No wonder Eunuch Su didn't dare to accept the gold medal for a long time, because there were hot potatoes on both sides!
"Why, my father has an explanation from me. Is it possible that Eunuch Su still refuses to show his respect?"
Seeing the hesitation on Eunuch Su's face, Nangong Lin simply waved his sleeves, and the secret guards who appeared behind him immediately swarmed up and instantly replaced the guards guarding the prison car. Eunuch Su could only hold the hot imperial edict and watch helplessly.
Nangong Lin and his group walked away in a hurry, so anxious that their white hair almost came out.
"Ah, ah, ah, Prince Lin, the person taken away here is a death row prisoner, a prisoner who will be executed tonight... What should we do with this? How will the Sa family explain to the emperor?"
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There was a strong stench wafting outside the west wing.
The butler of Prince Lin's Mansion had a sad face. He stood outside the west wing and directed his servants to bring bucket after bucket of hot water into the room. After a while, he replaced bucket after bucket of dirty muddy water with a layer of water floating on it.
The yellow-green substance is disgusting.
"Butler, these are the clothes Mr. Luo changed into..."
The maid hurriedly walked out of the room holding her nose, holding a pile of dirty clothes with a wooden stick in her hand. The butler's expression changed greatly, and she quickly took two steps back holding her nose, as if she had seen a ghost, and waved her arms desperately.
He waved, "Quickly, burn these clothes quickly! Wait, no, it will smell when burned, bury it quickly, bury it!"
The little maid's face was wrinkled up, and she almost burst out crying, but she could only hold it in. She picked up the pile of clothes in disgust and retreated with a grimace.
"Quick, quick, the prince and Princess Jiaoyue will be here in a moment. Quickly pack Mr. Luo up and get rid of the smell in the west wing. If the prince and Princess Jiaoyue smell such a stench and become dissatisfied, be careful that you can't eat it.
Walk around!"
When Nangong Lin and Bei Mingyue walked to the west wing of Prince Lin's mansion, they saw Nangong Lin's nanny hunched over, spreading the flower juice squeezed from the petals in her hands in every corner of the west wing, trying to cover up the smell.
There was a stubborn smell of rotten eggs, and on the way to the woodshed, the slaves carried buckets back and forth, and the dirty water they replaced had turned clear from the disgusting turbidity just now.
"Lin, are you Zijin who asks slaves to serve you?"
Bei Mingyue asked again worriedly. Nangong Lin raised his eyebrows. Seeing her anxious face and not telling him anything, he shook his head helplessly and said clearly, "You reminded me so many times.
No matter how stupid you are, you can guess that Luo Zijin is a woman, so why would I let my slave serve her in bathing?"
Nangong Lin could see clearly what he wanted to hide. Bei Mingyue smiled coquettishly, with a guilty conscience flashing in her dark eyes, "Zijin didn't want others to know her identity, so I..."
"Ah Yue, there is no need to explain. There are no secrets between us, and no explanation is needed."
Seeing Bei Mingyue's embarrassment, Nangong Lin raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, with an inexplicable light shining in his deep maroon eyes, "We are the closest people, no need to explain, right?"
Bei Mingyue's eyebrows were anxious, and she was focused on Luo Zijin in the west wing. She didn't hear the overtones of Nangong Lin's words at all. She just agreed casually, raised her feet and stepped into the west wing, "Zijin, Zijin
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"Princess Bright Moon, Princess Bright Moon..."
Seeing Bei Mingyue walking towards the west wing as if she was in a deserted place, the housekeeper who had been standing outside the west wing stared straight ahead.