Ling Kun hung on Zhu Zixiao's back window, thinking crankily and bored, and just wanted to lie back on the roof again, when he suddenly heard a "squeak" of the door, and Zhu Guilun, the housekeeper of the Zhu Mansion, broke in in and knelt by the door with a pop.

"Zhu Guilun, what are you doing here?" Zhu Zixiao asked suspiciously.

"Master, the emperor...... Emperor....... ”

"What's wrong with the emperor?" Zhu Zixiao asked.

"The emperor has arrived." Zhu Guilun trembled and barely said a complete sentence.

Zhu Zixiao was shocked and asked, "Where is it?" He walked out with a smile.

Ling Kun was also shocked by five thunders on the roof, stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, it didn't take much effort to get it, and the mysterious Emperor of Shu actually took the initiative to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Before Zhu Zixiao walked out of the door, Wang Liguo had already come in laughing. Zhu Zixiao knelt down on the spot and bowed: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

"Prime Minister excuse me, I'm in a panic in the palace, just come out for a walk, and take a look at you by the way." Wang Liguo is in his early 20s, dressed as an ordinary scribe, shaking a folding fan in his hand, with an easy-going expression, without the slightest imperial spirit.

"We're thanking you." Zhu Zixiao kowtowed and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't leave the palace, now that it is the time of the fierce battle between Song and Shu, it is very dangerous for you to do this." ”

Wang Liguo waved his hand and said: "It's okay, Song Shu won't fight in Chengdu, and besides, with my Zijin 24 guards, there are thousands of troops and horses, and I don't want to hurt me." ”

Zhu Zixiao looked out the door, and sure enough, he saw the Zijin 24 Wei wearing an iron mask, and he was a little relieved.

Wang Liguo turned to Zhu Zixiao's desk, picked up a fold with the handle of the fan, and sighed: "Old Zhu, it's really hard for you, I can't read these boring things day and night, but I can't read a big word." ”

Zhu Zixiao bowed down and said: "It is a blessing for Weichen to share his worries for His Majesty. ”

"The Prime Minister governs the country and does his best, I have you like Liu Bei and Kong Ming." Wang Liguo said: "By the way, if the prime minister has any difficulties, just mention it to me." ”

"No, no, Your Majesty, as long as the treasury is abundant, Weichen is the best prime minister in the world." Zhu Zixiao hurriedly replied.

"Hahaha, don't worry about the money, let it go." Wang Liguo said with a laugh.

"However, Weichen is worried that once the emperor's money runs out, it will ...... in the future."

"Lao Zhu, you are worried

I can't spend all the money that is superfluous. Wang Liguo interrupted.

"Yes, then Weichen will be relieved."

"Come on, I won't bother you on errands, take advantage of the night, I'll walk again, hey, it's hard for me, sometimes it's better to think about it than to be at ease when I wandered in the past." As he spoke, he had already stepped forward and stepped out of the door, but he heard a coquettish cry of "oops", it turned out that Wang Liguo and Yelu Jingying, who came to serve tea, collided together, the teacup rolled down, and the tea was poured on Yelu Jingying's chest.

Yelu Jingying panicked, and knelt on the ground with her hands on her water-soaked chest: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the slave should die." The voice was trembling and delicate, so that Wang Liguo couldn't help but look down.

Yelu Jingying's figure is already hot and eye-catching, if in the 21st century, he is definitely a supermodel-level figure, but the ancients wore conservative clothes, and they usually can't show it, but at this moment, after being drenched in water, it shows the beauty of women's bumps perfectly.

Wang Liguo was stunned, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to hold up Yelu's crystal face, and what he saw was a beautiful and beautiful face, coupled with a panicked, shy and timid expression and a slightly heavy breathing because of nervousness and fear, which made Wang Liguo even more uneasy.

Not to mention Wang Liguo, even Ling Kun on the roof felt his legs and feet soft. Will this woman be shy, will she be nervous, of course not, she must be acting. But this acting skill is too good, so in the future generations, those actresses should really be ashamed to death.

Those who can act are not necessarily sluts, sluts must be able to act.

Wang Liguo swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, helped Yelu Jingying up and said, "It's okay, it's okay, get up, are there any burns." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Yelu Jingying's water-soaked clothes.

"Ah...... No....... Yelu Jingying exclaimed again, and her voice was soft and trembling, like a bowstring that had been pulled.

Oops, this woman, I really can't stand it. Ling Kun's toes hanging on the eaves were weak and he was about to fall down, so he had to stretch out his hand to grab the eaves and take two deep breaths secretly.

And Wang Liguo in front of Yelu Jingying couldn't stand it even more, turned around and turned back, sat in front of Zhu Zixiao's desk and didn't leave, pointed at Yelu Jingying and asked: "This girl is a little interesting, is it the maid in your house?" ”

Zhu Zixiao hurriedly knelt down and said: "The emperor atoned for his sins, this girl just arrived at the mansion, she didn't understand the rules, she collided with the holy car, and she deserved death." Ying'er, quickly kneel down and ask the emperor for guilt. ”

Yelu Jingying panicked

Zhang Zhang knelt down, pretending to be very scared, and said tremblingly: "The slave maid Ying'er didn't know that the emperor had arrived, and she deserved death." Because of fear, his voice trembled even more, but it was this tremor that made Wang Liguo even more unstoppable.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ying'er, what's her full name, where is your family?" Wang Liguo said with a smile.

"Slave Yan Ying'er, a suburb of Chengdu." Jerry replied.

"Okay, okay." Wang Liguo applauded again and again: "You are very well-behaved, I like it very much, why don't you go into the palace and serve me?" ”

Yelu Jingying was stunned on the spot, her pretty face was instantly charming, she was at a loss, she was open and her eyes were bright, and she looked at her master Zhu Zixiao with pitiful eyes.

Wang Liguo glanced at Zhu Zixiao and said, "Why, the prime minister won't be reluctant to even give up a maid, right?" ”

Zhu Zixiao was taken aback, kowtowed, and said: "Your Majesty, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, as long as Your Majesty does not dislike it, it is the honor of the Zhu Mansion." ”

"Okay, worthy of being the prime minister, prepare a sedan chair, and carry me back to the palace now." Wang Liguo was impatient.

"Your Majesty can't." The purple gold chief guard outside the door stepped forward and said: "This woman's identity is unknown, she can't enter the palace rashly, I'm afraid it will be bad for Your Majesty." ”

"What's the matter, is that up to you?" Wang Liguo shouted: "What identity, what danger, that's your business." ”

The Purple Gold Shouwei was speechless, but he didn't retreat, and a cold gaze shot out from behind the iron mask.

Zhu Zixiao knew that this Zijinwei was mysterious and abnormal, and even the emperor gave up a few points, so he hurriedly said: "Lord Shouwei, don't worry, this child is the child of a peasant girl near Chengdu, and his ancestors have a relationship with Zhu Guilun's family, so he is just a maid." ”

Zijin Shouwei pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, since it is a person from the Prime Minister's Mansion, it is guaranteed." He stepped aside.

Zhu Guilun hurriedly found Zhu Zixiao's eight-lift sedan chair, Wang Liguo pulled Yelu Jingying directly into the sedan chair, and went out of the house under the protection of Zijinwei.

After everyone dispersed, Ling Kun lay on the roof and took a few deep breaths, rested for a while, and then returned to the inn.

Originally, it was still early at this time, but Ling Kun didn't wake up Zhao Mingyue to chat, but went straight back to his room to sleep, today he felt so tired, tired.

This night, Ling Kun actually lost his dream, leaving thousands of horses galloping and hearty, but do you know what dreams he had?