of course he liked her, even if she wasn't, no matter she was cold and arrogant, defiant, or even hated him, for some reason, he didn't dislike her.