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Picking up a stone as a hidden weapon, Qi Yan shot it towards the person in the tree from a certain distance.

Qianye, who was still dozing off, sensed the approaching danger and immediately woke up, leaping into the air to avoid the stone attack.

Seeing Qi Yan not far away, he turned over and jumped from the tree, landing in front of the man.

"My lord, you stayed up most of the night, why did you come out?"

"I also want to ask you, what are you doing with your sneaky cat in the tree when you are up in the middle of the night? I thought it was an assassin!"

"Master Shen didn't arrange a guest room for this subordinate. I can only spend one night in the tree." Qianye replied with a miserable look on his face.

"No one will leave you here, right?" Qi Yan glanced at the guard angrily, his eyes lowered, and suddenly fell on the white cloth wrapped around the other person's arm.

That little girl Yinzhan, I really don’t know how she did it, the bow tie is so ugly,

The key point is that she stares at him very diligently and changes his dressing in person every time. It's not enough to refuse.

As a result, he was ridiculed by many of his colleagues, and now even his prince thinks he is ugly.

Sensing his master's gaze, Qianye retracted his arms in embarrassment.

"I know that this bag doesn't look very good, but compared with the previous one by the prince, I think it's actually not bad."

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he was kicked on the calf. When he looked up again, he found that his master had walked away.

"Hey, my lord, where are you going?" Qianye limped behind, holding his left leg that was so painful from being kicked.

"Go to the kitchen." Qi Yan said calmly with no expression on his face.

"What is the prince doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night?"

"Boil the noodles!"

"Your Majesty can also cook noodles, so he won't blow up the kitchen, right?"

Qianye has been with his master for almost ten years, but he has never seen his master go to the kitchen before. He couldn't think of anything to say, and subconsciously vomited it out with a sigh.

"Are you talking too much lately?"

A sinister gaze shot over his head, and Qianye, realizing that he had said the wrong thing, quickly covered his mouth.

"Go back to the palace and sleep!" Really not wanting to talk to this guy, Qi Yan said in a deep voice and quickened his pace toward the kitchen.

"Yes!" Qianye responded awkwardly.

After all, his curiosity couldn't be overcome. When the man walked away, he followed him secretly, wanting to see what his prince's pointing hands looked like holding a kitchen knife.

As expected, Qi Yan was not very good at using various utensils in the kitchen.

He went to scoop up the noodles with rough hands, but his face was covered with flour. Qianye, who originally just wanted to take a peek, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After being discovered, he turned around and wanted to run away quickly, but his movements were not as fast as his prince's.

Qi Yan casually rolled some dough into a hidden weapon and knocked the guard off the roof. When his butt landed on the ground, Qianye felt like he was about to be smashed into eight pieces.

"Now that you're here, help me light a fire!"

In fact, what the guard said before was no problem. He went to the kitchen once when he was eight years old, and that time he almost blew up the imperial dining room.

He wasn't very good at lighting fires, and he also had some psychological problems. Now that this guy had followed him, Qi Yan simply took Qianye as a labor force.

But it turned out that he had a high regard for his bodyguard.

Qianye, who was forced to put the duck on the shelf, spent a long time thinking about it, but he didn't understand. Qi Yan's noodles were ready to be put into the pot, but there was no spark under the pot.

Not only did he not light a fire, but he also filled the room with smoke. Qianye was choked with snot and tears, and coughed from time to time.

"You can't do anything, why don't you just pack up and go to the border, so that you won't be in the way of me all day long."

Qi Yan was also choked and his eyes hurt. He kicked the guard away in disgust and took a fan to fan himself.

"My lord, my subordinate is actually fine, but my arm is injured and I can't perform well!"

Injury added to injury, Qianye rubbed his butt that had just been broken into eight pieces and kicked, feeling as if he was aggrieved as a little daughter-in-law.

"Go back to the palace immediately for me. I'll give you a day off tomorrow to recover from your injuries. You don't have to follow me!"

Did this guy really hurt his arm? Qi Yan felt that he might have hurt his brain.

The world without Qianye was finally clean. He opened the doors and windows and put out the smoke in the room. Qi Yan squatted next to the pot and started to light the fire.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Shen Wan did not see her man coming back, so Shen Wan was so sleepy that she dozed off.

If she wasn't still hungry, she would really fall asleep.

When she had nothing to do, she passed the time by rummaging through her old toys, but she accidentally saw a small locked box in the cabinet.

Recalling what was inside, Shen Wan was startled and woke up instantly.

There seemed to be a lot of similar "evidences" in her boudoir. If Qi Yan discovered them, she would be gone.

No, she had to destroy the body quickly before he came back.

But where did she put the key to the small box? After all, it was a lifetime ago, and Shen Wan couldn't remember it for a while.

Just as she was rummaging around, the familiar sound of a man's footsteps came from the door.