"The slave and maid only ask for family reunion, if the prince is useful to the slave and maid, the slave and maid must bow to death for the prince!"

After speaking, Zhishu swallowed his head again.

An Jisheng didn't make his own decision, but asked Jing Mingyun:

"What does Mr. Jing think?"

Jing Mingyun asked about his system, and the person kneeling there was indeed that Yan Zhishu, who did not have a system on her, but a remnant soul whose breath was very similar to that of the "main god".

And he found an interesting thing, Yan Zhishu didn't seem to recognize himself anymore, and his temperament was not as arrogant as before.

He shook the feather fan in his hand and said to An Yusheng:

"Lord Wang, according to the grass people, it is better to be a palace maid in front of the palace when the time comes, so that she can not only help you in time when you need it, but also allow you to take good care of her."

"Hahahaha, okay, it's worthy of Mr. Jing, Zhishu, are you satisfied with Mr. Jing's arrangement?"

Zhishu wants to complain a little bit about the courage of these two people, the emperor and the crown prince are still alive, they are not afraid that the wall will have ears to spread to that ear and lose their heads?

"The slave doesn't dare to object."

"Well, the king hasn't asked you how you got back from there, huh?"

Zhishu glanced at Jing Mingyun, made a draft in his heart and said:

"Back to the prince, it was the slave who begged Mr. Jing to bring the slave and the maid back, Dali Siqing seems to be the prince and your person, and when he saw that the slave and the maid knew Mr. Jing, he didn't pay attention to the slave and the maid."

An Jisheng walked up to Jing Mingyun excitedly.

"Mr. Jing, is this true?"

Jing Mingyun looked at An Jisheng, who was so happy, and hid the disdain in his eyes well, made a compilation with both hands, and said to An Jisheng respectfully:

"Yes, Dali Siqing owes the grass people a life, so he is willing to follow the grass people to serve you, the prince."

An Jisheng hurriedly helped Jing Mingyu:

"Mr. Jing has done this for this king, and he has nothing to ask for, which really makes this king grateful......"

"The prince doesn't need to be like this, the grass people just obey the will of heaven, and when the prince walks into that position, the mission of the grass people will end, and after that, the grass people have their own destiny, and the prince doesn't need to mind."

"If the prince has nothing else to do, it is better to rest well and lay the foundation for tomorrow's major events."

"What Mr. Jing said is that this king is going to recharge his energy for tomorrow's big events."

"The grass people are retiring."

"The slave and maid are gone."

"Well, let's go down."

Zhishu and Jing Mingyun went out of Molanyuan together, but the two who were supposed to walk separately here walked to the backyard together, Zhishu didn't dare to mess with Jing Mingyun, she was going to leave this world soon, and holding her life before that was the top priority.

"I didn't expect that the rumored arrogant and domineering, good male ** Yan Ruyu is actually a daughter, if those old guys knew, they would be very distressed."

Zhishu looked at Jing Mingyun, who was suddenly in front of her, and said these inexplicable words, and her head began to hurt again.

Zhishu endures the pain:

"Mr. Jing, what are you talking about, the slave doesn't know very well."

Jing Mingyun took the feather fan and patted Zhishu's head:

"Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is in ashes. You said that this word for writing Zhou Yu is the most suitable for me, Zhishu, the person you should be careful with is Mei Fengzhi. ”

Zhishu was dizzy by the broken images that kept popping up in his mind:

"You...... Who is it? ”

After finishing speaking, Zhishu fainted, Jing Mingyun caught Zhishu and held her on his shoulder.

"How can you forget me? I'm your arch-enemy. ”