Chapter 218: Limelight

The Anyi Palace's palace was also crowded with people who came to thank them every day.

"Master! Do you want your subordinates to send them away? It's really not an option to be here every day! A woman in yellow respectfully asked the man in the Lingzhu Garden, still wearing a blue robe, the tall figure was slightly moved, turned around, the jade crown pulled her hair, the ink eyebrows were slightly slanted, and a pair of bottomless eyes on her handsome face like a heavenly handsome face reflected indifference and alienation.

At this time, Mei Sansheng was a little less chic than an immortal, and more of a king's dignity, and his name was also given the surname of Loulan and became Loulan's comfortable Wang Lou Mujing.

"They are just here to thank you, just accept the thank you gift and return the gift with double the gift!" Lou Mujing said, turned around and entered the depths of the bamboo garden, being in the downtown area, it was not his intention, he could still hear the noise outside through the far wall, he never liked this, but for the first time Lou Mujing had to start doing these things that he was unwilling to do.

The 'three-born old man' no longer exists, and some are just the six princes of Loulan, the king's younger brother.

The woman in yellow was the Green Lake, one of the four protectors beside him, after the Bihai Pavilion sneak attack on the Medicine King Valley, only the Green Lake and Bauhinia were left among the four protectors, and the remaining two Lianfu and Qingrong fought to the death.

The sound of thanks outside the house continued, and Green Lake did not understand the master's approach at first, until those poor people were grateful for Dade's departure, and she understood the master's intentions, which not only made these people retain their self-esteem, but also left a good reputation for the master, so that the reputation of King Anyi will get better and better, and there will be more and more people who support the master.

Xiangfei bamboo, the whole Lingzhu garden is full of Xiangfei bamboo, full of eyes, as if committed to the sea of bamboo, a little indulgence, you will not be able to distinguish whether it is a person, or bamboo.

"Master! Bauhinia has something to report! Bauhinia, dressed in purple, stood at the entrance of the Lingzhu Garden, not daring to step into it.

Whatever the master says, she does whatever the master tells her to do, and never asks why, because Zijing knows in her heart that she loves this man, deep love, enchanted love, just because he inadvertently joked that 'purple should be a foil for his person', and since then there has only been purple in her wardrobe, not for anything else, just because he likes it.

In the past, she only thought that he was an immortal sent by heaven, and she could only watch from afar, not close, but now that she came to Loulan, she felt more and more that he was a human being, a person of flesh and blood, so her love became more and more intense, the more hot the love, the more careful she was to cover up.

It wasn't until the cold piano sound evoked a whirling tune that Zijing walked in step by step, and through the layers of bamboo shadows, he saw the figure with his back to him: "Bauhinia see the master!" ”

"Let's say-" Since he came to Loulan, his words have become less and less, although he is humble and polite in front of people, and he is very kind, but Zijing understands that the master in front of him is increasingly plating, a protective shield for himself, guarding everyone, the real Mei Sansheng has been imprisoned, and only Lou Mujing is in front of him.

Zijing raised his voice slightly and said, "The subordinates have already sorted out the things left in the Medicine King Valley before, but there are some things that need to be asked by the master!" ”

As she spoke, she took out an iron box and presented it.

"What's that?" Mei Sansheng closed his eyes, listening to the crispness of each bamboo leaf being blown by the wind, and the seven strings under his hand also floated out of the sound of the piano.