Of course, it's quite pleasant to be around someone you like.

This is especially true when Lai is by Ling Shang's side.

In the days of making salted fish in the dust-free house, Ye Mu ginseng has a deep experience.

The unjustified prison disaster exhausted the Tsundere Hall Master.

The carefree days of confinement made him lose himself.

Now that it has returned to reality, Ye Mu Shen is actually related.

Ye Mu Shen, who has an amazing keen sense of smell, clearly feels that the tricky business is not over.

It can even be said that ...... The undercurrent that had been hidden before has only slowly been revealed.

As an entrepreneur full of hard work, Ye Mushen wants to give Ling Shang more than superficial and greasy.

Only weak people will regard that kind of tiredness as love.

The night ginseng in the dustless house was also weak for a while.

But after leaving the Dustless House, after seriously reviewing his extravagance, the Tsundere Hall Master fell into deep self-blame.

It's really inferior, and it's really greedy for that kind of self-destructive indulgence.

Although it was only one night for Ye Mushen to be kicked out of the dustless house, it was a long and painful time for the tsundere hall master.

Torment is torment.

Before the salted fish turned over, the tsundere hall master was not in the mood to get tired.

(Actually, I don't want to write emotional dramas)

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When you come to the palace, the first thing you go to is naturally the Wenhua Palace.

I haven't seen Prince Jing for a long time, and Ye Mushen actually hallucinates - in the days when he was away, the Wenhua Hall was much more deserted than in his impression.

The prince's brother must be very concerned about himself, so he abandoned the care of the Wenhua Palace; The Tsundere Hall Master thought not without narcissism.

After walking a few more steps, Ye Mushen realized that something was wrong: the guards who used to draw their swords to drive people away when they saw him now had new faces and ignored him.

It seems that this Wenhua Hall no longer has the meaning of guarding.

The hall that used to be full of Confucianism is now empty.

turned around, and there was no figure of Ye Mujing, nor did he see the servants he was close to in the past.

Ye Mushen returned to the main hall and solemnly inspected the surroundings.

He came up to a guard with a blank look and cleared his throat, "There is labor...... What's going on here? What about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? ”

The guard's dull eyes rolled three times in earnest, and finally he answered, "If you see what's going on, that's what's going on." ”

If this can be regarded as an answer, the mule can be the top score.

Night Mu Shen silently recited the Buddha's mind: Don't be angry, don't be angry, angry and struck by lightning......

The palace was not a place for him to mess around.

He barely cheered up, showing a smile that taught men, women, and children to be nymphomaniac, "I can't hide it, I'm an old friend of His Royal Highness the Prince, and I'm here to ...... today."

"Old friends?" The guard touched his chin and looked Ye Mushen up and down, "His Royal Highness the Prince's friend, it doesn't seem like you." He, he doesn't seem to be as handsome as you. ”

Ye Mu Shen said: That is, who else in the world can be as handsome as the master?

Well—except for the beauty Ling Shang.

However, his expression showed a modest shyness, "It may be that the lucky stars have been shining recently, and my appearance has changed with the stars......"

Such blind nonsense, without thinking about it, convinced the guards.

The guard stared at Ye Mushen's face and muttered to himself, "Your lucky star is probably my evil star—my face is not as handsome as it used to be these days." ”

Ye Mu Shen held back a mouthful of old blood: Buddha, Buddha. Calm and unhurried is the true nature of tsundere.

The guard's face is afraid that it will clash with every star in the sky.

The Tsundere Hall Master held back the roll of his eyes and continued to ask, "Where is the prince now, can you tell me?" I have something important to discuss with Your Highness. ”

The guard suddenly glared at Ye Mushen alertly, "Are you really the prince's friend?" Then why don't you know he's in your house? ”

Ye Mushen was unexpectedly stunned: when he left Xiaoao Hall, he didn't see Ye Mujing's shadow.

"Not only am I a friend of the Prince, but I am also the Prince's brother." Ye Mushen has no bottom in his heart, but his mouth is full of momentum.

"Are you really Lord Song?" The guard looked at Ye Mushen's clothes again, "I think you're eighty percent fake." Lord Song is an honest official, and he never wears such a luxurious satin suit. ”

"Lord Song?" Ye Mushen suspected that he had misheard.

Among the officials surnamed Song, it seems that Song Xiaomin is the only one who has a close relationship with Ye Mujing.

But the question is, when did Song Xiaomin and Ye Mujing become so close?

There must be something strange in it.

In order not to attract attention, Ye Mushen lowered his voice, "You said Song Xiaomin? When did he become Brother Jing's friend? ”

"Lord Song's name is also what you can call directly?" The guard glared angrily, "Okay, I'm not mistaken. Say, "Who are you?" ”

In the past, Mu Jing was in the palace day and night, and no matter who dared to be rude to the tsundere hall master, he would be taught a good lesson by the prince.

But right now, Ye Mujing doesn't know where to go, and Ye Mujing can only swallow the fire in his stomach.

Ye Mushen took off an inconspicuous piece of black jade from his waist, "Who am I?" Do you recognize this piece of jade? ”

The guard looked at the black jade in a daze, and recognized the inscription on it, "Cool...... No, Ling ......"

He was illiterate.

Ye Mushen was about to give him some pointers, but there was a light cough behind him.

The person who came was Ye Mujing's brother-in-law, Tanhualang Zhou Yinchen.

Ye Muzan was almost regarded as the murderer of Zhou Yinchen's father, and was wrongfully imprisoned; Although he is now innocent, it is really embarrassing to meet like this.

"Righteousness...... Brother-in-law," Zhou Yinchen's eyes were sunken, his face was haggard, his expression was tired and worried, and even his polite smile had a bit of a pitiful taste, "Are you looking for Ah Jing?" ”

"Uh...... Lord Zhou. Ye Mushen's throat was bitter, "I'm sorry for the matter of Taifu." Yixuan has failed you, you don't have to recognize me as a righteous brother. ”

"Don't say that, I've heard what Ah Jing said......" Zhou Yinchen's beautiful face was covered with a thick shadow due to the pain of losing his father, "It's all fate, I can't blame you." ”

Ye Mushen was secretly frightened: I haven't seen him for so many days, and Zhou Yinchen's temperament has changed so much.

"Ha ......" Ye Mu Shen was ready to be arrogantly accused by Zhou Yinchen, but now the occasion made him at a loss.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "You are also here to find Brother Jing?" ”

Zhou Yinchen looked at Ye Mushen with a scalp-tingling look.

After a while, Zhou Yinchen finally spoke again, "Ah Jing has been in the Hou Mansion for the past few days, don't you know?" ”

What the heck?

How could he know these things?

No, no, no, the crux of the problem is, "Brother Jing is in Ling Shang's Forgotten Worries Mansion?" ”

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(Small spoilers)

Belch...... Don't underestimate Ling Shang.

No return never said he was a good person.

He never said that he was infatuated with the night - he was undoubtedly attracted to the night ginseng.

But whether the other party is worth it for him to let go of everything, the answer is obviously not worth it.

Of course, the Ling Chamber of Commerce will change in the future.

This is not a story of husband and wife working together to uphold justice.

It's a story of a clash of power.

There is no right or wrong. There is no good or evil.

The lining is dark.

The ending should be good, though.

The last serious dissuasion: glass-hearted babies, and readers with a weak sense of logic, abandon it and never return.

Because I'm more glassy than you.