"Burn it!" Looking at the silk scarf that was handed to him, mottled with bloodstains, had lost its original appearance, and still had a faint smell of blood, Leng Qing looked indifferent and spit out these three words bluntly.

Mu Wen, who was still mourning for the thirteenth-ranked Qingying Sword on the "Sword Spectrum", was immediately stunned when he heard this.

looked at Leng Qing with an indifferent face, then at the silk scarf in his hand, and then at Leng Qing who was still indifferent, Mu Wen could be sure that he should have heard it correctly, Leng Qing ...... It was indeed made him burn this silk scarf!

Wang Quan, who was standing on the side, saw that Mu Wen was so stunned when he was said by Leng Qing, Wang Quan immediately raised his forehead and sighed: There is such a dumbfounded brother...... What a shame for him and his face!

After sighing, Wang Quan took two steps forward to the left side of Muwen, raised his hand and patted Muwen's shoulder, and reminded Muwen in this way: "Muwen, don't look at it, she did let you burn." ”

Looking at Wang Quan, who had a sincere face, Mu Wen asked very bluntly: "Why?" He was very careful when he wiped his sword, and he didn't cut the silk scarf at all, since it was not damaged, why did he burn it?

Regarding Muwen's question, Wang Quan twitched the corners of his mouth and replied: "Do you think that this silk scarf stained with other people's blood, even if you wash it, will the master use it or the girl will use it?"

Mu Wen frowned directly when he heard this, and then said word by word in his ruthless voice: "What's the matter if it's stained with blood? Which piece of clothing I wear has not been stained with other people's blood?"

Mu Wen did not lie to this, although in the West and Gate of the Imperial Palace of the Red Ice Kingdom, because of the forbidden army, Mu Wen rarely drew his sword, but every time Mu Wen accompanied Yan Ziming out of the palace, Mu Wen would more or less draw his sword and see blood, and sometimes it was inevitable to get blood stains on his clothes.

In the beginning, this kind of clothes stained with other people's blood. Mu Wen was also a little disgusted, and he didn't want to wear it, so he basically replaced it and threw it away as soon as he finished his errand. It was only later that the more blood was stained, the more often it turned out. Mu Wen gradually began to get used to the smell of blood on his clothes.

From throwing away the clothes when they were stained with blood, to continuing to wear them after washing, to being able to directly wear clothes full of blood smell for several days without changing, among them, Mu Wen has also been tempered.

After all. When people are on the verge of life and death, how can they still have the leisure to care whether the clothes on their bodies are clean or stained with the blood of others?

Therefore, in Mu Wen's view, a silk scarf stained with other people's blood is nothing at all.

Mu Wen felt that if Leng Qing didn't like the smell of blood, he would wash it twice, and then learn from those palace concubines when he was finished, and smoke the silk scarf with incense. A good silk scarf. Why burn it??

For such a stubborn Muwen, Wang Quan really didn't bother to explain more to him, because Wang Quan felt that even if he explained, Muwen would not understand. Therefore, Wang Quan directly reached out and took out the light sky-blue silk scarf from Mu Wen's hand, and then with a flick of his wrist, he threw the silk scarf into the silver carbon stove at his and Mu Wen's feet.

Wang Quan is a neurotic who seems to have big nerves on the outside, and if you give a little sunshine, you can shine, and if you give a little color, you can open a dye shop. But compared with Yan Ziming and Mu Wen, Wang Quan is much more sensitive than the two of them in all aspects, especially the more trivial things that are not worth mentioning, the more sensitive Wang Quan becomes.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this excessive sensitivity. Wang Quan has become the heartless person he is now, because he needs to use a neurotic appearance to disguise his true self.

As for Yan Ziming, in Wang Quan's view, Yan Ziming is like a bottomless pool of water, although the surface of the pool is only a little bigger, and it is calm all day long. But the deeper you drowne, the more you can't figure out the direction, because the pool is too deep, beyond Wang Quan's imagination.

Wang Quan never knew what Yan Ziming was thinking, and he had speculated about Yan Ziming's thoughts countless times, but unfortunately he never guessed right. After a long time, Wang Quan no longer bothered to figure out "what Yan Ziming means by this, and what Yan Ziming means by that matter".

Now Wang Quan is only sure of one thing - no matter what, just do what Yan Ziming tells you to do, that's right.

As for Mu Wen, in addition to his extremely keen insight into danger, Mu Wen is simply a dumb man most of the time, one word - stupid!

Therefore, it is no wonder that Mu Wen and Leng Qing have been together for nearly a month but still can't guess Leng Qing's thoughts, but Wang Quan, who has met Leng Qing at the beginning of the year, can guess that this is all because Mu Wen is too insensitive.

So, when Yan Ziming rushed back, the moment he stepped into the door of the apse, he happened to see Wang Quan throw the light sky-blue silk scarf into a silver charcoal stove at the feet of him and Mu Wen.

The silk scarf is a flammable material, and as soon as it touches the scorching charcoal fire, it immediately "sizzles" and smokes, and it doesn't take long to burn until only a cloud of ashes remains.

Standing at the door of the apse, Yan Ziming looked at the three people in the hall with a calm face:

Leng Qing sat on the small stool in front of the silver charcoal stove with her back to Yan Ziming, looking at it from Yan Ziming's point of view, Leng Qing looked very pitiful. Wang Quan stood on the left side of Mu Wen in the direction of the door of the apse, his face hanging low at the moment, looking at the silver carbon stove at his feet, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so smiling that it was a little smiling. Mu Wen held the three-foot Qingfeng in his right hand, and stood sideways by the silver carbon stove in the direction of the door of the apse, just separating Wang Quan and Leng Qing.

In the furnace, the thin sky-blue silk scarf had been burned to the point that there were no ashes. Because of the burning of the silk scarf, there was an unpleasant smell of burnt burning in the apse.

Such a picture, how does Yan Ziming, who just rushed back, think that Wang Quan's guy is bullying Leng Qing again!!

So, our Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not happy-

"Wang Quan, is it fun to burn silk scarves? Do you take your master's words as a deaf ear?" The lazy voice was magnetic and this was a unique voice that belonged to Yan Ziming, but Wang Quan, who was named, heard the coldness and unhappiness in it.

This cold tone shocked Wang Quan, who was named.

After hearing this, Mu Wen turned around very calmly in the direction of the door of the apse, and then called respectfully: "Master!"

Hearing this, Yan Ziming nodded slightly, which was regarded as a response, but Yan Ziming's eyes, which had become round because of his disguise, stayed on Wang Quan's body and did not move in the slightest.

Feeling that Yan Ziming's eyes had been staring at him and never looked away, Wang Quan really couldn't continue to pretend that he hadn't heard Yan Ziming's words, so he had to raise his head and look over.

When he looked up, Wang Quan originally wanted to make a sincere and frightened appearance, but when Wang Quan saw Yan Ziming standing at the door of the apse, the disguise on his face had not been removed, and he posed with an iceberg face on his face, Wang Quan couldn't help it, and even grinned in front of Yan Ziming like this, and laughed silently......

Wang Quan's baby face is so childish that Wang Quan's face is not suitable for making any stern expressions, otherwise it will only be self-defeating, making people just want to laugh when they look at it.

And Wang Quan has long been accustomed to living heartless and reckless, so although Wang Quan knew that the person under that face was his master Yan Ziming, and also knew that Yan Ziming was in a bad mood at the moment, Wang Quan still couldn't hold back his smile.

Seeing that Wang Quan only looked up at himself and grinned, Yan Ziming was also very helpless in his heart, it is undeniable that he is indeed too accustomed to Wang Quan on weekdays, coupled with Wang Quan's lively and active temperament, so that most of the time, Wang Quan is simply a wild monkey in front of him - he is not subject to discipline!

Although he sighed helplessly in his heart, on the face, Yan Ziming felt that he still had to pretend to be a master, otherwise Wang Quan's gang would be against the sky!

So, when Wang Quan couldn't stop laughing more and more, and even let out a little laughter, Wang Quan heard Yan Ziming spit out these words in a cold tone: "I am not at home these days, you should live very arbitrarily, and your spirit should be better than that of Mu Wen who is running outside with me, so you are responsible for all the vigil this month, but you are not allowed to rest." ”

When Yan Ziming's words fell, Wang Quan's smile also stiffened at the corner of his mouth: he will keep vigil this month...... Besides, it wasn't his voluntary stay to watch the house!!

Seeing that Wang Quan looked like he was about to smile or not, Yan Ziming finally felt a lot better.

"By the way, at the end of the month, the frame of the princess of Yan Guo should arrive in the capital, you see that you have such a pleasing face, this matter of welcoming and entertaining the entourage of Yan Guo will be left to you with full responsibility. Go back and ask the queen for this errand! If you can't take it from the queen, you will be responsible for all the nights of the year from next month. Yan Ziming smiled at the corner of his mouth like this, and walked towards the apse while being so angry that Wang Quan didn't have to pay for his life.

At this moment, Wang Quan couldn't laugh at all, not only couldn't he laugh, but the face that belonged to Yan Ziming, who had brought disaster to the country and the people, collapsed in an instant......

I saw Wang Quan kneeling on the ground covered with wool felt in the direction of Yan Ziming, and then threw his upper body on the wool felt ground, crying out heartbreakingly: "Master! The little one is wrong! You have a lot of adults, you raise your noble hand, you let go of the small one! After so many years, the little one has no merit and hard work! My own father! Don't worry about the little one! The little one will never dare to do it again in the future! The little one will definitely offer this girl as a mother from now on! Please let the little one go, wow......

Let him go to meet the entourage of the princess of Yanguo, and ask him to go to the old witch to take this errand himself, isn't this going to kill him!) )