Since there was Zhai Xiying as a follower, Youruo asked Lu Rong to retire and rest for an afternoon.

Zhai Xiying and Youruo sat in the carriage, he had just suffered an internal injury, as long as he was unlucky in the past few days, it would be fine.

Lazily fell on the cushion of the carriage, and ordered to Youruo: "Come to the king's side." ”

"Reason." Just tell her to pass? Where to put your face?

"This king sees that you are very tired sitting there, so you can be comfortable by this king." Zhai Xiying was willing to be a cushion for Youruo.

It's a pity that the mat has too many muscles, and it is hard, and it doesn't attract Youruo.

pursed the corners of his mouth, looking like an uncle, but he didn't get close to Zhai Xiying.

"Come here." Zhai Xiying's tone was dissatisfied.

If you don't eat hard and soft today, if Zhai Xiying wears out her mouth, she won't take the initiative to take care of it!

But when Zhai Xiying used brute force, Youruo couldn't bear it.

No, being pulled by him, Youruo threw herself into Zhai Xiying's arms with a big belly.

"Don't make trouble, Qu Wangfu will be here soon." After Zhai Xiying hugged Youruo, she no longer made it bad.

The carriage drove to the gate of King Qu's mansion, and there was a butler outside the door to greet him.

Because Qu Xiaowang ordered the housekeeper in advance, saying that Miss Lu would come, let him wait at the door first. How dare the butler disobey the prince's orders.

But I didn't expect Miss Lu to come with Lord Ying. But it's also true, Miss Lu, as the concubine of King Ying, is not good to visit King Qu's Mansion alone.

After thinking about it, he saw the two of them get out of the carriage, and the housekeeper of King Qu's Mansion immediately stepped forward to ask for An: "The old slave has asked King Ying for a gift." King Ying, Miss Lu, please come with me. ”

The butler turned around and led the way. Zhai Xiying supported Youruo's body, and supported Youruo's right hand with the palm of her right hand, helping to reduce the weight on her body.

"Master Wuyi is already in the front hall, King Ying, Miss Lu, please." When I arrived at the front hall of King Qu's Mansion, Lord Qu and Master Wuyi were both inside, so it was inconvenient for the housekeeper's status to go in too low.

Zhai Xiying bowed his head and signaled that the housekeeper could step back, and took Youruo's hand and walked inside.

The news that Master Wuyi came to the national capital was released as early as yesterday.

And when Master Wuyi came to the national capital, he directly entered the Quwang Mansion instead of the solemn and noble palace, and the people could also understand it.

After all, Qu Xiao Wang Ye is the apprentice of Master Wujue, and Master Wuyi and Master Wujue are also brothers.

Everyone was very satisfied with Master Wuyi's arrangement. The Qu Wangfu is not as close to the palace as the palace, and the people want to come to the gate of the Qu Wangfu to squat, and then try their luck to see the Buddha face of Master Wuyi.

Stepping into the front hall, you can see Qu Liyan sitting on the main seat, and Master Wuyi, the bald old man with long white eyebrows and a straightened beard hanging down on his chest, is easy to shine.

Because of the wrinkled but still shining head on the top of his head, after admiring it, Yuruo immediately greeted him, "Master Wuyi, I'm sorry for you to go this way." ”

"What did Shi Niang say? This master is going to come to Zhenshui to seek justice for them, and this trip is a must! "Master Wuyi looked at it, the youngest is seventy-five, and the old one is eighty, this trip is tiring, it is indeed not easy.

"Okay, belly, Uncle Shi knows about your amnesia, sit down, stand with your stomach upright and don't get tired, I'll be tired for you!" At the same time as Qu Liyan opened his mouth, he also glared at Zhai Xiying fiercely.

The belly clearly said that she was the only one who came today, and it must be Zhai Xiying who wanted to look at Youruo herself, and then follow with her eyes! What a dog skin plaster!

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