Worried that something had happened to the Li Mansion, Ruoli hurriedly got up, but after thinking about it, without the permission of His Royal Highness, he could never leave his post without permission, let alone go down to earth without permission and meddle in mortal affairs.

"If you want to go, what are you going to do?" The fan gave a timely suggestion, and he trembled away from his body in fright, and exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find Boyuan, and he owes me an explanation." Holding the fan as he spoke, he snatched the Heavenly Pivot in Ruoli's hand and said, "Since you dare to give it to Li Xunyuan as a gift to Li Xunyuan, the artifact Heavenly Pivot that the Heavenly Realm uses to transmit messages, you shouldn't stand by and watch when you notice that she is in trouble. Li Xun is my friend, I will not reveal today's events to outsiders, not only that, but I also want to help you."

"Help me, how?" Ruoli expressed skepticism.

"You go to Fanchen to find Li Xunyuan, and I will turn into your appearance and stay by Boyuan's side for you, so that no one will know about your unauthorized departure from your post." Holding a fan with suggestions on his lips, but in his heart he has his own wishful thinking. She rummaged through Boyuan's dormitory, but she couldn't find it, and she had to pretend to be Ruoli and stay by Boyuan's side in order to wait for the opportunity to get her things back.

Ruoli frowned, he always felt that it was a little inappropriate, but when it was about Li Xunyuan's safety, he couldn't sit idly by, so he simply nodded and acquiesced.

Night.

Bo Yuan returned to the dormitory with a tired face, but saw that the ground in front of his bed was full of half-open melon seed shells, and there was no place to stay. He waved his hand in disgust to clean up the melon seed shells on the ground, walked quickly to the bed, reached out and lifted the futon, and saw that it was "Ruoli" lying on his bed.

"Get up!" Bo Yuan tugged at his sleeve, but there was no movement at all, so he personally got his hands on it, pinched his shoulders, and dragged him up from the bed.

"What the hell, I'm sleepy!" Holding the fan, he slapped his hand away angrily, lay on his back, pulled the futon, and continued to sleep with his head covered.

Bo Yuan shook his head and smiled, lifted the futon again, and deliberately accentuated his tone: "Ruoli, have you forgotten your identity, this is His Highness's bed."

A word to wake up the dreamer!

The fan immediately bounced up from the bed, and seeing that Bo Yuan was glaring at him angrily, he hurriedly slipped out of bed, put on his shoes and socks, and rushed out of the door.

"Stop!" Bo Yuan shouted loudly, and she turned her head again, smiling with a smile on her face, "Your Highness, what else do you command?"

"Your Highness wants to bathe, and you come to serve Your Highness...... Bathing and changing." Bo Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Bathing?" Holding a fan and pointing at himself, he pointed at Bo Yuan again, "You want me to serve you in the bath?"

"What's wrong?" Bo Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of smiles.

"No, there's nothing wrong with that." Holding the fan drooped his head, turned around and clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go, go to the bath."

"Wait! Your Highness is a little tired today, and you don't want to go to the bath, so you go and find some hot water, and Your Highness will wash it here."

"Boyuan, did you do it on purpose?" Holding the fan and rushing back to his head, he saw Bo Yuan staring at him suspiciously, and hurriedly lowered his eyes to look at his clothes, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing, "Uh...... Well, I mean, there's no tub here, so it doesn't seem very convenient."

"Easy!" Bo Yuan snapped his fingers, turned into a large wooden barrel large enough to hold a double bath, and raised his eyebrows at her and smiled, "Remember to bring more hot water, Your Highness is afraid that you will catch a cold."

"Yes, my subordinates will do it."

Holding the fan reluctantly went out, and after a while, he brought back twenty heavenly soldiers who carried hot water, and after directing the heavenly soldiers to pour the hot water into the bath bucket, he ran to Bo Yuan and smiled at him doggedly: "Your Highness, the water has been put away, if there is nothing to do, the subordinates will retire first."

"Close the door and wait for His Highness's wide clothes." Bo Yuan opened his arms and motioned for her to untie his clothes.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

"Huh?"

"It's okay, my subordinates will go and close the door~" The fan gritted his teeth. He closed the door with a puff, and ripped off Bo Yuan's belt again, and was about to start peeling off his clothes, but Bo Yuan suddenly grabbed the placket of his clothes and said, "Go, take it for His Highness first."

Come with clean clothes."

Holding the fan glanced at him, turned her head and went to the jade cabinet to look for clothes, and when she came back with her clothes, she saw that Bo Yuan had already soaked in the bathtub.

She threw her clothes on the gold shelf, and was about to touch Bo Yuan's changed clothes, wanting to see if they were hidden inside. But Bo Yuan opened his mouth at this time and called, "Come here, pinch your shoulders for His Highness."

Zhifan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction, walked behind Bo Yuan, and reached out to pinch his shoulders for him.

"Pinch the point, haven't you eaten enough?" Bo Yuan shouted, and the fan increased his strength viciously, causing him to hiss in pain, and turned around and accused, "What's going on with you today, it's not light or heavy."

"Giving you face!" Holding the fan and slapping the water surface angrily, splashing Boyuan's face with water, she herself was not much better, and she was wet in front of her.

Bo Yuan wiped the water stains on his face, and said seriously: "Is it that His Royal Highness is too indulgent to you on weekdays, causing you to forget your duties, it seems that you can no longer rely on your temperament in the future."

"Yes, Your Highness, I was wrong, and my subordinates will serve you well."

After he mentioned it, Zhifan remembered that his current identity was Boyuan's divine servant Ruoli, so he reluctantly went around behind him, took his hand and put it on the edge of the bath tub, and then took a brocade to wet it, and patiently wiped his body for him.

Her slender fingers gently touched every skin on her back like a dragonfly, and her hands seemed to have some kind of strange magic, easily arousing the most primitive desires of men.

Bo Yuan turned around, and the hot air on the surface of the water spread out, with a hint of hazy beauty, shrouded between the two of them, making it a little difficult to distinguish each other's true faces.

Holding the fan and holding the Jinpa, he continued to wipe the water stains on his chest, but unexpectedly, Bo Yuan suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, and couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.

Holding the fan stared, and for a while he couldn't figure out the situation. She is now with Ruoli's face, Bo Yuan can still do such a thing to her, does this mean...... Boyuan is as good as Longyang?

Shouldn't the duties of the divine servants in his mouth be to satisfy his bad habits?

I wanted to take the opportunity to steal it, but I didn't want to dig a pit and bury myself in it. The fan tried to break free from his embrace, but was hugged tightly by Bo Yuan, unwilling to let go.

The fan was clearly resistant, but when his nimble tongue pried open her teeth and greedily sucked the sweetness in her mouth, the fan actually gave birth to some strange feelings, as if ...... They are one in themselves, and they should be intersected and never separated.

After a long time, Bo Yuan reluctantly pushed her away, but the fan was like a stranded fish, desperately eager to return to the sea and return to his arms. Her hand unconsciously touched Boyuan's chest, her eyes closed, and her thin lips approached his lips inch by inch. Chinese Net

Bo Yuan's hand tightly grasped the edge of the bath barrel, forcibly suppressed the deep desire in his heart, reached out again to push her away, turned his face sideways and said, "You don't need to serve here, let's go back first!"

Only then did he realize that he had lost his temper, so he quickly got up and left the house as if he were fleeing.

This night, the fan tossed and turned, and I couldn't sleep. There seemed to be a strange seed taking root in her heart, grinding her heart to itch, and her face also contained a touch of redness.

When the day was about to break, the fan was a little sleepy, but at this time, he suddenly noticed that someone was staring at him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar silver wolf mask.

"Nightshade, why are you here?" Holding the fan, his face was happy, and when he turned over and got out of bed, he tried to catch the thin figure that passed by. But when he thought of the endless heavenly soldiers outside the door, he stopped holding the fan again, if he was caught by Bo Yuan because of the movement he made, it would really be worth the loss.

Nightshade teleported to the lattice, glanced back at her, and finally disappeared.

"Nightshade?" Holding the fan lowered her voice and chased to the window lattice, but she could no longer find the figure of the dark night, lest it disturb the heavenly soldiers patrolling outside the door, she quietly sat back on the bed, and her heart was full of thoughts.

It stands to reason that the matter of her pretending to be Ruoli is a secret that cannot be divulged to her, to her, to Ruoli.

There shouldn't be a third person in the know!

In this way, the fan wondered, this dark night is fine, why do you leave the room in the middle of the night? Could it be that in order to disintegrate the Boyuan forces, the assassination is coming?

But if it was an assassination, he obviously had a chance just now, so why didn't he do it for a long time? If not an assassination, what would it be? Could it be that between the night and the separation, what are the ulterior secrets?

There was a mess in her mind, and she patted her forehead hard with a fan, trying to make herself clearer, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind was still messy, and the more she reasoned, the more troublesome she became.

Chenshi.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and I couldn't sleep left and right, so I opened the door with a fan, and followed the source of the sound to find a courtyard.

In the courtyard, two brightly dressed little fairies were pushing the beautiful girl on the swing, smiling from ear to ear.

This is the Seven Princesses—Ranmi?

I thought that the matter of Boyuan Jinwu hiding Jiaojiao was just a rumor, but I didn't want it to be true. Holding the fan frowned, thinking: Bo Yuan is really not a thing, holding Ruoli with his left hand and holding Ranmi with his right hand, he is actually a man and woman who can eat the next thing.

Thinking of the strange emotions that arose last night, he felt panicked in his heart, so he simply turned around and left, completely not flowing in this muddy water.

"Where are you going, this is?"

As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the Xiaguang Palace, she was bumped into by the oncoming Bo Yuan, and the fan bumped into him angrily, and she was about to leave with her legs, but the jade ring hanging in the air stopped her steps silently.

She reached out to grab it, and Bo Yuan deliberately put away the jade ring again, teasing her: "Want it? Let's go in and talk about it."

He really didn't want to turn back, but he really wanted to get it back, so he had to put down his face and follow Bo Yuan back to the dormitory. Left and right, she is now acting with Ruoli's face, even if she is embarrassed, she is also Ruoli's face.

"What are you doing? Come here!" Bo Yuan sat in front of the bookcase, holding the ink ingot, and motioned for her to come over and grind.

"What's the benefit of me grinding for you?" Holding the fan with his hands around his chest, he didn't want to be called around.

Bo Yuan took out Wuyu and shook it like fishing: "If you behave well, this jade ring will be given to you."

The fan immediately pounced on it and grabbed it, but accidentally knocked over the inkstone.

Seeing that the portrait he had painted all night was destroyed, Bo Yuan hurriedly grabbed the portrait and bounced it, he kept blowing the ink stains on the portrait, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of regret that could not be concealed.

Knowing that he was in trouble, he hurriedly stood up straight and argued for himself: "You played tricks on me first, and you can't blame me. Besides, it's just a painting, and if it's ruined, it's ruined, so wouldn't it be nice if you painted it again?"

Bo Yuan threw the portrait on the bookcase, carried the silver thread hanging the jade ring, and sneered: "Then according to what you say, this thing is just a piece of jade, and there are many excellent jade in the heavenly court, I dropped it, and then recreate a jade ring for you, okay?"