After receiving the order, Lin Wuwei quickly left this strange place, and after a while, he returned to his palace.

After changing into his clothes, he looked at the scroll in his hand, curious and scared at the same time.

That word is not something he can resist at all, and his strength is still too low relatively speaking.

Thinking of this, he was ready to complete the task ordered by his master, but then he thought that he didn't know where Wang Fan was.

This made him a little embarrassed, and then gave up this idea, besides, he didn't know that this thing was sent over, and he didn't know what Wang Fan's reaction would be?

For your own safety, you can't go yourself!

Now it seems that the best candidate is still Wu Rong, no matter what the result is, there is no loss for himself.

However, the only thing that needs to be noted is that Wu Rong can't be allowed to open the scroll halfway, otherwise he will die on the road halfway, and the scroll will not be delivered to that person's hands.

His hands suddenly moved, and he immediately played a set of spells, specifically to prevent mortals from opening the scroll, and looked at the sky outside.

At this time, it was already night, and I thought that Wu Rong's guy had already rested, so it was not good for me to wake him up.

Besides, after he figured out the joints of the matter, he was not in a hurry, and it would be the same to find a time to go during the day tomorrow.

Then he put away the scroll and immediately went to a secret room in the palace, which he had opened up for his own practice.

Although he didn't sleep, after a night of meditation, he became more energetic, which is also a benefit of his practice.

With the help of that blood bead, his cultivation this night had greatly improved a lot, almost equivalent to the result of his previous year of cultivation.

Although she hadn't cultivated much before, and had spent almost all of her time on the pleasures of the world, he was naturally very happy to be able to improve her cultivation so easily.

The next day, Lin Wuwei called a servant, and after a few words, the servant left the palace.

It didn't take long for Wu Rong to come to the palace with a confused face, although he knew this Eighth Prince very well, it was still quite difficult to be able to completely see through a person's inner thoughts.

There is no such person in this world, at least he has not seen or heard of it.

Of course, it is also possible that he is lonely, after all, there are too many capable people in the world, and there are many things he doesn't know.

"I've seen the prince, I don't know what you called me ...... the prince" A foot away in front of Lin Wuwei, Wu Rong bent down and said respectfully.

Seeing this, Lin Wuwei was very satisfied, he was still clear about the thoughts in Wu Rong's heart, although he did not participate in the competition for the throne, and his strength was very small.

But with his father's favor, it must be no problem to put someone in, if Wu Rong is satisfied with his work, then what if he helps Wu Rong say a word in front of his father?

However, the premise of all this is based on Wu Rong's ability to successfully complete the mission, plus Wu Rong's ability to immortalize.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, and slowly said, "Master Wu, I called you here today, is there something for you to do?"

Hearing this, Wu Rong thought for a while, what exactly was the thing that needed to be handed over to him, you must know that after he did that thing yesterday, the reward he received shocked his heart, and he finally regained his strength at home.

I was going to take a good rest, but I didn't expect to be called by the servants in the palace early in the morning, which disturbed my dreams.

Despite this, he is not ignorant, but the prince attaches great importance to himself in front of him, and of course such an opportunity cannot let it run away.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly left his kang, left his wife, who was still asleep, and hurried to the palace.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I don't know what the prince commands, I will not give up when I make up my mind." ”

Hearing this, Lin Wuwei smiled slightly, he had heard a lot about the sycophants of the next doorman, although he would not be disgusted, but he would not go up to the sky with his tail.

"Don't worry, it's not for you to die, what are you talking about!" he explained, smiling slightly.

"The only thing you need to do today is to bring this painting back and give it back to the person who painted it, understand?" As he spoke, he took out a painting scroll from behind his back, which was the one Wu Rong had brought yesterday.

Seeing this, Wu Rong had doubts in his heart, and immediately asked, "Lord Wang, this... It's..."

Before the words fell, Lin Wuwei immediately interrupted: "You don't care about this, you just go and do it, remember, don't try to open this painting to take a look, otherwise it will ......."

As he spoke, a fierce look flashed in Lin Wuwei's eyes, and he didn't care that Wu Rong was here.

Seeing this, Wu Rong of course knew what to do, although he failed the imperial examination every time, it didn't mean that his brain was bad.

Reaching out to take the scroll, he nodded, and quickly turned to leave, followed by several servants.

......

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, that guest is here again, he has the painting he bought yesterday, is he coming......"

I saw Zeng Lei hurriedly running to Wang Fan's shop, and said with concern in his tone.

Hearing this, Wang Fan woke up from his contemplation, paused his right hand slightly, stopped the paintbrush in his hand, and raised his head.

Looking at Wu Ronghe and the painting scroll in his hand not far away, Wang Fan had doubts in his heart, but there was a strange feeling in his heart.

This feeling comes from his spiritual sense, which is something that every monk has, and many people believe in it, and he is no exception.

After perceiving that the painting scroll was a mixed bag for him, Wang Fan decided to take a look at it, after all, at his level, he was no weaker than anyone else.

Thinking of this, he stood up, looked at Wu Rong not far away, and said with a smile: "Boss Wu, what, are you going to return the goods today?"

"yes, yes, everything was sold to you yesterday, you can't come and return it today. Zeng Lei on the side said

Hearing this, Wu Rong's face couldn't help but turn red, although he knew that Wang Fan was making fun of himself, but when he said this from a child, he was a little embarrassed after all.

He was also very puzzled about the Eighth Prince's approach, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to explain stubbornly: "Mr. Wang, this... I don't know about that. But this is what the prince ordered, tell me to return this painting to you, what to say, you will understand when the time comes. ”

"Oh..."Wang Fan replied in a low voice.

Then he took the scroll, and the moment he touched Wang Fan, a strange aura was about to be released from the scroll.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand was a little empty, and suddenly this breath was locked in the painting scroll.