Yidong sighed slightly in his heart and bowed his head.

"Childe's life, subordinates must go all out."

On the mansion of the lord of Haotian Hongzhen, Su Suyi was building the bouquet in the flower pot, and it seemed that she felt that the pruning was not very satisfactory, and she reached out and broke the flower branch.

"Lord,"

And Song came in and saluted.

Su Suyi didn't look back, and continued to prune another flower.

"Is it done?"

"Back to the king, our people have revealed the relationship between Jimo Qing and his subordinates to the secret agents of Ji Xian, presumably this matter will definitely make Ji Mo Qinghe completely lose the trust of the monarch."

He Song bowed his head and replied.

Su Suyi laughed.

"Okay, then let's move on to the next step, this Haotianer, but it's all under control."

"Yes."

The boats on the Yu River are swaying, and self-cultivation has embarked on this return journey again, but the mood is very different.

"Self-cultivation, what are your plans to go to Haotian this time?"

Hong Chou asked.

Standing on the deck, he reached out and probed ahead.

"Since she is a Jedi reborn, how can she survive her life, I want her to return the same."

Hong Chou couldn't see anything, so he could only grope his way and take two steps forward, holding on to the side of the boat.

"Su Suyi is very scheming, you have to be more careful."

Zixiu turned around and looked at Hong Chou and smiled evilly.

"It's okay, I still have your chips."

Hong Chou has always been a junior in self-cultivation, even if he is often rude, he has never been angry, and he has not said anything yet

Poking his head out of the cabin.

"Young Master, Uncle Hong, it's time to eat!"

The fate of people is wonderful and unpredictable, and it is difficult to decipher, and perhaps the three full meals at this time are the ultimate in the world.

Zhao Yu and Yidong prepared Jimo Qinghe's luggage, and the carriage was prepared outside the mansion, although the two could not go together, they still let Xiao Jin serve the son all the way, so that the two could relax a little.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, that is, Mo Qinghe wore the blue and white cloud sleeved robe that he had just entered the Haotian Dynasty, with his crown hair rolled high, and his long hair was smooth behind his back.

"Childe."

Xiao Jin reminded Jimo Qinghe in a low voice, and his voice was a little inexplicably flustered.

Jimo Qinghe looked at it, but he was suddenly stunned.

Fifty steps in front of the carriage, two women stood in front of them, one in front and one behind, both holding paper umbrellas, the woman standing in front of her umbrella was slightly low, wearing a long skirt of dark blue brocade, embroidered with a little Qionghua on the skirt, only half of the jaw was exposed, the neck was smooth, and only half of her face knew that she was a peerless beauty.

She didn't step forward, just stood there, as if waiting for something.

Jimo Qinghe didn't know whether it was a smile or a sigh in his eyes, just like everything in the world was stretched between his eyebrows, he walked towards the woman step by step, walking steadily, without any difference, like Jimo Qinghe, who was still lecturing under the seat of Master Yanquan, with a natural demeanor and unparalleled in the world.

Jimo Qinghe stopped in front of the woman, reached out to take the woman's umbrella, stared at her clear and bright eyes, and slowly said two words.

"Your Majesty."

She didn't want to come, but after thinking about it, she finally decided to take this trip, and this time she transferred Jimo Qinghe to the border pass, in addition to her own jealous knots, but also to calm the grievances of the ministers of the DPRK and China.

The border is not as safe as the royal capital, and the border chaos needs a strong person to preside over the overall situation, she admits that she is a scheming person, but she is not completely ruthless to Jimo Qinghe.

"Qinghe."

The auditor responded, but stopped as if he didn't know what to say.

Jimo Qinghe lowered his head and smiled.

"The minister thanked the king for coming forward to see him off."

Jimo Qinghe's voice was still gentle and indifferent, and Ji Xin felt that his heart suddenly missed a beat, and he felt a little indescribable loss.

"Shrouge."

Ji Xin stretched out his hand to signal, and Shuo Ge nodded and handed over the contents of his sleeve to Ji Xin and immediately stepped back.

"Give me a reason to trust you."

Ji Xin looked at Jimo Qinghe seriously and handed him the object in his hand.

Ji Mo Qinghe looked at the eyes of Ji Xin and spoke.

"Luo Lin Tiger Talisman."