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Uncle Zhao led a group of people menacingly towards the Qiongtai Palace, several old ministers stopped and hesitated, and when they saw Uncle Zhao's fearless appearance, they also followed him on the more than 100 steps. The door of the Qiongtai Hall was closed, and the people standing at the door stretched out their hands to try to stop everyone, "The king is still sleeping." ”

Uncle Zhao glanced at the man who bowed his head, and was not afraid of his presence, and stretched out his hand to push open the closed door.

The door suddenly opened, and sunlight burst out of the black door.

Uncle Zhao subconsciously used his wide sleeve robe to cover the bright sunshine. Sangzhu stood in front of this sunshine, without powder or any ornaments, wearing plain clothes and blocking the menacing ministers with his thin body, "The king is still sleeping." Her tone was extremely brisk, without even a single tail note.

"I'm waiting for something important to begin." Uncle Zhao said.

"You said the same thing yesterday, deceiving the king to go to court is nothing more than some trivial matters." Sang Zhu looked at Uncle Zhao and said, before he saw his master, he had a pampered and arrogant taste, and he didn't put the line in front of him in his eyes at all.

Even if it is noble to the queen's father and the princes, all Shenhou can do is to stand outside the door, waiting for the reception of King Zhou when he is in a very good mood, and Uncle Zhao is just Bao Xi's uncle, Sang Zhu does not believe that he dares to do this.

"Get out of the way!" Uncle Zhao pushed Sangzhu who was blocking in front of him to the side with his sleeves, her thin body couldn't stop the strength of a man, she staggered two steps and fell to the ground, and at this moment, Twenty-seven had already run towards the dormitory with small steps, plucked up the courage to knock on the door, lowered her voice and shouted, "Niangniang? ”

Twenty-seven didn't wait for any reply, and there was still silence inside.

The minister in the middle of the court wore a black robe and walked neatly in the direction of the dormitory, like a black cloud pressing the sky, making people feel that they couldn't breathe, Twenty-seven subconsciously covered his chest, breathed heavily and looked nervously at the door of the dormitory, his forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat.

"Uncle......" The door of the dormitory was suddenly opened, and Bao Xi only stood outside the door with a white robe hanging casually, carefully closed the door, and turned to look at Uncle Zhao who was the leader.

"Where's the king!" Uncle Zhao said in a questioning tone.

"I tossed in bed last night, and now I'm naturally still sleeping!" Bao Xi's tone was so soft that it could almost melt people, and several ministers who had passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven were all soft, and they all subconsciously gritted their teeth and swallowed their saliva. Without waiting for Uncle Zhao to answer, half of the robe on Bao Xi's body had fallen off, and the white jade-like fragrant shoulders jumped out, "It's summer, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to bathe and change clothes to serve the king, twenty-seven ......."

"Yes!" Twenty-seven immediately stood in front of Bao Xi.

"Help me change my clothes," Bao Xi said charmingly, looking at the ministers and asking, "Do you want to come in and see me bathing and changing?" ”

"Weichen didn't dare to ......" Several ministers had already knelt down subconsciously, regardless of whether Bao Xi had been crowned as a lady or a mother, it seemed that she was already high and could not be blasphemed, Uncle Zhao's brows were tightly locked, turned into a Sichuan character, and said in a hoarse voice, "Last night......"

"Uncle," Bao Xi turned around, held the door of the dormitory with her hand, and stepped forward to move forward, but suddenly stopped moving, "Three years ago, you asked my father to enter the palace to face the saint, why were you not the only one in prison?" Bao Xi turned around and looked at Uncle Zhao with a suspicious look and asked, without the slightest kindness and closeness in his tone.

Without waiting for Uncle Zhao's answer, Bao Xi had already pushed open the door of the dormitory and stepped in.

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