Jiye seemed to be confused about something, and suddenly bit off a hawthorn. He glanced at Hua Yuqiong, who was not confused, and leaned down to feed the hawthorn into her mouth.
Hua Yuqiong was startled, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and her cheeks felt hot.
So close, she could even feel the hot breath spraying from Jiye's nose, as well as the cool fragrance coming from his body.
Jiye looked at her red face and confused eyes, and couldn't help but breathe heavily.
The little wild cat... doesn't seem to hate him that much...
Hua Yuqiong bit open the hawthorn, and the sweet and sour taste filled her mouth.
Why does this hawthorn feel different from others?
Hua Yuqiong's eyes suddenly froze and he looked straight at Jiye.
He wouldn't have drugged it, would he?
As if aware of Hua Yuqiong's little thoughts, Jiye bit a hawthorn, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Hua Yuqiong's eyes twinkling, and smiled softly.
"No one really thinks that I would be as shameless as him to drug him here, right?"
Hua Yuqiong gritted her teeth and looked away angrily.
This manly, shameless guy!
Jiye glanced at Hua Yuqiong's appearance, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly involuntarily.
This little guy might be saying something bad about him in his heart.
*
Under the night, a man in black hurriedly jumped into a house, turned around and entered a pavilion.
Inside the room, a middle-aged man in black robe was holding a book, frowning and thinking carefully.
The man in black who came in saw the middle-aged man, half-kneeling on the ground, not daring to breathe out for fear of interrupting the man's thoughts.
After a long time, the middle-aged man finally put down the book and turned to look at the man in black who was half kneeling on the ground.
"What's the matter?"
"Back to the Hall Master, the mission to capture him alive has failed."
"Failed?" the middle-aged man said in a slightly picky voice, "Where are the people sent?"
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man in black.
"All... all dead..."
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man slammed the table next to him, "A bunch of trash!"
The man in black was suddenly frightened and hurriedly shouted: "Lord, please calm down!"
"Where's Wu Rong? He's a middle-stage Spiritual King and he's also dead?"
"He's dead too." The man in black replied cautiously.
The middle-aged man frowned, calmed down the anger in his heart, and exhaled.
"Has the Wutang incident been leaked?"
The man in black replied: "That's not true. If it were leaked, I'm afraid the Duke of Zhen would come to the door with a big knife."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Don't be careless. Send someone to keep an eye on it and look for an opportunity to tie this piece of fat back."
"yes."
Zhai Zilan no longer knows how many times she has turned over.
He didn't know whether he could fall asleep again, but he knew it was time to deal with the trivial matters in the court.
Can……
Zhai Zilan looked at Cheng Yuqi who hugged him tightly all night and didn't let go. He really no longer had the mood to deal with those things.
This guy slept very soundly, but it kept him awake all night! I really wanted someone to throw him out.
Han Zeng waited outside the door for a long time. Seeing that His Highness did not come out dressed as usual, he couldn't help but feel doubtful. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
"Your Highness, it's time to get up and deal with political affairs. Some officials sent me the memorial early this morning, and my subordinates have sorted it out for you."
"What kind of mess are you dealing with? It's so early in the morning, don't disturb me from sleeping!" This chapter has been completed!