Zi Cao would not leave, Zi Yiran had already thought of it in his mind, and did not say anything to stop it. The two of them stood at the entrance of the palace. It was not until the figures of the palace ladies disappeared from sight that Zi Yiran turned around and headed towards the palace.
Walk inside.
"Prince Ran," Zi Cao called out, ran to Zi Yiran's side, and faced him face to face: "Prince Han is not in the palace now. It will be very dangerous for you to go back."
Seeing the worried expression in Zicao's eyes, Zi Yiran couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "Silly girl, I am now a candidate for the new king. Is it not dangerous to walk on the top of the wave?"
Zicao immediately grabbed Zi Yiran's hand, with a firm look in her eyes: "Then, I'll go back too!"
Zi Yiran stared at her beautiful face for a long time, then smiled brightly: "Okay then," he took out a delicate little dagger from his arms and put it in Zi Cao's hand: "This is for you, but from now on
From now on, you can't leave me even a step."
As soon as he walked into the palace gate, Zi Yijun rushed over with his sleeves waving, his eyes shining with a cold light. When he saw Zi Yiran and Zi Cao, he stood three steps away: "Brother Six,
Where did you take all the maids from Princess Anping Palace?"
"Of course it's my house," Zi Yiran smiled and looked around, reminding Zi Yijun that this was at the gate of the palace, under the noses of thousands of guards.
Zi Yiran said: "Seventh brother, has the sleeping palace maid woke up? Has the message I asked you to pass on arrived?"
Zi Yijun also looked around and smiled: "Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother has finally understood. All these years, you have been pretending to be confused. You are so clever." He gave a thumbs up to Zi Yiran:
"That's really clever, Sixth Brother."
"It's easy to talk about it," Zi Yiran stretched out his hand to grasp Lithospermum striata tightly: "I will pretend that I didn't see what happened today. If you want to touch my woman, pretend that you don't know about it, and I won't care about you. But if you
What's in my heart..." Zi Yiran's eyes froze, and he said coldly: "No wonder this idiot Sixth Brother can be ruthless sometimes!"
"Your woman?" Zi Yijun turned his eyes and stared at Zi Cao. When he saw Zi Cao leaning against Zi Yiran, he smiled crookedly and looked at Zi Yiran: "Brother Six, you have to watch carefully, she is so beautiful.
Little things like these always attract people’s attention.”
"It's natural, seventh brother invited me." After Zi Yiran said this, he took Zicao and walked forward. Zi Yijun was left alone, gritted his teeth, and looked at the people standing upright on the wall.
The guard spat on the ground and turned around.
The Sky Mirror was hanging in mid-air, and Han Mengxiao was lying comfortably on the chaise longue, opening his mouth to eat the grapes fed by Zi Yihan.
"Sour, this one is so sour," Han Mengxiao spat out the half-bitten grape. She looked at Zi Yihan and said, "Han, don't you think it's immoral for us to just watch them tossing around in the palace?"
Zi Yihan quickly peeled another grape and put it to Han Mengxiao's mouth: "Meng, you are a cultivator. You should know those things. We should not care about them. We should just watch."
Han Mengxiao ate the grape, sat up, and asked: "Han, I sometimes wonder whether mortals are ruthless or gods are ruthless. You say mortals are ruthless. Ruthless mortals will not save you until death, but sentimental mortals give up.
Even if you risk your own life, you will save others. But as a man of God, when he sees others die, he doesn’t feel any trouble on his face or in his heart. He just thinks that it is cause and effect, and destiny is destined.”