Zhuge Wuwei raised his eyes and glanced at the person beside Mo Ziqian lightly, and then looked at him, and his voice as cool as a pearl and jade bloomed in the noisy night.

"I've been out for a day today, and I'm a little tired, how about getting together another day?"

Mo Ziqian saw that he had accepted his invitation, and his heart was suddenly happy, but because someone beside him was constantly releasing cold air pressure, he had to suppress the excitement in his heart and replied: "Then let's do it another day, I am also a little tired today, and I will have someone send a letter to your house at that time." ”

"Hmm." Zhuge Wuwei replied lightly and then withdrew his gaze, leaned on the wheelchair and closed his eyes and ordered: "Qingye, go home." ”

"Yes." Hearing that he didn't want to stay here any longer, Aoba immediately carried his wheelchair down the stone steps, carried him and the wheelchair into the carriage, and quickly left.

Seeing that the carriage turned around and walked away, Mo Ziqian turned his head sideways and asked the person next to him: "Cousin, will you go back directly or come to my house first?" ”

The man's breath was cold, his eyes as deep as ink stared at the carriage that was gradually moving away, and the cold light jumped at the bottom of his eyes, and the bright moonlight hitting him could not soften the sharpness and coldness around him.

After a while, the man glanced back at him, and said with a cold expression: "It's not early, I'll go back to the house first, where do you want to go to have fun." ”

After saying that, he strode to the carriage, boarded the carriage and ordered his disguised subordinates to drive away.

Mo Ziqian looked at the car shadow and sighed softly, "Alas......"

A good party, after the end of the year, it broke up unhappily, in the end, whose fault is it? His?

After combing through what had happened in his mind, Mo Ziqian turned around and stared at the direction where the people at the table were sitting for a long time, and his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Miss Mulan......

What exactly is her origin? What does it have to do with Zhuge Wuwei? What did she and the prince's cousin have, and why did they target him everywhere? How should today's farce end? With my cousin's temper, I'm afraid that this matter is not over yet, and it has just begun.

"Master......" Mo Ziqian pondered in his heart, and it was not until a soft call sounded in his ears that he pulled back his thoughts.

His eyes flickered slightly, he turned around slowly, and after being silent for a moment, Huo Ran raised his head, and he had already made up his mind. "Old Zhang, go home!"

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In the Prime Minister's Mansion, after returning to the mansion to wash up, Zhuge Wuwei leaned on the head of the bed to read as usual, and after Qingye cleaned up all the washing utensils, he stood by the bed and stopped talking, with a hidden tangled look on his face.

Zhuge Wuwei looked at the book casually, as if there was no one in the room, and there was no figure standing next to him that affected his reading.

After a while, seeing that the man had not yet realized that he was blocking his light, and he was not about to say the words that he was holding back in his heart, he said lightly: "Is there something?" ”

Aoba frowned, and said with some hesitation: "Master, you are like that today...... Let the white girl ...... like that Approaching you, Prince...... I'm afraid the prince won't give up. ”

Every word, Aoba carefully tried to be as tactful as possible, so as not to accidentally anger the master, who had been somewhat inferred by common sense since he met the mysterious white girl.

"That's all you want to say?" Zhuge Wuwei threw out a sentence without raising his head, and his voice was still cool and waveless.

“…… Be. Aoba replied with some trepidation.

"You're blocking the light of your true nature."