Jiang Huan wanted to say something, but it was obvious that Ling Chen was like this, so he didn't say more, but said: "Lord, before we bring down An Xian, we must be fully prepared, and we must ensure that we will be killed with one blow." So, let's think of a complete solution first. ”

"What Ah Huan said is very true." Ling Chen said, stood up, stuffed the notebook into his arms, and said again, "This matter will be left to you to be fully responsible, there is still something to do, just leave first, goodbye!" ”

Ling Chen said that, and left without looking back, leaving only Jiang Huan, who was standing in place, with a blinded face.

？？？

Why am I doing it again, and why am I mentioning this again.

Jiang Huan slapped his face and resigned himself to returning to the table to think about the plan.

A few days later, Ling Chen's birthday arrived, and the entire palace was plunged into a jubilant atmosphere.

The palace people in the palace got up early in the morning to arrange, and the windward hall was covered with red silk, and as soon as they entered the palace, they would be blinded by the dazzling red light. The other halls are also hung with red silk, but less than the windward hall, but you can also see the joyful atmosphere. Of course, this premise is to ignore the glaring red and green.

Windward Temple.

Ling Chen is a king, and because he has to deal with political affairs, he usually gets up early. But this is his birthday, and he doesn't need to get up so early, so the eunuch who served in the palace deliberately called him a little late.

But it was only a little late, but it wasn't too late. Ten minutes later, Ling Chen was pulled up by a group of people from the wind.

They fetched water, made towels and made towels, and those who gargled cups took mouthwashes, and the whole temple was busy inside and outside. After Ling Chen washed his face and combed his hair, he waited for Ling Chen to change into a heavy golden court robe.

"Lord, you first rest here for about ten minutes, and when those worshipping officials come, their subordinates are calling you." Wind Channel.

"Hmm." Ling Chen half-squinted his eyes and waved his hand at the wind, "You guys go down first." ”

"Yes." Seeing Ling Chen like this, Brushing Wind knew that he was still sleepy and wanted to sleep a little longer, so he agreed.

Ling Chen's condition on the other side of the Windward Hall was not good, and Jiang Huan's condition on the Wutong Residence side was naturally not much better. On the Lord's birthday, everyone should go to the Windward Hall to worship as a sign of loyalty. Jiang Huan, naturally, is no exception.

Jiang Huan usually gets up by himself and doesn't need to be called by others. But this is Ling Chen's birthday, and the wind specially reminded Qianying last night to wake up Jiang Huan earlier than usual, put on court clothes to worship, and after worshipping, change into the usual civilian clothes to participate in the Qianqiu banquet. But because Jiang Huan usually gets up without being called, although Qianying agreed to the wind at that time, she didn't take things to heart.

But if you don't pay attention to it at this time, it doesn't mean that you won't pay attention to it at the next time.

When the time for the wind to come up, Chikage went to his room. I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it. The son of their family, who had always been self-disciplined, slept so much that he didn't respond no matter how he screamed, which frightened Chikage.

He grabbed the three remnants who were still sleeping in his room, pulled them to the main courtyard, and the four of them joined forces to find a way.

Their ultimate goal is to force the dead man to get out of bed.

Under half an hour of "persecution", Jiang Huan finally woke up. He looked at the crowd around him, his eyebrows twitching. After a long time, I held back a sentence.

"What are you doing here? Watching the monkeys en masse? ”

"Childe, you are so handsome and handsome, how can you be a monkey." Chikage said, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

God knows what happened to their son-in-law, and after half an hour, they were exhausted, thinking that he would sleep until he was going to be late. Who knows, he, he actually woke up.

Chikage wanted to slap himself a few times at the moment.

Let him have nothing to do, let him eat enough to go to others to help, and let him take people to watch so closely when he thinks his son can't wake up.

"Even if Childe is a monkey, he is the cutest monkey." Ziyu didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly such a sentence came out.

The cutest ... Monkey?

Is this praising him or scolding him?

The corners of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ziyu speechlessly. Well, it's speechless, not blame. But Chikage still saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly came out to play a round.

"Childe, yesterday the wind told me that today the Lord has a thousand autumn banquets, and all the ministers should get up earlier than usual to wear court clothes and enter the Windward Hall to pay a visit, and the subordinates will serve you to wash and change your clothes, right?"

"No, I have my own hands, and I will change them." Jiang Huan looked at Qianying meaningfully. Then, he drove them away.

"It's finally clean." Jiang Huan closed the door, bolted it, and went to the inner room to change clothes.

It didn't take long to change it.

Who knew that at this moment, Su Qibai yawned and walked out of Jiang Huan's body.

"Human beings are so troublesome, it's just a birthday, and everyone gets up so early. Really, serve. ”

"The troublesome master who is about to stir up the people on your birthday is the sword soul you used to have, that is, Mo Bai. Or rather, it should be Ling Chen. ”

Su Qibai found that Jiang Huan could always easily make him speechless, so that's it, but he couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to refute it, so he had to let him say it.

After a few minutes, a topic came to mind.

"Has Ling Chen asked you to write the plan, what are you going to do?"

"Alright." Jiang Huan sorted out the clothes on his body, "If nothing else, today is the day An Xian's burial." ”

"It's not a small tone." Su Qibai sneered, "Then I'll see if you have that ability." Where's the proposal? ”

Jiang Huan always has the habit of making plans when he does big things, and the plan is written with various possibilities, methods after failure, and so on in case of emergency.

Su Qibai has also seen most of these things. He didn't give any comments on his plan, nor did he say whether he liked it or not, but threw it away after reading it.

"On the table, take it yourself." Jiang Huan knew the virtues of the people around him, and he didn't hide it, but pointed in a direction casually.

"Oh." Su Qibai was used to Jiang Huan's attitude, and he didn't care too much, so he floated to the desk and picked up the plan. He frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal, and turned to Jiang Huan with a smile.

"Well done."

"It's really rare." Jiang Huan hooked his lips playfully, "Since you will praise me for doing a good job." ”

"I'm just seeking truth from facts, not complimenting you." Su Qibai said, putting things back in their place.

"Alright, let's go." Su Qibai said, and once again floated into Jiang Huan's body.

Then, Jiang Huan opened the door.

"Mu Ling, let's go together."

(End of chapter)