After tidying up, I went to the clean room to go to the toilet.

Hungry and about to doubt his life, he struggled to maintain his image and sat in the flower hall waiting for Wang Yisi.

In fact, a quarter of an hour ago, when Sino was still cleaning up, there was already a maid to inform Wang Yisi.

Of course, Sino didn't wait long, and she only sat down for less than three minutes.

There was a famine in the stomach, and I felt that life was like a year.

The midday dessert is not yet ready, and I have to wait an hour for lunch.

Wang Yisi walked to the door, and found that the first person to please was already sitting and waiting for him.

Comparing the heart to the heart, Wang Yisi mentioned the heart.

I changed myself, someone asked to see me, and I had to wait for myself.

What will happen to her?

Mentally prepared to bow low and be small, Wang Yisi was full of smiles and a more humble tone.

"I'm sorry to keep my sister waiting, it's my sister."

"It's okay!"

Actually, Sino really doesn't mind this matter, it's not a big deal in itself, not to mention that when it comes to tools, at least tolerance must be there.

Two people with their own ghosts met as they wished, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer, and they got along quite harmoniously.

Of course, it should be used, and the boat of friendship should be capsized and overturned.

The plastic flower sisters were sticky all afternoon, and they didn't end up parting until they went to bed.

That night, both of them were extremely satisfied with today's harvest.

Sino felt happy from her soul at this time, not to mention the help she received from a gift box of Jiangcheng pastries today, and it was not in vain that she spent most of her time cultivating feelings with tools.

After chatting for a while, under the pretext of wanting to observe Wang Yisi's Mobao, I finally knew a few words, and I also knew how to hold a pen and write.

Once the gate is opened, the rest are captured.

If you want to come to the Wang family, you have not paid much attention to Wang Yisi, she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but now she is cheaper.

Like a water-starved sponge falling into the ocean, it desperately sucks up water, and the knowledge learned in your hands will always follow you.

watched the observation clips recorded by Zhi Brain over and over again, and now I just have to find an opportunity to practice.

Life is difficult, Xiyi doesn't know when she will return, and now only learning can make her relax.

Learn a skill or two, and return to the Federation is considered a skill.

I heard that those ladies in the moat gate are very fond of embroidery, and some retired bigwigs seem to like to collect calligraphy and paintings.

It's a pity that Wang sent someone to inform her this afternoon that he would take her to the most prestigious Lingyin Temple in Kyoto City to worship Buddha tomorrow.

Is the road of teaching, which has just begun, about to be interrupted?

Tomorrow, she has to bring Wang Yisi with her, after all, she is not only a teacher, but also a witness to her fall and amnesia.

And Wang Yisi's side, not to mention how frustrated Pear Blossom was, actually let Wang Yisi smoothly catch Sino's line under his nose, so he was in self-reflection.

At this moment, Wang Yisi felt that he had successfully won Sino's favor and could borrow the east wind from now on.

At the same time, after an afternoon of talent show, she finally found satisfaction in Sino's attentive gaze.

If you want to be able to focus on the first talented woman in Kyoto City, her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting must not be bad, and she may be better than the first talented woman.

Otherwise, why didn't my cousin, who loved to learn from others, show his hands or two today?

Maybe I was struck by my wonderful skills.

However, now that I have just cultivated some feelings, my cousin will go out tomorrow, which is a pity.

As soon as the first step was taken, it was forced to stop.

Just as Wang Yisi was thinking about how to persuade Sino to bring her with him tomorrow, Wang Yiting's eldest maid Nanyi sent her good news.

After dinner, someone from Wang's side informed her that she and Wang Yiting would go to Lingyin Temple with her tomorrow.

At that time, she was on Sino's side, so she didn't receive the notification in time, and this was also the Wang family's decision to add the Wang sisters after sending a maid to inform Sino.

So, Wang Yisi happily flew like a flower butterfly, and watched with great interest as the maid packed up her clothes.

As for Sino, he had already fallen into a deep sleep at this time, so he could be regarded as highly refined and mentally exhausted today.

Luggage or something, the maids packed up early.

And at this moment in the Jade Courtyard, the Wang family is instructing his personal maid to pay attention to the trip to Lingyin Temple.

Explain everything that may happen, and don't deliberately stop anything without threatening Sino's safety and reputation.

Later, after thinking about it, he added another sentence, and at the same time, he also wanted to ensure that Wang Yiting's reputation was not implicated.

After all, Wang Yisi has an aunt who was born in a thin horse, who knows if she will teach some shameless tricks!

Tomorrow he said that he was going to worship the Buddha, but in fact, he looked at Zhou Yu, the eldest son of Mrs. Zhou's family.

Of course, at this time, they only met and exchanged a few words in the skin of a chance encounter.

In Wang's eyes, Wang Yisi is a touchstone and a whetstone.

Therefore, she did not plan to let the girls in the house wade into this troubled water together.

brought Wang Yiting to teach her, on the one hand, to teach her, and on the other hand, to assess whether she was worthy of being treated sincerely.

However, this trip to Lingyin Temple is mainly for her daughter.

One of the things that your daughter needs to be knowledgeable is, and the second is that a man who can be hooked away is not a good thing.

Moreover, even if it is not hooked, but designed, it only proves that there is a problem with the ability.

Wang thought about it for a long time, and finally made a decision that might hit his daughter, so the maids would notify them in batches.

……

On the other side of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Meng Zhiyuan looked at the man who was still unconscious in the dungeon, feeling deeply angry and powerless, he was still too weak.

After investigating for a day, there is no clue, this person is worthless, and life is a waste of food.

The doctor said that this person was infected with a poison called Drunken Smoke, although this poison is not ruthless, although it is not fatal to the poisoner, but it will be in a coma for a month.

If the dosage is shallow, he can also detoxify.

But this person has no solution, and it is estimated that he has overdosed.

If you don't take proper care, you will die within three days, and even if you take care of it properly, you will be asleep for the rest of your life.

Of course, this is not the reason for Meng Zhiyuan's anger.

He just thought out of his mind, he politely refused the kindness of King Cheng that day, and someone put a poisoned and disheveled man in front of the door of his study that night, what did this mean?

In addition, if he slept in his wife's room that night, if he found the man unconscious outside the door the next day, wouldn't this indirectly harm his wife?

How important is a woman's reputation, is Cheng Wang so vicious?

After all, he has never offended anyone after being an official for so many years.

This pot was dumped to King Cheng by chance, and it also made Meng Zhiyuan have a confrontational psychology against King Cheng.

……

It's night, an inconspicuous mansion in Kyoto City, but it's a gathering place for the No. 1 killer organization known for its ruthlessness.

"Did the Seven come back to report?"

The legendary charming subwoofer male voice comes from a man in black with a silver mask.

"Tell the landlord that No. 7 received the order from his subordinates last night and left after he left again." Another man in black in the room who appeared like a shadow said.

"Let's go down!" The masked man waved his hand, and the shadow man exited the door.

The masked man looked at the burning candle, the wax oil falling down like teardrops, and the candle became smaller and smaller.

"Can we really only exist like fire and candles?" The masked man's eyes were muttering to himself, perhaps remembering something unpleasant, and as soon as the wind came out, the candles were extinguished, and everything returned to darkness.