The next day, Chu Xingnan arrived as promised.

Chu Xingnan, who had won the victory again, sat calmly in the veil tent of the dream immortal.

After Mengxian said that he didn't want to pay attention to him, he was not annoyed, but just drank tea leisurely on the side. There was a ride that teased this awkward guy, and he was annoyed, and Mengxian simply sued him, and ran away without a trace, leaving him there.

So, in Chu Xingnan, he won seven consecutive days of victory without any suspense, and reported to her almost every day. At first, she teased her with some gossip, but then she simply asked her subordinates to send all the documents to the Nuan Yu Pavilion, and she worked in the private room where Mengxian received guests.

Mengxian was bored, holding his chin and watching him work.

"I said, 'You can't see it?' How do you correct these papers?"

"Although this king is blind, his heart and eyes are clear, and he can see clearly. Chu Xingnan didn't look up either, as if he was really staring at the document intently.

“...... Really?"

Raising his eyes to look at Mengxian's cute expression of "Although I don't understand what you said, I may have to believe it", his lips hooked up a beautiful arc.

"Fake. ”

Mengxian's little face immediately collapsed.

"The emperor is merciful, and in order to facilitate the king's handling of official duties, these documents are all imprinted with spiritual power, and the king only needs to use his divine sense to read. The little girl really couldn't help but tease as before, Chu Xingnan touched her chin and thought while explaining.

"Okay. Mengxian glanced at him and turned her head away from him. If you want her to serve this great god, don't even think about it. The second senior brother told himself that he must not leave the guests alone as before, so he simply closed his eyes and cultivated on the soft collapse. As the power operates, the pores dilate to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and a faint, sweet white plum fragrance fills the entire room.

Chu Xingnan smelled the familiar fragrance, raised his head, and couldn't help but smile again. How many years has he been looking forward to this scene? How many years has he fantasized about it? If possible, he would have hoped that time would stop at this moment, that the years would be quiet, comfortable and peaceful.

Mengxian worked hard to cultivate, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already dark. Chu Xingnan didn't know when he left, leaving only a note and a delicate food box.

She opened it curiously, and there was a delicate lotus cake inside, the color was elegant, and the smell of sweet pastries came to her face. Mengxian shook the note, glanced at the words on it, and touched a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

"The pastries in the palace are just not ordinary," she took a bite and said in surprise: "Even the fillings are exquisite tribute fruits, and he should be asked to bring more next time!"

After eating and drinking enough, Mengxian lay on the bed and raised pigs. While stretching comfortably, I sorted out the news of the past few days.

Ying'er found it, and it was in the firewood room behind the yard, buried under large bundles of firewood. When the kitchen servant went to fetch firewood, he smelled a strange smell, and only then did he find the highly decomposed female corpse. According to the second senior brother, there were no traces of struggle around, maybe she was killed here after she fainted in her sleep.