Fuchen's appearance is weird, and he has attracted a melancholy night of Nanyan, and his mood has improved a lot.

Fuchen looked at Nanyan's dark circles, hid his distress, and said with a smile:

"Master, the master wrote that if you have the idea of leaving the palace, let the maid give this to you."

As the words fell, she pulled out a human skin mask from her bosom.

Light and soft, it is very different from her complexion.

"What is this?"

Nanyan's doubts were quickly answered by Fuchen, and she directly smeared the mask with a special liquid on her face.

Even Nanyan himself thought he was looking in the mirror.

Her look of surprise was quickly replaced by joy.

At night, almost all of them were replaced by Ah Fu's two sons, and Yishan just went to the study in the morning and wanted to knock on the door to ask if Nanyan was up, so she pulled him in.

When Nanyan finished asking her to replace herself, Yishan felt the urge to cry.

But Nanyan didn't give her a chance to think about it at all, and after a few simple explanations, she directly asked Yuan Bai to carry the comb cloud on her back and quietly left.

It was dark, Fuchen sneaked to the study, looked at the 'Nanyan' with a bitter face, and apologously avoided a little.

The New Year is approaching, and the road is full of people who are in a hurry to go home for the New Year, so Nanyan's carriage does not seem abrupt.

Finally, half a month after she and Yuan Bai drove overnight, they met with the Ethereal Daoist in an inn in Lingyuan City.

The two of them, who had not washed all the time, looked very greasy.

If it weren't for the silver to cover their faces, the shopkeepers would have kicked them out.

After handing over the comb cloud to the ethereal Taoist, Nanyan and Yuanbai went to take a bath first.

Because they know that they are not only greasy, but also smelly.

After the rejuvenated two arrived at the room of Comb Cloud, the Ethereal Daoist had already tied Comb Cloud into a hedgehog.

It was a full hour before he received the needle.

Nanyan personally poured him a cup of tea:

"Senior, what's wrong?"

The ethereal Taoist pretended to be deep:

"Alas......"

Nanyan's face changed directly:

"Are we late?"

Seeing the red appearance of her eyes, the ethereal Taoist hurriedly shook his head:

"No, no, no, the old man just wants to say that if you don't come to make peace with me, the situation in Comb Cloud won't get worse."

Nanyan was stunned for a moment, but his heart returned to where he should be, not caring at all, and the act of death of the ethereal Taoist.

Yuan Bai didn't have a good image of the ethereal Taoist, because the first time they met, he was beaten by him and his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Originally, they were all gearing up to fight, but they didn't expect Nanyan to give orders.

The resentment in his eyes was fully seen by the ethereal Taoist, and he couldn't help but rush to the cold.

Xindao, what kind of master raises what soldiers!

"Then can we go back to Beijing now?"

Throwing everything directly to Yishan, Nanyan is still guilty.

But the ethereal Taoist said:

"No, after the needle is dropped, she should not move, it is best to give the old man a quiet place and concentrate on treating her."

Nanyan was stunned, and after thinking for a while, Nanyan said:

"I'll go find a place, and I'll ask you to stay with her first."

Before the ethereal head was lit, Nanyan left.

Yuan Bai glanced at him and left with a cold snort.

In the Taishou Mansion, Zhang Hexuan was in a daze at the portrait of Nanyan.

This is what he has been doing for most of the day for nearly a year.

Therefore, the people who served him in the house were much idle.

As soon as he began to be in a daze, the servants gathered in the small kitchen to make a fire.

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