Pampered ghost concubine is respected

Chapter 67
Tightly pursing his lips, his body trembled for a while. After half a second of silence, Zhao Qian flicked his sleeves and walked away.

Zhao Ziyan bowed apologetically towards Yan Rusi, and hurriedly followed Zhao Qian's footsteps.

Seeing Zhao Ziyan stepping on her little feet and struggling to catch up with Zhao Qian, Yan Rusi sighed faintly, "You are a good cousin, but you are too weak."

Murong Lin smiled noncommittally, raised the car curtain, and said gently, "Hurry up and get in the car, it's very cold at night."

When I returned to the palace, it was already Xu time, and after sitting for almost two hours, I felt exhausted and sore all over my body.

"I'm going back to sleep first!" Yan Rusi yawned, and walked towards Jingyi Pavilion without looking back.

Murong Lin was stunned on the spot, watching her gradually shrinking back, unable to utter a word, choked in his throat.How can I naturally say that I want her to have sex with him, so that she can agree without embarrassing her?
The guide who ran over to greet him followed Murong Lin's eyes and looked forward, only seeing a corner of his clothes, and the smoke disappeared like silk.

"My lord, my concubine has gone far!" The guide reminded in a low voice.

"Dadai, come out quickly." As soon as he returned to the room, Murong Lin hurriedly called out Daidai.

"What's the matter?" Dadai floated out of the pendant on the wall. Recently, he always felt tired all over. Maybe he really stayed in the sun for a long time.

Murong Lin took out a pen and ink, and quickly drew a simple portrait of He Lianyou on the paper.

"Look, is this Xiaoru's senior brother?"

Staring blankly at the portrait for a few seconds, he nodded and asked in surprise, "Did you see Sister Yan's brother?"

Sure enough, it was him, and it seemed that his guess was right.Murong Lin kneaded the portrait into a ball and crushed it into billions of pieces.

In the early morning of the next day, Dongling and Nanxi signed a formal peace treaty. The emperor was overjoyed and celebrated with the whole world, and ordered a one-year tax reduction.

Of course, I heard all of this from Bao Dian Ding Xiao He.

"It's just a discord between the outside and inside, so there will be peace for a year or two!" Xiao He murmured with emotion.

Yan Rusi looked at Xiao He in astonishment, she didn't expect this girl to have such awareness, it seemed that she had to re-examine her.

Sensing Yan Rusi's surprised gaze, Xiao He asked uncomfortably, "What is the princess doing looking at this slave?"

"It turns out that we, Xiao He, are so extraordinary that we have seen the signing of the peace treaty so thoroughly!" Yan Rusi said with deep meaning.

Xiao He's face froze, and after a half-second pause, she smiled innocently, touched her right cheek embarrassedly, and said awkwardly, "No, this servant just listens a lot, so please don't take it to heart if you talk nonsense. "

"What's the matter? Xiaohe, why are you nervous, the princess praises you so much." Yunyin pursed her lips and smiled, and said.

Yan Rusi showed her face and nodded, "Yunyin is absolutely right." This girl Xiao He is too careful, too careful, she is not the kind of master who bullies slaves, as for making Xiao He suppress her nature so much?See how comfortable the rhyme is, what you want to say, what you want to do.

The little raccoon muttered sullenly in his heart, you are not the master who oppresses the slaves, who is?Thinking that he is a dignified Master Huanhu, personable and a handsome man of a generation, but she turned him into a woman and an ugly man without talking about it?It's extremely tragic, and people and gods are indignant.

Fortunately, Yan Rusi was chatting happily with Xiaohe Yunyin, so she didn't pay attention to Xiaoli, otherwise some bloody and violent things might happen.

Murong Lin's injury has completely healed, but Murong Liao doesn't seem to have any intention of letting him return to court, and Murong Lin is definitely not feeling well.Yan Rusi was secretly worried, although she used to think that it would be troublesome to become an official in the imperial court, but... oh...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the night is thick, and everything on the earth has lost its appearance, making it impossible to distinguish.

However, the palace is different. There are lanterns of different styles everywhere, which are not bright, but they are also visually clear.

Although it was only late autumn, the night wind was majestic, and the candlelight was flickering, adding a bit of coldness and depression.

The guards and eunuchs on patrol all looked listless, their ears drooped, their eyelids squinted heavily, as the cold water blew through them, they shivered a few times, and shrank their bodies, making them look even more decadent.

At this time, everyone has fallen into a wonderful dreamland, but they can't sleep. Who can work energetically?
Easily dodging all the patrolling people, He Lianyou swiftly flew towards Chen Fengge.

The Chenfeng Pavilion is used to store the emperor's personal belongings. It is composed of the Clothing Room, the Book Hall, and the Treasure Hall. Of course, different people are guarding each time.

There were four guards guarding the gate, but in He Lianyou's eyes, they were just decorations.

In the blink of an eye, he flew into Chen Fengge silently.

What came into his eyes were four independent courtyards connected by corridors. On the left was the place where the eunuchs and maids lived, on the right was the Clothing Room, and directly opposite was the Hall of Classics and the Hall of Treasures. The things he was looking for should be in these two places. Sitting in the courtyard.

However, except for the dormitory where the eunuchs live, the other three places are guarded by guards.

The inner floor and the outer floor, it can be seen how much Murong Liao attaches importance to this place.Fortunately, those guards were dozing off and didn't notice him.

Not to think too much, He Lianyou moved to change shadows, opened and closed the door and flashed into the classics hall silently, the speed was as fast as a shooting star, and it was the kind of shooting star that would not shine.

The guard guarding the door on the right only felt a ling wind blowing across his face, and he immediately became alert because the natural wind would not carry such a terrifying aura, chilling people from the surface of the skin to the marrow of the bone.

"There seems to be someone!" He whispered to the guard on the left with a serious face.

The guard on the left stretched his waist and yawned, dying, "It's so late and so cold, let alone a ghost, I don't even bother to come."

The guard on the right pursed his thick lips, shook his head, and said, "No, I just felt my eyes go dark, and then a dark wind blew past."

The guard on the left exhaled impatiently, and said, "It's dark because I'm too sleepy. As for the wind blowing, it's more common. It's no wonder there is no wind in this cold day!"

As he said that, he glanced sideways at the closed door and shrugged, "Look, the door is closed well, and I haven't heard any sound. Don't be suspicious."

The guard on the right thought for a while, and always felt that something was wrong, so he said cautiously, "Let's go in and take a look. If the things are missing, the emperor will blame us, and we can't afford it."

Murong Liao's cloudy face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the guard on the left couldn't help shivering, and said anxiously, "Go, go and have a look." It's better to run for nothing than to be punished by the emperor.

After entering, there is the lobby. There are three rooms behind the lobby, one is for the emperor to rest, one is the reading room, and the other is the place where the classics are stored.

(End of this chapter)