I am a heartthrob in Kuaiwen

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and the tension between the two was tense. Song Min knelt down calmly, with no emotion on his delicate face. His eyes were fixed on the cracks in the ground and he tried his best to reduce his presence. For him, silence is the best way to save his life. .

The man's voice broke the calm like a pearl falling to the ground:

"There are still matters in the cabinet, so I will retire first."

The dark purple robe swept across the soap boots. Xiao Jingyuan turned his back and stared at the sand table without saying a word. The afterglow squeezed into the hall through the window and the light and shadow hit his handsome side face with an incomprehensible expression. Wen Yu faced him when he went out. The dazzling light outside made his eyes open. He squinted slightly as if thinking of something, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a very faint arc.

There was still silence in the back hall after Wen Yu left. Song Min's thighs had already begun to tremble. He gritted his teeth and put his hands weakly on his knees. The sand made a rustling sound on the hard board. Xiao Jingyuan reshaped the sand table that had just been overturned little by little:

"Song Min."

"Slave is here."

Xiao Jingyuan didn’t even raise his head:

"Practice ink."

Song Min didn't react for a moment and stayed in place. Xiao Jingyuan didn't hear the reply. He paused and raised his head coldly. Song Min looked at each other for a second and said hurriedly as if he was waking up from a dream:

"Yes."

Song Min stood up and walked to the desk and began to grind ink. His knees hurt terribly. Xiao Jingyuan rubbed the fine sand:

"What's new in the Queen Mother's palace recently?"

His hand suddenly paused, thinking of the Queen Mother's recent frequent visits to the palace by the maid Zhou Shan. Song Min blinked unnaturally and continued to study ink in his hand:

"Your Highness, no."

The air became silent again, and the ink under his hand had become evenly thick. Song Min said softly:

"Your Highness, that's it."

"Um."

Song Min stepped aside and called the palace maid to bring a basin of water. Xiao Jingyuan came over and put his hand completely into the water. His fingers with well-joined bones intertwined to wash the fine sand on his hand and sank to the bottom of the water. Xiao Jingyuan remembered the look of Su Xiaoxiao's red eyes just now. His eyes darkened:

"Light the incense to calm the spirits in the Queen Mother's palace tonight."

Song Min's breath stopped and he handed over a clean brocade handkerchief:

"Yes."

Xiao Jingyuan wiped his hands and wrote on the paper:

"Xinqu is the wall of the country. It must be defended. If there are any absconders, the nine Yi tribes will be killed."

After putting down the pen, the jade seal on the side covered the paper.

Inside Fengyi Palace.

Zhou Shan took off the heavy hairpin from Su Xiaoxiao's head, and slowly combed the soft black hair with the ivory comb from top to bottom. The woman in the bronze mirror had a vacant look in her eyes. She had grown a lot in the past two years, and her eyebrows were more beautiful. Before, when she looked at people with a more gorgeous and charming look, she was like honey, pulling on silk threads, lingering for no reason and making people blush. While Zhou Shan was sighing at Su Xiaoxiao's beauty, she couldn't help but regret that this delicate flower could only bloom in this lonely place. No one admires it within the palace walls.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't know the heroine's psychological activities. She looked at the panel in front of her and was very worried. 577 brought a new mission. The Hu people would invade the Imperial City of Kyoto in a month. The original owner used all his telekinesis to exchange for a She wished that she could send Xiao Jingchuan out of the palace safely. Since the outcome of death could not be changed, she even wanted to die with her father and brother.Xiao Jingchuan didn't need to tell Su Xiaoxiao that the original owner would find a way to send him out before the barbarians massacred the palace, but it would be very difficult to do this if his family members died together. As we all know, her system was really useless. She would be afraid of taking that Dali Pill again. It was the shadow that turned off on the road before seeing anyone.

Alas, how can one die in order to complete the mission?

After hearing the complaint, 577 jumped out angrily:

"I just haven't opened the permissions yet. I haven't said that you are useless as a host. Only the Mary Sue department can do that kind of thing every second."

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless:

"Aren't you still the heartthrob of the system? You haven't seen me the heartthrob either."

577 shouted in his mind:

"What we are doing is based on reality! Isn't Xiao Jingyuan obsessed with you? I've seen you all mosaic lately, and I'm the first in the assessment! There's no doubt about my ability!"

It will never say that it ranks first in theoretical scores and last in practical scores!It's all that mission's fault!

. . .

Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth:

"Why do you say this as if I gave it to him?"

A thin young man came in from the door with a pile of clothes in his arms. He walked to Su Xiaoxiao's side and placed all the clothes on the ground. Zhou Shan was puzzled:

"Su Bingbi, what are you doing?"

Su Xiaoxiao came back to her senses from the exchange with 577. Ah Jue pointed at the pile of clothes on the ground and looked a little proud:

"What's wrong? Ah Jue."

Ah Jue knelt down and picked up a pair of trousers. There were many holes cut in the crotch of the trousers. He asked for credit like a puppy:

"Xiaoxiao, pants, breathable, come up."

He went and asked, but he couldn't make a breathable chair, but he could make breathable pants. Xiaoxiao said that he had to use ideas and wisdom. He remembered that when he was young, his grandmother also cut his pants so big that the wind would blow over them. Cool.

The young man's eyes were bright and clear. He spread out each pair of trousers on the ground very seriously, as if he was doing some grand project. Ajue cut off dozens of pairs of obscene trousers. Zhou Shan blushed when she saw it. She didn't expect it. The Queen Mother would also agree to Su Bingbi touching such a personal and personal thing at will.

A mask of pain appeared on Su Xiaoxiao's face. She asked him to use his wisdom, but she didn't let him use his wisdom here:

"You cut it all off?"

Ajue raised his head and held several pairs of pants ready to be rolled out in his arms. He blinked and didn't understand why Xiaoxiao didn't look as happy as he thought. He lifted up the pants and placed them on Su Xiaoxiao's knees:

"Xiaoxiao, wear it."

Looking at the pants with holes all over them, Su Xiaoxiao fell into deep thought. It’s not that she didn’t want to give Ajue face. If she had worn these pants, the hemorrhoids on her buttocks in the winter would have been frozen before the hemorrhoids became stuffy. But Ajue’s eyes were sincere. Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take it, looking at the tattered pants and forcing a smile:

"Thank you, Ah Jue, I like it very much."

After speaking, he turned around and whispered to Zhou Shan:

"I'll make up for all this in a while, secretly, don't let him see it, this kid has a clear heart."

Zhou Shan suppressed a smile:

"Yes."

A young eunuch outside the door bowed his head:

"The Queen Mother, Su Xiwu, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, has sent me to ask for an audience."

Second brother?

Su Xiaoxiao stood up:

"Xuan."

Zhou Shan put on Su Xiaoxiao's robe and wanted to put her hair back into a bun, but Su Xiaoxiao held down:

"Don't be so troublesome."

This was the first time she had seen Brother Su in two years. Mother Su had come twice. Normally, she could not even see Brother Su's hair from above, let alone his appearance, through the thick bead curtain.

She just sat in the soft upper hall where coals had been placed early to keep her warm. After waiting for a while, she saw Brother Su rushing in. He first greeted him:

"Su Xiwu, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, pays homage to the Queen Mother."

Su Xiaoxiao called him to stand up. Su Xiwu looked anxious and said quickly:

"Mother is missing."

"what?!"

How could it be missing?

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly walked to Brother Su, and the young man lost his manners for a rare moment:

"We had dinner together yesterday and there was no trace this morning. Wan Yu was also missing. There was no sign of struggle in the room."

He paused and looked around, lowered his voice and continued:

"The studio didn't find anything unusual last night. This is the strangest thing."

The Su family's film company was established by the original founding emperor. It did not belong to any organization but belonged to the emperor. The Su family was the box and key of the film company and was managed on behalf of the emperor for generations. Only successive emperors were aware of the existence of the film company.

"The film company is not weak. If they don't notice it, there is only one possibility. There is a traitor in the house."

Su Xiaoxiao paced:

"Also, why was Wanyu taken away? Or maybe it was Wanyu who took away his mother."

Brother Su clenched his sleeves and his eyes gradually became filled with anger:

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but Wan Yu has been in the Su family since she was three years old..."

Su Xiaoxiao called Zhou Shan:

"I ordered that all areas leaving the city be closed except for the east gate. Anyone who leaves must be strictly investigated, and the Yulin Guards will be summoned to search the entire city."

She took off the token from her waist and handed it to Zhou Shan:

"Go quickly."

"Yes."

Zhou Shan took the token and trotted out. Brother Su looked worried:

"My mother happened to be kidnapped at this point. I am worried that it has something to do with my father guarding Xinqu."

New channel?

Su Xiaoxiao pursed her lips:

"I'm going to find Xiao Jingyuan. Second brother, you go to the east city gate and guard it."