The night of the sacrifice seemed to be white or something, and suddenly bit off a hawthorn, looked at the painting Yuqiong, and leaned down to feed the hawthorn to her mouth.

Hua Yuqiong was stunned, her heartbeat suddenly leaked, and her cheeks were hot.

Within a stone's throw of heat, she could even feel the heat spraying from the night of the festival, and the cold aroma coming from him.

Matsuya looked at her red face and her overwhelmed eyes, and couldn't help but breathe hard.

Little Wildcat...... I don't think I hate him that much......

Hua Yuqiong bit open the hawthorn, and the sweet and sour taste overflowed her mouth.

How does this hawthorn feel different from others?

Hua Yuqiong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked straight at the night of the sacrifice.

He's not going to be drugged in it, is he?

As if sensing the careful thinking of Hua Yu Qiong, Sai Ye bit a hawthorn, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Hua Yu Qiong with a slight glint in his eyes, and smiled lightly.

"No one really thinks I'm going to be as shameless as he is to drug here, right?"

Hua Yuqiong gritted her teeth and looked away angrily.

This good manly shameless guy!

Sai Ye glanced at the appearance of Hua Yuqiong, and the corners of her lips involuntarily hooked slightly.

This little guy may be saying something bad about him in his heart.

*

In the night, a man in black hurriedly jumped into a mansion and turned into a pavilion.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man in a black robe was holding a scroll, frowning and thinking carefully.

The man in black who came in saw the middle-aged man, half-kneeling on the ground, and he didn't dare to leak out any breath, for fear of interrupting the man's thoughts.

After a long time, the middle-aged man finally put down the scroll and turned his head to look at the man in black who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"What?"

"Back to the hall master, the mission to capture alive has failed."

"Failed?" The middle-aged man raised his voice slightly, "What about the person sent?" ”

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man in black.

"Both...... They're all dead......"

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man slapped the table next to him fiercely, "A bunch of rubbish!" ”

The man in black was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly shouted, "The hall master is angry! ”

"Where's Urong? He also died in the middle of the Spirit King? ”

"Dead too." The man in black replied cautiously.

The middle-aged man frowned, calmed the anger in his heart, and exhaled.

"Has the Wutang affair been leaked?"

The man in black replied: "This is not true, if it leaks out, I am afraid that now Zhen Guogong will come to the door with a big knife." ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Don't be careless, you go and send someone to keep an eye on it, and find an opportunity to tie this piece of fat back again." ”

"Yes."

Zhai Zilan didn't know how many times she had turned over.

He didn't know if he could fall asleep again, but he knew that now was the time to deal with the big and small trivialities of the court.

Can......

Zhai Zilan looked at Cheng Yuqi, who hugged him tightly all night and didn't let go, and really didn't have the mood to deal with those things.

This guy slept quite soundly, but he didn't fall asleep all night! I want someone to throw him out.

Han Zeng waited outside the door for a long time, and when he saw that his Royal Highness had not dressed up as usual, he couldn't help but be puzzled, and raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up and deal with political affairs, some officials sent the song over early this morning, and the subordinates have already sorted it out for you."

"What kind of mess to deal with? Early in the morning, don't disturb me to sleep! ”