Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Sir, your tea," Turin took a slight step forward and put the wooden tray in front of his table. "This is the best green tea from Persia today. That mu tea garden is specially opened up for you. The weather this year is not very good, and only a few kilograms of excellent green tea have been harvested."

Lord Dongfang turned his chair around and slightly touched his hand. His face was not very good. He took the quilt, opened the tea cover on it, and slightly blew a sip, but he didn't drink. Instead, he raised his head. It seemed that he was asking Turin, "what's going on outside."

"Everything is fine." Turin lowered his head slightly and answered him.

"The wedding is all right, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, you'll be here in five minutes," replied Turin respectfully. "All the guests are present."

"Yes," the Oriental master paused slightly, blew the tea, took a shallow sip, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. "The taste of tea is a little bitter."

Turin stood by with theout saying anything, as if he were just doing his servant's job and waiting for his master's orders.

Master Dongfang didn't notice anything. He picked up the quilt and drank up the tea slowly.

When he got up, he suddenly felt a little shaky, as if there was a needle in his brain, picking off the rational and sober strings in his brain one by one

Master Dongfang immediately held the table and pressed his temple slightly, but the feeling of dizziness still lingered in his brain for a long time

"Call people, doctor," said master Dongfang, holding his temple with one hand. Rao noticed that there was a problem no matter what he did, and the problem was in the tea

Turin did not move.

Master Dongfang suddenly realized something. His eyes became scarlet. He looked at Turin standing in front of him, but Turin just stood there without saying a word. His tall figure gradually became blurred

Master Dongfang opened his mouth and didn't say anything at all. He shook his body and slowly fell down along the chair.

Turin said a little goodbye. When everything was quiet, he turned his head and looked. Master Dongfang fell down on the chair with his eyes open. He looked particularly terrible, as if he was still awake

"Sir, I'm sorry," Turin took a step forward and made a pious gesture. "God bless you, you will only sleep for a while."

Turin prayed. He knocked on the table. The door was immediately pushed open. Two royal forest Knights came in, neatly took a black mask and put it on master Dongfang's head, carefully picked up master Dongfang and left the secret room here

Turin watched the two knights carry the Lord Dongfang away, took a deep breath, went out, led the remaining forest knights to the dungeon and rescued the Dongfang world brocade

********************************************

Dongfang Shiyu walked in front, put his hands in his pockets and hummed a song with unknown name. The surrounding stone walls looked dark. The fireworks from the long lights on both sides were burning with a bright and dazzling light, but there was still no end point at the end of the corrido