Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 154 [Shenjun's Little Turtle] I want to show you
The direct result of Jiang Youpan's unreasonableness was that his work efficiency was doubled. Yuelao grabbed the red thread in his hand and quickly wound it a few times. In the shape of a turtle, it was solemnly placed in front of the god.

After bowing to Shenjun a few times, he began to read his congratulatory speech, "I wish Shenjun and Xuanwu's daughter a happy marriage for a hundred years!" After finishing the reading, he seemed to run away quickly, but Si Ming grabbed his sleeve.

Si Ming spoke as fast as a babbling, "Shenjun Xiaguan has just calculated it! The daughter of Xuanwu may have a catastrophe, and only after the catastrophe can she become a demon and become a god! And why is this catastrophe not shown in the hexagrams! Shenjun Xiaguan remembers that there are still many things to be done, so I will leave first!"

After speaking, he dragged Yuelao to run fast together.

Fear of disaster.

Jiang Yousi hadn't figured out what kind of catastrophe this was, but he saw Qi Wu running like a beggar with a shaggy head, running up to him like he was being chased by a dog, and started crying.

Crying and choking, he could barely speak, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Shenjun ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I was beaten ah my lord Shenjun!!!!!!"

Jiang Youpan was given a headache by this series of quarrels. He raised his eyes and glanced at him, and the cold eyes rolled over, and Qiwu's brain filled with anger suddenly sobered up a lot.

Jiang Yousi said concisely, "Don't lay the groundwork, just talk about the business."

Xiwu wiped his nose and tears, and said while recalling, "I remember that I was talking to His Royal Highness, but I fainted suddenly. When I went to your palace to look at it, I saw Miss Wen's pen was still on the table. But the people are gone!"

Jiang Youpan paused holding the teacup, and frowned, "Missing?"

Xiwu nodded, "Yes, it's gone. There are still pastries on the table, but I don't know where they are."

People are indeed gone.

Before Wen Queyu realized what happened, the scene in front of him changed to another place as quickly as a PPT with a slideshow.

The place is resplendent and magnificent, with pictures of various ladies painted on the walls, and a stage is placed in the center.

And Qi Wu, who was still talking to her just now, suddenly changed into Song Yufan, shaking a feather fan in his hand, without the slightest consciousness of attracting her, smiling brightly, as if nothing happened, just brought her here Like drinking tea, he said to her, "If you eat too much delicacies from mountains and seas, you will get tired of it. If you think about it, the gods must have never taken you to see a famous show in the world. Even if you think about it, you will feel regretful if you lose this fun, so I will I'll take you to have a look."

What he said made a lot of sense.

Wen Queyu was silent for a moment, his expression not very good.

Once the little face that is used to smiling is silent, it looks a little glamorous. This appearance is very much like the flower of the high mountain that is often said in the world, what can only be seen from a distance and not played with.

But Song Yufan is not a human being, he doesn't care about flowers or not.

He just wanted to take her to watch the show, and he just wanted to understand the reasons for the various images that had appeared in his mind in recent days.

Wen Queyu put his hand on the edge of his sleeve and said, "Your Highness, I am the one with the magic lamp."

Song Yufan nodded, and said perfunctorily, "I know, I didn't ask you to come to see your lamp, and wait, I told the theater troupe to arrive later, do you know how good those operas are in the world?" ? Open your eyes if I bring you here today!"

Wen Queyu was really curious when he said that.

She also forgot that she wanted to argue with him, and sat on the small bench he brought over, the two of them sat in a row and waited for the troupe to perform.

(End of this chapter)