Murong Che glared at An Miao indignantly, turned around and walked to the door.

An Miao didn't understand why Murong Che was so angry, and when she saw him pushing the door to leave, she hurriedly stopped him.

"Eh, don't go!"

Murong Che was overjoyed when he heard this, and turned around with a smile.

But he didn't want An Miao to point to the window and motioned for him to leave there.

"A lonely emperor, you let Lone jump out of the window?"

Murong Che stared at An Miao with a dark face, and for a while he just wanted to punish this girl who didn't know how to be respectful.

"Could it be that you want to be known by the hundred officials that you visited the second lady's boudoir of the Prime Minister's Mansion at night?!"

An Miao rolled her eyes widely, ignoring Murong Che no longer.

Murong Che pursed his lips and weighed for a moment, and finally had to resign himself to returning the same way.

Jumping out of the window, there were already subordinates outside to answer.

Seeing Murong Che come out, his subordinates knelt on the ground guiltily.

"Holy Lord, that man has run away!"

Murong Che raised his hand and said "shhhhh

Back in the palace, he pulled out a wooden plaque he had found in An Miao's room.

"Find out who this belongs to."

I hope it's not what he imagined, he really can't be reluctant to touch An Miao's girl.

There is a single word "Chen" on the wooden plaque, "Chen" is the name of the previous dynasty, how can there be anything left in the house of An Miao......

An Miao lay on the hard bed all night, and the next day she woke up as uncomfortable as if she were falling apart.

She was worried about the three immortal grasses, and before dawn she came to the backyard to pick all the branches and leaves.

Grinding the flowers and leaves of the undead grass into ointment and applying it to the wound can have the miraculous effect of transforming bones and muscles.

It's a pity that the production process is very complicated, and the three undead plants only make a piece of ointment the size of a fingernail.

Just as she put the porcelain bottle containing the ointment into her purse, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

An Miao's ears moved slightly, and she quickly hid all the pharmaceutical tools under the bed.

At the same moment, a beautiful girl in a pale green maid dress pushed the door and walked in.

"There was someone from the palace, and I was stopped in the main hall by the eldest lady."

She looks very skilled, and obviously she has helped An Miao to ventilate the news.

An Miao stared at the suddenly appearing figure, and a memory about her appeared in her head.

It turned out that this person's name was Cuilian, and she was sent by the mysterious organization to assist her in assassinating Murong Che.

Don't look at Cuilian's identity as a maid now, but in private, the shelf is bigger than An Miao.

An Miao followed the posture of the original owner and respectfully welcomed Cuilian to the table.

"Palace...... What's the matter? ”

She carefully poured a glass of water for Cuilian, although she knew that the matter was related to herself, she still had to pretend to be stupid.

Cuilian looked at An Miao's wretched look and was full of jealousy, she really couldn't understand how worse she was than An Miao's straw bag, why the lord would rather trust An Miao than give her the task!

She pursed her lips unwillingly, her tone full of meanness,

"Murong Che sent someone to take you into the palace."

An Miao's eyes rolled, and she said in her heart.

This matter can't be mixed up by the eldest lady, she has to enter the palace smoothly!

Thinking like this, she quickly changed into clean clothes, and then instructed Cuilian,

"I'll enter the palace now, and you will answer me outside."

"Hmph, it depends on whether you have that ability."

Cuilian muttered at An Miao's fading back, thinking that An Miao was usually a good sister begging her, so she was willing to help An Miao get rid of the eldest lady.

Last night, An Miao just entered the palace and became arrogant, she wanted to see how An Miao's wretch could beat the old fox of the eldest lady without her own help.

But I don't want to, I'm going to disappoint Cuilian this time.

An Miao hurried to the main hall and saw that the eldest lady was still entangled with the cronies sent by Murong Che.

Before he could get closer, he heard the eldest lady talking about herself with her cronies.

"Gonggong Song, you also have to understand my difficulties, Miao'er has felt the wind and cold since she came back last night, although she is not my own flesh and blood, she is also my heart, why don't you wait for her to get better and then arrange to enter the palace."

The eldest lady said that she was still showing off her face and pretending to cry, presumably An Yan's drama essence followed her!

An Miao only felt a chill in her heart, and then walked up to the eldest lady.

The eldest lady was obviously shocked for a moment when she saw An Miao's expression, and she couldn't guess how An Miao got the news.

"Yo, the second miss's wind chill is really fast."

Gonggong Song laughed out loud when he saw An Miao, and then turned his head to look at the eldest lady with a smile.

The eldest lady was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she could only glance at An Miao fiercely behind her back.

An Miao pretended not to see it, and bowed respectfully at the little eunuch in front of her, who looked inferior to herself.

"Isn't it that as soon as I heard that the emperor wanted me to enter the palace, I was cured of my illness."

She doesn't demolish the eldest lady, but it is even more uncomfortable than debunking.

Seeing that the eldest lady's face turned green, An Miao was very happy.

"That's really a big joy for everyone, come on, since the second lady is sick, let's enter the palace with the slave."

As soon as Gonggong Song raised his arm as he spoke, he was about to help An Miao get onto the sedan chair.

Seeing this, the eldest lady was willing, and hurriedly chased out.

Hearing the call behind her, An Miao turned around and glanced at the eldest lady coldly.

The eldest lady had never seen such a coercive gaze, and she froze in place in fright for a while.

When she came back to her senses, An Miao was already sitting in a sedan chair and staggering towards the palace.

This is the first time An Miao has sat in a sedan chair, and I think it's very fun.

She opened the sedan curtain curiously, but she didn't want to see the scenery on the street, but saw the baby face of Father-in-law Song.

"It's windy outside, don't blow the second lady's face."

Gonggong Song looked at An Miao with a smile and softly advised her to put down the curtain.

He was obviously laughing, but the sense of crisis it brought to An Miao was no less than that of the killer last night.

She obediently lowered the curtain, but her heart sank.

The sixth sense told her that this act was more than lucky.

I don't know if Murong Che was unintentional or deliberate, but he arranged An Miao in the room where the two of them lingered all night last night.

Looking at the neat bed, An Miao felt bored in her heart.

She didn't stay for a while, and Murong Che walked in wearing a dragon robe.

"Are you, just from the court?"

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Murong Che, she didn't expect him to be in such a hurry.

Murong Che nodded and took off his clothes in front of her.

An Miao's face turned red suddenly, and she quickly turned her head.

Murong Che chuckled lightly when he saw this, and began to be serious again.

"You've seen the appearance of being lonely without clothes, what else is there to be shy about."

"If you say more, I'll open the window so that everyone outside can see you!"

An Miao thought to herself that she had seen a dead corpse without clothes, could it be the same.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Murong Che looked at An Miao's back with a serious expression, his eyes mixed with faint temptation.