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A quarter of an hour later, the Jincheng King Convoy slowly left the city, and the towering city gates and the Jinyiwei generals who were seeing off were finally left far behind.

"Uncle A Yin, remember to write to me often-"

Listening to the sound coming from the wind, Shi Yong sighed.

"You're coaxing him, right? That's just an ordinary purse."

Zhao Yin leaned lazily on the che-ling lingering, pulling Shi Yong into his arms, with cold waves floating in his eyes, and a clear voice, "Half and half, there are real and fake."

Poor Xiao Yunzhen, you Uncle Yin was fooled by you again.

Shi Yong smiled and sighed, "Does Your Majesty know about this?"

Zhao Yin looked at her sideways and curled her lips, "When Yunzhen tells him, won't you know?"

All right!

Everything is in his plan, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

Next, she might as well think about how to travel along the way to Jincheng Mansion.

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In the capital city, a horse galloped across the street quickly, alarming the silence of the long night, and finally stopped at the Dongjiye Factory. The visitor entered through the side door, turned around the corner of the wall, whispered to the guard, and then went straight into the back house.

The thick fog in the yard has not dissipated, and Song Muli stands at the door.

When he saw the visitor, he turned his head with a constant expression and knocked on the wooden door twice.

"Super Lord, spies come to report."

There was no sound in the room for a long time, as if the person in the room had already fallen asleep.

After a while, the sound of a white horse supporting the boat came.

"Let him in."

Song Muli carefully pushed open the door, and the spy followed him, not daring to show his anger.

Surprisingly, the people in the room not only did not sleep, but were in high spirits.

The white horse supported the boat and leaned lazily on the arhat couch. She was wearing white clothes and pine trees slowly hang down. There were fine wine and delicacies on the table. Two dancers were extremely charming and waiting on him. There was also a Qi Lin who couldn't speak next to him. She was really beautiful and charming. He was brighter than the beauty.

"Tell me!"

He flirted with the spy, drank slowly with a wine cup, and smiled at the corner of his lips.

Before the spy could finish speaking, he hummed softly to himself.

"Leave?"

The spy lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. "Report to the governor, the King of Jincheng and his wife set out in the fourth update. They did not enter the palace to say goodbye, but there were Jinyiwei waiting at the city gate, and..." He looked at Baima Fuzhou, "The Prince chased after him, clamoring to accompany him. For some reason, he was persuaded by Jincheng and stopped."

The white horse supported the boat and smiled distractedly.

"Zhao Yin naturally has a way to deal with a little hairy child."

The spy said: "Yes."

The white horse helped the boat to scan him, and I didn't know what I thought of, and a wave of light suddenly swayed in his eyes.

"What's the princess reluctant to leave?"

Don’t give up? What do you want to give up?

The spy was stunned, "The princess really reluctant to leave."

The white horse raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you reluctant to leave?"

The spy said, "The big black dog insisted on running with the carriage. The princess was reluctant to let it get involved, so she carried it to the carriage."

The white horse's face suddenly sank.

"roll!"

The spy turned around and went out without knowing what he said wrong.

"Come back!" Baima Fuzhou suddenly became angry.

The spy was so scared that his feet almost fell down. He stopped quickly, looking confused.

“Super the Lord…”

The white horse Fuzhou looked coldly over the two women beside him, as if he wanted to laugh, and a smiley expression was made on his face. It was half ridiculous, and it seemed that he couldn't laugh anymore. Finally, he calmed down and threw the wine cup to the ground.

"I am asking you to get out!"

The two dancers were very frightened, and they rolled and crawled on the ground and begged for mercy, and went down.

The white horse supported the boat for a quiet moment, his eyes bent lightly, and suddenly he looked at the spy, and his expression returned to his original state.

"Try again, report again."

His voice was very low, and it was a little sad for no reason, which was out of place.

After all, Zhao Yin left Beijing and the change of power of the Jinyiwei was also a great thing for the Dongchang Factory. Without the factory supervisor, he defeated Zhao Yin without having to sleep and drink and have fun all night. This unreasonable sadness is really incredible.

The spy couldn't understand it, so he took the order.

Song Muli glanced at Qi Lin and was about to clean up the broken cups on the ground. Seeing Qi Lin shook his head at him, he retracted his hand and retreated silently.

The door is closed gently.

The white horse slowly leaned back on the couch, covering the healed wound on the lower abdomen with his hands. After thinking for a long time, he slowly smiled in the suffocating silence.

"Go and bring my governor's medicine."

Qi Lin frowned.

The factory supervisor has been not taking medicine for a long time.

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Leaving, they really left...
Chapter completed!