Wenren Qianjue was crawling back into his warm bed, planning to have a good night's sleep.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Sky-shattering sound "Ha, hehehe."
She kept laughing.
When she got up again, she was full of evil spirits.
Who is not afraid of death and dares to disturb her sleep?
If the tiger doesn't show off his power, he will treat her as a sick cat.
Opening the door, Wen Renyan was standing at the door.
Strangely, he, who had always been scheming, had a strange look on his face: "Qianjue, get up quickly and freshen up.
Come to the main hall in a moment."
After that, he didn't give her a chance to speak and left in a hurry.
After Wenren Qianjue washed up and went to the main hall, she saw Eunuch Lu anxiously walking around inside.
When I saw her coming in, I felt like I was seeing a savior: "Oh, Miss Third, you've got it right."
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and avoided Eunuch Lu's hand without leaving a trace: "Eunuch, Wenren Xuexi has left.
It's still too late for you to chase her now."
"Our family is not looking for the second young lady, our family is looking for the third young lady."
Eunuch Lu held the yellow scroll in his hand and was covered with sweat.
The people above are really serious.
If their minds change, the slaves below will have to come and run errands.
It is said that this time it seemed that the master had spoken.
Who doesn’t know that the master rarely speaks?
The person who is the most beloved of the emperor is favored by thousands of people.
Once he opens his mouth, the emperor will not be happy to satisfy his request.
The master's thoughts are really difficult to fathom.
"Third Miss, this is your yellow scroll.
Our family has brought the sedan chair.
It is right outside the door.
You can enter the palace directly after you get on the sedan chair."
Wenren Qianjue didn't answer, but looked at the yellow scroll inch by inch: "Draft" Wasn't she eliminated from the draft quota?
"Yes."
Eunuch Lu hurriedly stuffed the yellow scroll into Wenren Qianjue's hand: "The emperor's favor is so great.
Wenren has got two places.
Third Miss, go pack up and change clothes.
Don't make it difficult for us slaves. ah."
After taking the yellow scroll, Wenren Qianjue walked on the way back to his room.
This matter is quite strange.
Who is it that wants her to enter the palace when she has nothing to do?
Pushing towards the door with one hand, she suddenly stopped.
She glanced at the door with sharp eyebrows.
When she went out, someone came.
Almost at the same time she discovered it, the door opened wide, and a dark shadow rushed out, dragging her figure in.
His mouth was covered by slender fingers, and an ambiguous and low voice sounded in his ears: "You're fine."
Wenren Qianjue struck back hard with her elbow, followed by kicking her leg back at an incredible angle.
Although the man's hand was loosened, he easily dodged the repeated attacks, as leisurely as if he was playing house with a child.
Wenren Qianjue turned around and saw that the man had already sat down.
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His slender legs were placed on the table, and his body leaned back leisurely, lazily.
The face was completely covered by a ghost face, and only a small half of the face was exposed.
"It's you" She raised an eyebrow.
It seems that I thought well.
This man is indeed very troublesome.
"It seems you still have a good memory."
The man's thin lips revealed an evil smile.
"It's hard for you to find this place."
Wenren Qianjue Anran walked over to pack his things, planning to take a cold approach: "What happened last time is in the past.
I didn't mean it, and I guess you won't care about it that much. " The slender eyebrows behind the mask were raised calmly.
This woman can actually say such things so frankly.
Is she a woman?
The heavy pressure on her body suddenly hit her from behind, pushing her directly onto the bed.
She turned around to hit her, but his hands were firmly fixed by him.
The movements of the Ghost-Faced Man are precise and the strength is just right.
The curve of the thin lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
He fixed her wrist with one hand, and ran the slender fingers of his other hand across her delicate and fair face: "Woman, you are very arrogant."
His voice carried a faint sense of danger, as if he could kill his subordinates at any time.
The prey was torn apart: "I let you escape easily last time.
I'm afraid you won't be so lucky this time.
You have to pay a price for disturbing others."
In his eyes as black as splashed ink, the evil light shines brightly
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