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Chapter 470 The Prince
Thinking of this, Long Nimojiu turned his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to be hooked, and he stared straight at the human behind him, "Master Lan! I seem to remember that I told you the day before yesterday. I don't want to listen to Mao Rang Guoxiang again. Why? Today, he can still talk freely at the court meeting? To easily take away from Gu's hands what Gu has already won? He is clearly against Gu?"

Standing behind him is a woman, already in her mid-mature age, but she has a slim figure and a beautiful appearance, her gestures and movements are full of indescribable charm, and her charm is still there.

And the only one who can get the title of "Blue Hierarch" in Nanyue territory is the current Nanyue Mishala Sect leader, Lan Ruohua.

Today, however, she looked a little uneasy. When she saw the cold light in Long Nimojiu's eyes, she quickly retracted her skirt and knelt down, "It's because my subordinates are not good at work. Please punish him, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Long Nimojiu is the crown prince of Nanyue. Not surprisingly, he will be the next king of Nanyue. In fact, given the current physical condition of the Nanyue emperor, the day when Long Nimojiu succeeds to the throne may not be far away.

But Lan Ruohua felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart when facing this prince who was not yet [-] years old.

This person is gloomy and violent, and he will never show mercy to someone who is useless to him.

"Of course it's because you're not doing well. Master Lan, this is the second time this month. What's going on with you recently? Why do you miss so often? You have to make Gu wonder if you have a second heart. Only at such a critical juncture can we stand alone." When Long Nimojiu said this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Lan Ruohua, and a cold light shot out from the slits in his eyes.

Lan Ruohua felt cold in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Your Highness has learned from you, this subordinate will not dare to do it no matter what."

"I'm sorry you don't dare!" Long Nimojiu straightened up, put his hands on his waist, his expression was cold and arrogant with two points of disdain, "Master Lan will not forget, who is it that you rely on to make your Sala Cult what it is today. One day, if I can help your Sala Cult to the top, I can also bring your Sala Cult down." The tone was flat, but it carried an unmistakable viciousness.

Lan Ruohua's gorgeous face was slightly pale, she trembled her lips slightly and said, "This subordinate dare not."

Long Nimojiu laughed again, bent down, stretched out a hand, and lightly raised Lan Ruohua's gorgeous face with his slightly pale fingers, "I was just joking, why is Lan Ruohua so frightened?" Of course, Gu can't believe in Lan Jiaozhu's loyalty to Gu. However, if the people under Lan Jiaozhu continue to go on like this, Gu will have to re-evaluate whether the Sala Cult will continue to be the secret secretary of the court and serve our South Vietnam. The ability to serve. After all, Gu is the crown prince of a country, and one cannot bend the law for personal gain and disregard the interests of the country. Master Lan should be able to understand Gu's difficulties, right?"

Saying that, the fingertips with two traces of sickness and paleness lightly stroked Lan Ruohua's well-maintained skin, and lingered for a moment like nostalgia.

Lan Ruohua quickly knelt down, "Your Highness, please calm down, and I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again. The Sala Sect will do its best to serve His Highness, and there will be no second thoughts!"

Long Nimo clenched his long-lost palm into a fist, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and when he stood up again, there was a shadow in his eyes, and his tone became colder for a moment, "Gu is naturally willing to give Master Lan another chance." I just hope that Master Lan will not let Gu down again."

"It's just that right now, the matter of the mine veins has been settled. Acting rashly at this time will inevitably lead to suspicion, so let's put it aside for now! But the birthday of the father is coming soon, and the leader of the blue should do the things in hand first. It would be good if the emperor lost his trust."

"This subordinate understands. This subordinate will leave now." As he spoke, he kowtowed lightly.

Seeing Long Nimojiu wave his hand, Lan Ruohua stood up, lowered his head, and retreated step by step.

When she got outside the hall, she straightened up and turned her head to meet the person who was waiting outside the hall door with a tray. The expression on her face had returned to her usual glamorous expression.

The one holding the tray is also a beauty, dressed in silk and satin clothes, tailored close to the body, outlining a concave and convex figure, exquisite and gorgeous facial features, red lips curved, it is three points charming, seeing Lan Ruohua, gently kneeling, sweet Shouted, "Su'er has seen Master. Doesn't Master leave the palace after dinner?"

"No, there are still many important matters in the department. You take good care of His Highness the Crown Prince." While speaking, he took out a box and handed it over.

Su'er took it, "Thank you, Master."

Lan Ruohua gave a faint "hmm", turned and left.

Su'er turned her head to look at Lan Ruohua's back as she slowly walked down the stone steps, the smile on the corner of her mouth slightly curled up, and after a while, she snorted softly, and then turned her head and entered the hall.

When he arrived in the hall, he saw the broken glazed lamp on the ground, he paused for a while, and then leaned over again.

Long Nimojiu sat on the chair, half-raised his eyes, looking at her... the palace door behind her.

Su'er pulled back her skirt and stepped forward, bowed to salute, and said "Your Highness" softly and charmingly.

Long Nimojiu didn't even look at her, but asked in a low voice, "Master Lan is gone?"

"That's right. I met Master outside the hall, and I had to ask Master to ask me to take good care of Your Highness." Su'er put down the tray in her hand and walked around behind Long Nimojiu. Xiang's hand gently landed on his forehead, helping him to massage it slowly.

The tone was soft, but full of uneasiness and begging, "Your Highness, did Master offend you? If that's the case, Su'er dared to plead for Master... Master still cares about His Highness, Master If there is any fault, Su'er is willing to bear it for her, and asks His Highness to forgive Master, not to mention getting angry..."

Long Nimojiu opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold a catkin on her forehead, and turned to look at her with a smile on his face, but his eyes were deep and difficult to discern, "You are loyal to your master, No wonder, she was able to give you the surname Lan, saying that you are the one most like her among the many disciples in her teaching."

The smile on Lan Su'er's face froze for a moment, almost imperceptible. She lowered her eyes and smiled softly, "This concubine is an orphan picked up by master and brought up by master alone. As far as concubine is concerned, master Not only the master, but also the concubine's mother and elder sister, I must protect her... ah!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly let out a scream, but it was Long Nimojiu who grabbed her hand and pulled her hard, she rolled over from the back of the chair, and fell into Long Nimojiu's arms in a blink of an eye inside.

Long Nimo looked at her for a long time, gently stroking her cheek with one hand, his eyes were burning eagerly, looking at her, but it didn't seem like he was looking at her.

"Su'er is really cute... From this point of view, she really looks a bit like her, when she was young..." Long Nimojiu murmured a few words, but his subordinates worked hard, and there was a sound of tearing silk, and Lan Su'er's skirt was torn It opened, revealing half of her snow-white chest, and that charming blue moon shadow pattern...

(End of this chapter)