Zheng Rin's eyes darkened, and he lost a lot of light.

When Ye Liufeng came in, he reached into the drawer of the desk with one hand, groping around, as if he was about to dig something out of it.

In the process of persuading Ye Liufeng, he had already found that thing, and even pulled out the red corner of it.

But at that moment, Ye Liufeng yelled at him uncontrollably, and uncovered his scar, and that hand seemed to have suddenly been drained of all its strength, and it hung weakly on the edge of the half-open drawer, and stopped there stiffly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ye Liufeng knew that he was talking seriously, but he was not ready to say anything to excuse himself, he stubbornly tilted his neck, stared at Zheng Rin with wide eyes, and looked at each other speechlessly.

After a while, Ye Liufeng gave up this boring confrontation.

He is here to find Wuwu, no one is here, what are he and Zheng Rin angry about?

What a waste of time.

"It's boring, you're busy, I'm leaving. Ye Liufeng grabbed the sword on the desk, pulled his legs and left.

When his back disappeared from view, Zheng Rin sat weakly in the soft chair, his eyes were a little numb, the hand on the drawer slipped out of the drawer with his body sliding, and the hand loosened, and the red corner suddenly fell out of the drawer, floating back and forth in the air, and finally slowly landed on the ground.

It was a gilded invitation with a red background, and a big red double happiness was engraved on it.

Zheng Rin turned his head very slowly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the invitation.

This is the wedding card for his marriage, and he wanted to give it to Ye Liufeng when he saw him.

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity.

Zheng Rin looked at the wedding card, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed faintly, and his face was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

……

When Wu Wu came to the palace again, it had been a few days since Ye Liufeng came to Zheng Rin to ask her whereabouts.

After the last ceremony, her name was tied to the identity of the emperor, and I am afraid that it will resound all over the world.

Therefore, everyone in the palace knew her identity and her outstanding face, and as soon as she arrived at the palace gate, the Praetorian Guards consciously let her go, and they didn't even need to report it.

Passing by a building under construction, Wuxian saw that the area was really not ordinarily large.

Those who saw her along the way greeted her respectfully.

Wuxian was inexplicably interested in this building, so he asked casually, who knew that this building was not built for others, it was the palace that Zheng Rin promised to build for her.

When she learned the truth, she couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, feeling a little speechless.

I really want to build a palace for her......

In fact, she is not picky at all, as long as she is given a room to live in.

Suddenly, for some reason, her brain was hot, and she had a particularly high-spirited idea.

She approached the chief designer who designed the structure of the palace and told him that the original design was invalid.

"Ah, there is no map, so what are we going to build it on?" the chief designer was dumbfounded, looking at her dumbfounded.

Wuxian smiled softly, stretched out his white fingers, and pointed to the tall buildings that were faintly visible not far away, "See, do you see it?" ”

"Huh?" the chief designer looked in the direction she was directing, and was even more stunned, "That's the sacrificial temple!"