Jiang Huan's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of tremor in his tone, "Why is it so fast..."

"I don't know." Su Qibai shook his head, and then looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, "I don't know why, I've been having nightmares for a while now, every time I dream, I dream of my previous house, and the people in the house, dreaming that they were all pressed into the execution ground, and then lost their lives, whether innocent or not, no one is an exception." For the sake of those innocent lives, I must quickly restore my mana, and your matter must also be resolved as soon as possible. ”

"I see." Jiang Huan coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment, "Forget about today's matter, you can't do it again next time, otherwise I won't be able to compensate for a thousand lives." ”

"Thank you." Su Qibai smiled gratefully, "This is the first time and the last time, and it won't be like this again next time." ”

"Then I'll be hard to believe you." Jiang Huan said, "It's still early, I'll rest for a while, and I'll be making the basket you poked in the afternoon." ”

Although Su Qibai was not very comfortable with the statement that Jiang Huan had stabbed the basket in his mouth, he also knew that he would do this without Jiang Huan's consent, and he would agree to help him clean up the mess, which was already the biggest concession. After thinking about it, Su Qibai didn't say anything, returned to Jiang Huan's body, and then Jiang Huan went to bed to rest.

An hour later, Jiang Huan woke up, he half-squinted, walked to the side of the cabinet, changed into a crescent white dress, left Wutong Residence, and went to the Windward Palace.

Ling Chen was so nervous that he didn't even take a nap because he had to deal with An Xian's affairs today, so he sat on a stool and waited for Jiang Huan to arrive.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Huan arrived, and he bowed his hand towards Ling Chen:

"I've seen the Lord."

"Get up." Ling Chen waved his hand, "Since you have already come, then Gu will give An Xian an order now, let him enter the palace immediately." ”

"Yes." Jiang Huan said and sat down on the stool. Ling Chen saw Jiang Huan sitting, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile of nothingness.

"Wind!" The words landed, and the wind walked in through the door, "The subordinates are here." ”

"Hurricane, you go to Taifu An's Mansion and invite Taifu An over. If he asks you something, just say that Lone recently got a very rare painting, and I hope he can come and taste it. ”

There was nothing wrong with Ling Chen's reason. After all, he is a king, and since he was a child, he has learned archery, horseback riding, painting, and reading, and has collected many famous paintings in his study.

And Ling Chen likes to paint, and An Xian likes it too.

I remember that once An Xian came to the imperial study to report something, and at a glance he took a fancy to a treasure painted by a famous Yue artist in the study, and bluntly asked Ling Chen for it.

And Ling Chen liked the painting so much that he didn't give it to him.

An Xian was very unhappy when he saw that Ling Chen didn't give it, but because of his identity, he didn't say it, but returned to his house with a cold face.

Thinking of what he looked like at that time, Ling Chen felt sick.

I don't want to think about what I have, since I dare to dictate to him. That's it, and you still have a cold face to him!

Relying on the fact that he is a major minister of the first dynasty, can't he touch him?

Have one's head in the clouds!

Ling Chen clenched his fists, then let go.

Forget it, it's not about thinking about this now, I don't want to think about it, I still want to use this method to get people into the palace, will An Xian be suspicious.

"Probably not..."Ling Chen glanced at Jiang Huan and muttered to himself.

After all, the reason why he called An Xian over to the wind was that he had obtained a famous rare painting and wanted to invite him to taste it, and he didn't say that he would give it to him.

An Xian, you shouldn't doubt it, right?

Ling Chen didn't know what was wrong, and he was entangled in whether An Xian would suspect this.

The wind looked at the tangled master, and was very aggrieved.

You want to be entangled and slowly entangled, but before you get tangled, can you tell me first, what the hell am I, do you want to go? As a last resort, he could only look at Jiang Huan with a look of help.

The eyes of the wind were too good to arouse other people's desire to protect, which made Jiang Huan, who didn't want to open his mouth when Ling Chen was entangled, to open his mouth.

"Well, Lord, the wind is still kneeling there. Look, don't you want him to get up first? ”

Jiang Huan said that, he gently touched Ling Chen with his elbow, signaling him to hurry back to his senses.

Ling Chen was touched by Jiang Huan and woke up from his past memories, he looked at the wind kneeling on the ground, and said, "Don't kneel, go out and do something."

The wind got permission and flew away, rejoicing that he finally didn't have to kneel anymore, and his leg had to be useless when he knelt.

He took Ling Chen's token, left the palace smoothly, and soon arrived at Anfu.

The gatekeeper of Anfu didn't know the wind, so he confirmed that he knew the token in the wind's hand, and flew to report to An Xian.

The main house.

An Xian was instructing Sun Nan and the other secret guards to do things, and when he saw the doorkeeper hurriedly breaking in, he was very unhappy in his heart. I was about to reprimand a few words in front of a few of their secret guards, and I was just my own majesty. But before he could speak, he heard the little servant say, "Master, the palace sent it."

Ling Chen sent someone?

An Xian was taken aback, and then said, "Who is here?" But the one who usually comes to the house to announce the decree? ”

"It's not." The little servant said, "It's a guard dressed up." ”

Hearing this, An Xian instantly understood who this "guest" was.

That hurricane is about the same age as the child sitting in the palace!

An Xian looked down on Ling Chen, and naturally he also looked down on the wind that was his attendant. But if you look down on it, you will look down on it, and you still have to do superficial work.

An Xian thought about this and said, "Go and invite him in." ”

"Yes."

The little servant was instructed, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he returned to the door and respectfully invited the wind in.

The wind was not polite, and walked to the main courtyard with him. He smiled and bowed his hand to An Xian, "I've seen Lord An." ”

"Boy Wind, please." An Xian smiled hypocritically and made a gesture to help the person up, "I don't know what the so-called Son's arrival is?" ”

"The Lord has got a very beautiful calligraphy and painting, and I want to invite you to the palace to taste it." The wind said fluently.

"Calligraphy and painting?" An Xian is a fan of calligraphy and painting, and his favorite is calligraphy and painting, and when he heard what the wind said, his eyes lit up.

"What kind of calligraphy and painting?"

"This." Hurricane pretended to be entangled and said, "Lord An, my subordinate is just an attendant, and he doesn't know how to write and paint. What should I say when you ask? ”

"Tell me so." Ahn Hyun said.

Seeing An Xian say this, the wind did not hesitate, but said, "That's a landscape map, and there is an old man fishing on it." ”

(End of chapter)