Jiang Wenjun scolded and scolded, and at the same time carried the phoenix into the palace in the center of the city.

The palace guards guarding the gate were obviously very afraid of him, and when they saw him return from afar, they all stood respectfully on both sides, and buried their heads very low.

The attitude of the child and the guards towards him was diametrically opposed, which made Huang Qingwan inexplicably curious about this burly 'uncle'.

It wasn't until Jiang Wenjun walked out of the distance with the phoenix lightly that the guards raised their heads one after another.

"Xiaoyao Hou just now, did you carry a girl into the palace?" A new guard reacted and exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, who does Xiaoyao want to take in, can we take it!"

The guard who had been on duty for a long time reminded, "It's okay to provoke this master, otherwise ten lives will not be enough for you to die." ”

"Is Xiaoyao really so terrifying? It's even more terrifying than the princes of our Holy Moon Dynasty. ”

"In short, no matter what you see Xiaoyaohou doing in the future, you should not see it, or take a detour, don't talk too much, be honest, it's best."

"Yes."

..

Huang sat on Jiang Wenjun's shoulder, Jiang Wenjun's height of more than 1.9 meters made her vision a lot wider.

When he saw their palace people along the way, Lao Yuan bowed his head respectfully and made a way, not daring to be disrespectful to this carefree marquis.

"Uncle, you are so majestic, they are afraid of you." Huang gently put his arm on his shoulder, clapped his little hand heartlessly and said.

"That's right, my uncle is majestic." Jiang Wenjun was very comfortable being slapped by Huang's fart, and he was in a good mood at the moment.

The palace of the Holy Moon Dynasty is extremely luxurious, with pavilions and pavilions everywhere, rockeries and forest gardens, and it is splendid.

Jiang Wenjun took the phoenix lightly for more than half an hour, and finally arrived at an inconspicuous palace.

She raised her head slightly, and in a pair of dark red eyes, the three big characters "Jiaoyun Palace" were reflected.

It's a quiet place, and it's a dusty place compared to the bustle of other places.

"Sister!" Jiang Wenjun stood outside the Jiaoyun Hall and shouted, and the ground under his feet was about to tremble.

"Squeak---" After a while, the door of the hall opened, and a delicate-looking maid in a green dress walked out with sleepy eyes.

She didn't notice the phoenix on Jiang Wenjun's shoulder at all, and yawned and said angrily, "Ouch my master, my mother is still sleeping, she will be unhappy to wake her up so early." ”

"It's all three poles in the sun, what are you sleeping!" Jiang Wenjun was speechless for a while, and stepped into the Jiaoyun Hall in a few steps.

The maid didn't stop him, and she was all too familiar with such a scene.

"Sister! Wake up, the sun is all on your ass!" Jiang Wenjun walked directly towards the dormitory, the Jiaoyun Hall was empty, except for the green-skirted maid just now, there was no one.

Huang Qingwan looked around curiously, estimating which unfavored concubine's dormitory would be so desolate.

"Xiaojun, it's early in the morning, what are you yelling about, I haven't slept enough." Behind the hibiscus tent, a woman's lazy voice came, she turned over a few times on the big bed, and continued to fall into a dream.

"Sister, Little Seventeen is back." Jiang Wenjun didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"Oh, come back, come back, I'm sleepy, don't bother me.." The woman's lazy voice came out.

Jiang Wenjun was speechless for a while, and Huang gently held his forehead.