At night, Zhu Di sneaked into the dormitory area of the Department of Magic, and when he looked around, only a small villa was lit alone in the dark buildings.

The fourth prince took out the key to open the door openly, but the faint sound of the lock leaf alarmed the bare-ass baby in the upstairs bedroom, he opened a glimmer of eyes in Zhu Biao's arms, and the huge pupils flickered in the dark with a treacherous light.

The door of the bedroom was pushed inward, and a small ball of meat pounced out silently, but Zhu Di outside the door had expected it, and sideways avoided the first blow of the bare-ass baby, and slashed the back of his neck with a halberd palm - because the target shrank into a ball and slashed on the ass - this time the ass was beaten firmly, and the bare-ass baby didn't feel pain, but was vigorously invaded by Zhu Di, and the flesh on his body trembled, and he couldn't curl up into a ball anymore.

Zhu Di leaned forward, caught the bare-ass baby before he landed, grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and stepped into the bedroom, and did not forget to close the door with the other.

The bathroom connected to the bedroom lit a night light, Zhu Di walked to the bed in the faint light, and there was a small Zhu Biao lying on the huge double bed, his sleeping appearance was quite honest, almost wrapped his whole body in the quilt, only revealing a pair of closed eyes.

Pushing open the window, Zhu Di threw the bare-ass baby down, and heard a muffled sound of "poof" coming from the lawn, Zhu Biao on the bed seemed to sense something, and it seemed to be disturbed by the night wind that came in, and the black hair exposed outside the quilt trembled slightly, and the whole person squirmed down in the shape of a caterpillar.

Zhu Di waited for a while, waited for him to be quiet again, sat sideways to the bed, and the soft mattress immediately sank from that corner, like a load-loaded draft boat.

And the people wrapped in the quilt too

His snoring will notice something strange when he listens to it for a while, and his breathing always follows a certain beat, fast and slow, even in his sleep.

Zhu Di remembered the temptation during the morning exercise, he thought that Zhu Biao had practiced some kind of secret technique of forging the body, so he deliberately changed the rhythm of breathing, but after observing during this time, Zhu Biao was not conscious of this at all, nor did he deliberately practice, he was unconsciously using that breathing method all the time.

This is not the effect that can be achieved by simple efforts, Zhu Di himself is an excellent martial artist, according to his experience, or, Zhu Biao has undergone more than ten years of strict conditioning training; Or, there is a clever magician who uses soul magic to plant hints in his subconscious.

Implying that such a powerful effect can be achieved, the magician is at least a tenth-level high-level magician, and all the high-level magicians of the Ming Dynasty are registered, and none of them belong to the soul system.

Zhu Di lowered his eyes, staring at Zhu Biao for a long time with a dark gaze, the light in the bathroom flickered, and the faint light was cast into the bedroom, reflecting his dark shadow on the white wall. The night breeze penetrated through the window, and the shadow of the wind blowing the curtain merged with his shadow, and suddenly grew longer and larger, and became strangely shaped, hideous and terrifying, like a monster.

Zhu Mark has a secret, and Zhu Di has known it for a long time. At this time, he could see the difference between people and people, Zhu Biao found that Guo Dalu had secrets, and his instinct was to distance himself from the other party, even if Guo Dalu was the first friend he made after crossing. And Zhu Di has never really trusted Zhu Biao since he met, he knows that this kid is hiding many secrets, it is better to say that he himself is a mystery, but Zhu Di did not flinch, but was aroused to fight.

Mosaic? Descendants of the crown prince? Zhu Di stretched out his hand and stroked his eyebrows and eyes weakly, and the corners of his lips hooked up an imperceptible smile.

Sure enough, it worked.

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For several days in a row, the bare-ass baby looked weird, refused to sleep well at night, crawled everywhere with ADHD attacks, sometimes got out of bed in the middle of the night and crawled downstairs to the garden, sometimes rolled from the garden covered in mud and then climbed the wall and turned back to the bedroom, Zhu Biao could see a crawling trace of black paint extending to the side of the bed every morning.

Zhu Biao was woken up this morning, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the bare-ass baby was sleeping soundly on his face, his hands and feet were spread, and his fleshy body blocked his mouth and nose tightly, and Zhu Biao couldn't get up or exhale reads in one breath.

"Uh-huh-ah-ah......"

He struggled from the bed to the ground, rolled all over the ground, his face turned red and turned white, and finally tore off the bare-ass baby before he fainted!

Because he was almost suffocated to death, Zhu Biao was really angry with the bare-ass baby for the first time, no matter how he pestered him, he refused to hug him, and left him to participate in the morning exercise by himself.

Today is the day of the selection of officials, and Zhu Biao decided to go alone, although Zhu Di said that he could bother him if he had anything to do - is that what he meant? But he dared to say this, Zhu Biao didn't dare to really do it, thinking about Zhu Di is also a big man with all kinds of opportunities, it is his business that he is willing to fold and hand it over, Zhu Biao can't give him three points of color and open a dyeing workshop.

He didn't pay attention to this selection, knowing that the so-called internal civil service examination was mainly an interview, and the first impression on the examiner was very important, so even if he was so embarrassed that he was dying, he still brought a set of national uniforms with him, and found a toilet cubicle to secretly change into before leaving school.

This time it was not a slim straight jacket, but a wide round-necked shirt, Zhu Biao tied the belt loosely, looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and put on a hat again, he didn't know this kind of hat with two stumbles on the back, and felt that there were two more girl-like small mustaches, sweeping around the base of the neck, itching him uneasy.

The public transportation system also has a platform near the official department, and Zhu Biao took a hexagonal flying saucer outside the east gate of the Guoshu Academy, which was faster than the last time he took Zhu Di's hovercar, and arrived on time at nine o'clock.

The exam time that Yang Shilang had notified before was half past nine, Zhu Biao arrived half an hour early, and the official department had just opened at nine o'clock, so he had to stand outside the eight-character wall and wait, seeing the civil servants coming in and out, and many people were still carrying a freshly baked hot breakfast in their hands.

Zhu Biao: (>_<)

I knew that I would come over after breakfast at the Guoshu Academy, and there would be his favorite bean paste buns in the morning in the cafeteria! Brother Zhu was so hungry that his saliva was dripping, and his eyes couldn't be pulled out of someone's breakfast bag.

"Didn't have breakfast?" Someone asked in his ear, Zhu Biao nodded instinctively, reacted immediately, and looked up at the other party sharply.

It was a middle-aged man who looked gentle, he should have been very handsome when he was young, he was the kind of righteous and awe-inspiring handsome, naturally solemn, with no expression on his face, but it was not as unfathomable as when Zhu Di was expressionless, but it made people feel a sense of credible and reliable dependence.

Zhu Biao swallowed his saliva, looked at the strange uncle in front of him a little stunned, and his eyes moved down the aroma again, stopping at the bulging paper bag in the uncle's hand.

The middle-aged man was expressionless, but there was a slight smile in his eyes, he opened the opening of the paper bag, so that Zhu Biao could see the white and bulging bean paste bun inside, and then asked seductively: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Zhu Biao paused for a second and shook his head wildly.

He hurriedly ran into the official department in three steps and two steps, away from this strange uncle, just kidding, he was seventeen years old and not seven years old, he was abducted by bean paste buns or something, it's extremely shameful to think about it, okay!

The middle-aged man was not discouraged, watching him disappear into the gate of the ministry, a pair of deep and restrained eyes still full of smiles, holding a paper bag in his hand, slowly pacing towards the parking lot on the other side of the road.

The exit of the parking lot was covered with a large shadow from the floor, and a group of people stood silently in the shadows, nervously hugging another middle-aged man in the middle.

The two middle-aged bigwigs greeted each other across the road with their eyes, and the one who came over checked the bean paste bag in his hand, and smiled before speaking: "Your Majesty, he has already entered, and it is our turn to play." ”