The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

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As soon as the foul language came out, everyone around laughed: "Hahahahahaha."

Xiangjiu imitated their wretched ways, sniffed down his nose, and squeezed onto the poker table, Pai Jiuyi pushed: "Fate is nothing, I only recognize money."

"It doesn't matter whose godson it is, in the final analysis, we all cut off the root of our children and grandchildren, and went to the palace to seek wealth and wealth."

After finishing speaking, he signed his cards in a dignified way: "Come on, young master, I have brought enough money today, let's see if you have the ability to check it out."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they looked at each other for a moment, as if they knew it - Nanye's godson must be rich!beat her!

In the end, it was Xiang Jiu who won them over.

She draws cards neatly, plays cards boldly, with a chic and unrestrained posture.The opponents were so confused that they almost became her "little fans".

She grew up in Jujiu City since she was a child, and she has seen a lot of three religions and nine streams, and her gambling skills are not perfect, but it is enough to deal with these little guys.

Putting the silver into the sleeves, he proudly said: "Brothers, don't be discouraged, I will come back tomorrow night."

Everyone: "..."

On the second night, she really came, not only came, but also brought a full 200 taels of snowflake silver.

With a piece of silver in each hand, throwing it left and right made everyone's eyes straighten and their mouths water.

I wish I could pounce on her and hug her leg and call her daddy.

Xiangjiu was young, so he didn't want to recognize his son, so he said bluntly: "I want to recognize my father and line up a line, and report my name. In a few years, I will recognize each of them one by one."

Everyone nodded obediently.

Xiangjiu expressed that she was very comfortable and patted each other's heads.

Xu was in a good mood. This night, she showed her kindness, and the 200 Liangquan was used to benefit her future sons, and she didn't keep a single one.

Tired of playing Pai Gow, I went to fight a few crickets, and everyone worshiped her as the God of Wealth.Served tea and water, rubbed shoulders and beat legs, and made a complete set.

Ask: "Will Daddy Xiang come next night?"

"of course."

The so-called "one effort, then decline, and three exhaustion", after ten days in a row, Xiangjiu gained a reputation as the boy of good fortune by virtue of this persistence.

There is a midnight legend about her in the slave world.

It was passed on from ten to hundreds, and it reached Wang Gan's ears.

The Xianfu Palace was banned for two consecutive months, and the gang in the House of Internal Affairs stopped the daily and monthly allowances.

Don't talk about fishing for oil and water in Xianfu Palace, food and clothing have become a problem.

Hearing that Xiangjiu made good money every night, his heart itch, so he found a reason to slip away this night and went to Kunning Palace.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he never expected that this place would be so lively, almost catching up with the street performers.

Desperately squeezed into the crowd, stood in front of the card table, and unceremoniously lifted one of them away.

That person is full of luck, how can anyone find fault, his eyebrows are raised and he is about to curse.

Seeing clearly that it was Wang Gan, he was not afraid at all. Right now, Xianfu Palace is the most unpopular with the emperor's master, almost comparable to Leng Palace.

Then he yelled: "Ge Laozi's! Get out!"

Xiang·Scattering Wealth Boy·Jiu had the most right to speak, and said in a leader's tone: "Don't hurt harmony, harmony makes money."

He poked the other person's arm: "I have dealt with Eunuch Wang Gan before, and we are friends. If you are unlucky, let him come."

The man couldn't ask for it, so he personally invited Wang Qian to sit down.

With one foot hanging down and the other on the bench, Wang Gan bowed his hands to Xiang Jiu as a thank you.

Xiangjiu reciprocated, picked up the dice and gave him: "You roll."

The number of points thrown is six, and Xiangjiu draws the cards first.

Most of the people present were offended by Wang Gan, and spontaneously cheered for Xiang Jiu.

Xiang Jiu gave them a gentle look back, as a token of appreciation and gratitude.

Everyone: It’s a heartbeat, it’s too bad, I can’t hide my eyes~~

"Xiang Daddy is the best! Ahhh!"

"One glimpse, no regrets in this life!"

"Should I be the right food, my super sweet kind——"

"Damn it, I'm in love, I'm in love, brother Jieqi, think about it—"

Wang Gan: "..."

Wang Gan: Generally, things with shallow eyelids.

He stacked up the cards and touched Xiangjiu a chicken.

Xiangjiu countered him with five barrels a piece.

The two of you fight against each other, you come and go, and the time for half a cup of tea is full of swords, lights and swords, which is thrilling.

After a round of cards, Xiang Jiu lived up to expectations and won the final victory.

Wang Gan was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "One more round."

Xiang Jiu said contemptuously: "It's okay to come around again, do you have enough money?"

Wang Gan roared angrily: "If I lose, I will pay you my underpants."

"All I want is money so I can buy new underpants."

"Hahahahahahaha." The whole room burst into laughter.

Wang Gan's eyes turned red with anger: You bloody bastard!

Threat

Xiang Jiu raised his chin and continued to provoke Wang Gan.

Now, Wang Gan couldn't come down to the stage anymore, so he didn't give up and said without hitting the south wall: "I'll show you now."

He unbuttoned his belt two or three times, took off his coat and hat, and when the close-fitting inner was left... he hesitated.

The big guys are waiting to see him having fun.

Encourage him in unison: "Take off! Take off! Take off!"

"Hush—" Xiang Jiu gestured for silence.

"Don't make any noise, and bring the guards here later."

Turning to Wang Gan, he said, "Brother Wang, control your emotions."

If you take it off again, it will burn her eyes.

She smiled maliciously on her face half hidden in the darkness: "It's just a round of Pai Gow. There's no need to fight to the death. If you lose, just owe it. If you win it back tomorrow night, you'll be fine."

Wang Gan half-closed his eyelids: "Okay! You said this, it's not that I refused to give it up."

Xiang Jiu patted his arm to make him feel relieved, spread ten fingers and shuffled the cards.

She rolled the dice, and the number was five, and her previous player drew the cards first.

There are four hands played in a round of cards, and three players win and one loses.The loser is still Wang Gan.

He spat out: "Damn it, it's bad luck."

"Come again and again."

"It's okay to come again," Xiang Jiu felt a little bit of taking advantage of the fire, "the bet has to be changed."

"What kind of replacement?"

"A tael of silver."

The people who watched the excitement were not calm.

"Yo, one tael is added, and the monthly silver will be gone in one go."

"That's you, Wang Qian is the sixth-rank eunuch of Xianfu Palace, at most he is half a month's silver."

"That's not a lot. If Wang Qian is lucky tonight, he can lose for half a year after one lap."

Xiang Jiu folded his legs and said leisurely, "Gambling?"

Wang Gan retreated: "This..."

"Gamble, gamble."

"Don't be cowardly, just in case something happens."

There are people around to join in the fun.

Wang Gan has always been good-faced, but now he was so ashamed and thrown home, he really couldn't come down to the stage, being encouraged by others with a few words and a few words, his death spirit rushed to his head like wine with stamina.

"Just bet!" His erratic eyes confirmed.

result……

He lost again, and he lost badly.

It really made the spectators say that he lost half a year's monthly silver.

"Damn!" He pushed Pai Gow hard, fell to the ground with a bang bang, and angrily pushed into the crowd, wanting to eat the defeated wild dogs, and fled in despair.

Xiang Jiu called him from behind: "Brother Wang, come back tomorrow."

Return to Xianfu Palace.

Wang Gan was lying on the kang tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He wanted to go to the gambling table to make a fortune, but he didn't expect to lose his wife and pay back the soldiers. Now he has to tighten his belt to live.

What annoyed him the most was that the loser was Xiang Jiu.

"How can I be worse than her? Why can she become Nanye's godson! Why should everyone look up to her!"

"It looks amazing."

He sat up abruptly, punched the air a few times indiscriminately, and then he was not relieved, grabbed the pillow and threw it against the wall.

Several people in the same room were woken up by him, dared to be angry and dared not speak out, tucked their heads into the quilt, and continued to sleep.

The next day, he was on duty, dragging a broom and carelessly sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the gate of Xianfu Palace.

Click left, click right.

Suddenly it was autumn.

He bent down, picked up the fallen leaves with his fingertips, and raised them over his head to look carefully, looking at the color, veins, and size.

Then he threw it under his feet and crushed it with one foot: "Stomp you to death! Trample you to death! Trample you to death!"

"Let you be frightened! Let you show off your strength by relying on your godfather! Pooh!"

"Who made our brother Wang angry?" Xiang Jiu walked over with his hands behind his back.

If she was outside the palace, with her appearance, she would be an out-and-out romantic son.

And Wang Gan is the "young girl" she molested in the street.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Gan said coldly, pulling the broom tightly in his hand.

Xiang Jiu saw his little movements clearly, and was not afraid at all.

"Brother Wang, why are you so angry? Why did I win you last night?"

"Who can say for sure what happens at the poker table? There are winners and losers in the first place, so there's no need to make a difference with me."

Wang couldn't be fooled by her: "Go away quickly, don't block my work."

"That's right, brother, work hard, don't be lazy and deduct the monthly silver, lest you still have to pay the half-year gambling money you owe me."

"You!" Wang Gan's eyes turned red with anger.

He could see that Xiang Jiu had come here specially to make things difficult for him.

Xiang Jiu covered her mouth meanly: "Look at my stinky mouth, which pot can't be opened and which pot can be lifted."

"What do you want!"

Xiang Jiu held back the corners of her mouth, and put her arms around Wang Gan's shoulders: "Brother, take a step to speak."

Wang Gan opened her hand, and brushed off the clothes on her shoulders disdainfully, as if that piece was so dirty.

Not only did Xiangjiu not argue with her, but she even smiled apologetically: "Actually, I have something to ask for from my brother."

"Please?" Wang Qian said angrily, "You have the backing of Chief Manager Nan Ye, and you still need to ask for help?"

"Brother was joking."

Xiang Jiu turned his neck, looked left and right, and whispered: "I really need help from brother."

After she finished speaking, she opened her hand that had been clenched into a fist, and there was a small golden leaf lying on the palm.

Wang Gan's eyes lit up like the sun, and he stared at Jin Ye in a daze.

Xiangjiu stuffed it into his hand: "To tell you the truth, brother, I have a batch of goods that I want to transport into the palace, but there is no way to get there. I know brother, you have a good relationship with Duan Zi'an, the guard of Shenwumen, and I want to ask you to help me."

Duan Zian.

Wang Qian was shocked.

That was Ruan Ruge's distant cousin, the person who had been helping her bring hibiscus ointment from outside the palace.

He panicked: "You, you made a mistake, I don't know any jokes!"

Xiangjiu said inscrutablely: "The hibiscus ointment, hehe, is a good thing."

"If you want people not to know, unless you do nothing yourself."

"...you threatened me..." Wang Gan was dripping with sweat.

"That's wrong, I'm just reminding my brother."

"Wake up?"

Xiangjiu gave him another golden leaf: "Think about it, if the Dongchuang incident is revealed and the imperial lord finds out that you bought hibiscus ointment for Ruan Xiaozhu, the whole Xianfu Palace will be full of food, and you will bear the brunt."

"I'm just following Ruan Xiaozhu's order to get that thing back, why should I bear the brunt of it?"

Xiang Jiu said flickeringly: "Master Ruan has the support of the Royal Concubine and the Queen Mother, but she just thinks about her mistakes behind closed doors. You can weigh in, she made two mistakes in a row, which one is not the case."

"At that time, you will be her fattest scapegoat."

"It's better to follow me. There are plenty of money to be made. Help me bring the goods into the palace. The money earned will be split fifty-fifty. I won't treat Duan Zian badly!"

She had inquired about this joke a long time ago, the poor relatives of the Ruan family begged Ruan Ruge's father to find a position in the Shenwumen.

People are poor and short-sighted, and they are masters who can be bought by money.

Because of her words, Wang Qian's heart was agitated, and he bargained: "Tell me first, what kind of goods are you bringing in?"

Xiang Jiu paused and said, "It's also lotus ointment."

The eunuch in the palace lost his lifeline, and felt miserable. He gambled and smoked, in order to find a spiritual sustenance.

Especially those eunuchs with official ranks, after they have two dollars, they always like to ask someone to secretly buy some hibiscus ointment to enter the palace.

"I'll bring it in, find a place to hide it, and sell it secretly."

"You're crazy!" Wang Gan admired her courage, but she didn't expect that she looked soft and weak like a woman, but acted quite tough.

"What are you afraid of? Wealth and wealth are in danger."

"To tell you the truth, I originally wanted my godfather to open the back door, and I would share [-]% of the money I made with him. Anyway, it's my filial piety."

Xiang Jiu suddenly became ruthless: "Who knows that he is foolishly loyal to the imperial master, and he is yelling to break my legs, is he stupid! His life is gone, and he still expects his name to go down in history. Money is the real thing."

"When I have made enough money, I will stop serving others. I will buy a courtyard house in Dashilan, a daughter-in-law, and two maids, and become my own master!"

Wang Gan was moved by what she said, but reason still prevailed: "...I won't do it."

Xiang Jiu suddenly changed his face, and said gloomyly: "Then I will immediately expose you to the imperial master."

"Fuck! I'm going to expose you too."

"Heh, let's see if the prince believes in you or me!" Xiang Jiu didn't care.

Her "goods" are just lip service, but no actual action has been taken. Wang Gan is different. As long as he orders the search of Xianfu Palace, he will definitely find something...

Wang Gan was afraid.

"You threaten me."

"It can't be a threat. It's a profitable business. I want to share the blessings with my brother. Otherwise, how will you pay back the half-year gambling money you owe me?"

Her eyes fell on the golden leaf... It hurts her heart and her liver hurts her flesh.

The cost of being a eunuch is really high.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Nan Ye circled the octagonal gilt incense burner three times to the left and three times to the right, and couldn't help but said: "My lord, Xiang is a gambler, so don't worry about it."

He lost a total of 800 taels in ten days, and it was widely spread among the servants. When he first heard the news, his heart felt tight.

How long has it been before, relying on the favor of the emperor's master, he has become like this without any scruple.

Mu Surao was rummaging through the bookcase for the very secretly hidden "Pictures of Spring Palace Secret Plays"

After all, she is in love with Luo Baobao, so it will be useful in the future.

"800 taels is not worth mentioning. My family has a great career, so I can afford to lose 8 taels. Just as long as she is happy."

Nanye: The country is about to end.

"By the way, you quietly give her some money, take it from my private treasury, and let her gamble to her heart's content."

Nanye: Kiss, I suggest you abdicate immediately!

Assassinated

Mu Surao casually grabbed the book and threw it to Nanye: "You slander me?"

Nan Ye rubbed the big bag thrown from the top of her head: "How dare a slave."

He leaned over to pick up the book, blew off the ashes on the book cover, and held it into Mu Surao's hands.

"I see you are very brave!" Mu Surao came down from the wheel ladder, making a gesture to throw him away again.

Nanye shrank her neck, moaning and screaming in pain.

"It looks like you're worthless." Mu Surao put his arm around him, walked into the desk, and sat down to rest.

"Have you found the prince?" Nanye asked.

"No." Mu Surao said in frustration.

It's strange to say that she clearly remembered to put the secret play picture on the third row from the left on the fifth row, but why can't she find it!

"The servant asked Jing Xi to come and find him, so you don't have to tire yourself out."

Mu Surao panicked in embarrassment: "...No need."

"...Then what book are you looking for? The servant asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to go to the library to have a look, but there is exactly the same—"

"No, I have nothing to do in my free time, just exercise my muscles and bones."

Nanye glanced at the pile of memorials.

Nan Ye: Don't you care about the life and death of the common people?

Mu Surao lowered her head to sip tea with a guilty conscience, hiding her dodgy eyes.

Nan Ye continued to work hard: "No matter how bad the bookstore outside the palace is, there will always be some, and the slaves will send someone to buy them—"

"Don't." Mu Surao resolutely refused, she was planning to leave the palace for a walk.It has been three months since I came back from the southern tour, and I have been bored in the Hall of Mental Cultivation all day, and I am so bored to death.

In a few days it will be the Double Ninth Festival, and she will take Luo Baobao out of the palace for a stroll, not to mention secret play pictures, she will buy all the banned books.

Fortunately, Jing Xi entered the house in time to save the scene: "The emperor's son, Li Henian, Mr. Li, has returned to Beijing, and is waiting for you outside the palace."

"Quick announcement."

Before the words were finished, an old man with gray hair came in through the curtain, his steps were firm and steady.

He held up a corner of his official robe, bent his knees, and bowed three times to the person on the throne.

Mu Surao came to him and helped him up: "Teacher, I said before, you don't have to perform this great gift."

"There are no rules, no rules, the imperial master is careful and careless and lost Jingzhou."

Mu Surao had two fears in his life, one was afraid of ghosts, and the other was afraid of Li Henian's mouth, but when he opened his mouth, it was most likely preaching.

Changed the conversation and said: "Teacher has worked hard all the way."

Li Henian's tone became weak: "It is the duty of a humble official to share the worries of the emperor's son, but it is a pity that this time, I have failed your great trust."

Mu Surao frowned slightly, turned her back, and paced slowly.

Li Henian said again: "My lord, please drive away from the left and right."

He is notoriously dislikes eunuchs, and always thinks they are sneaky, sneaky rats, and he is on guard no matter what they say or do.

In the same way, the eunuchs didn't like him either, Nan Ye was one of them, he nodded at Mu Su Rao, and led Jing Xi to retreat.

The curtain opened and closed and shook three times, and there were only two people left in the room.

Li Henian paused, and Fang said: "The minister brought back two pieces of bad news, one is worse than the other."

Mu Surao guessed one of them: "Zhaoyaolou refuses to submit to the imperial court?"

Li Henian nodded slightly, and said the second: "They apologized for the table, and told this humble minister one thing."

Mu Surao's face became more serious: "Say."

"The secret agent who sneaked into the inner city is the second city lord of Jujiu City in Beiyuan."

"This person seldom shows up in Jianghu, but he has a great reputation. He is extremely dangerous and might endanger the safety of the emperor's son."

Mu Surao snorted coldly: "Then I'll have to meet him for a while!"

This night, the first autumn rain fell since the beginning of autumn, and it was not big or small.

Everyone was unprepared, wondering that this autumn would come quietly, and they all suffered from the autumn rain and the cold, so cold that everyone sneezed.

Cursing, this damn ghost weather.

Fu Mo'er didn't care, she worked in the small kitchen all day, the most busy thing was lighting the fire, she was still warm all over.

Xiangjiu ran in sullenly, slapped the raindrops off his body indiscriminately, squatted in front of the stove, and stretched out his ten fingers to roast his claws.

Fu Mo'er joked with her: "The work is done, don't be lazy again."

Xiang Jiu said angrily: "There is nothing to do. A rain has ruined all the flowers and plants in the yard. Just wait and see, tomorrow morning, there will be broken leaves and roots all over the ground."

"I've done nothing today."

Fu Mo'er pushed her from behind, let her get closer to the stove, and roasted her wet clothes together.

There was a sudden commotion outside, which interrupted the friendly interaction between the siblings.

Xiangjiu was free, so she ran out to inquire, seeing the eunuchs and maids discussing something together, her brows and eyes were restrained with eagerness.

"What's wrong? The moon silver has doubled?"

The eunuch who led Xiang Jiu to the Kunning Palace to gamble waved to her: "Brother Xiang doesn't know yet."

Xiangjiu approached him, took a handful of melon seeds he handed over, and started to chew: "Know what?"

The eunuch suppressed his voice: "The emperor's son has been assassinated!"

Xiangjiu's ears buzzed immediately: "What!? Where did you hear the nonsense! Don't be damned, you dare to spread it indiscriminately."

"Really. I'm from the same town as a third-class guard in Zunyi Gate, and we have a little friendship. He told me...just two hours ago."

Xiang Jiu threw all the melon seeds on the ground and made a short salsa sound: "There are more!"

"I don't know if it's Zhao Yao Lou who did it. Anyway, it's a gangster sect, and its influence is not small."

"Lord Li Henian returned to Beijing early this morning, entered the palace in a hurry, and brought back—" the eunuch paused, "He left the palace under a secret decree three months ago, and brought back the last emperor's edict. The assassin did not know where he knew about it. , Entering the Hall of Mental Cultivation at dusk is like entering a land of no one."

Someone interjected: "In my opinion, he was trying to steal it, and it was purely an accidental injury to the emperor's son."

Another court lady echoed: "That's right, that's right, killing a king is a serious crime of copying a family and exterminating an entire family, how could that person have the guts."

Everyone swarmed up.

"What do you know, people in the Jianghu, each with his head on his belt, is not afraid of death at all."

"Anyway, he won't be able to run away. The imperial guards are leading a search from one palace to another."

"The imperial lord hastily summoned the ministers of military affairs overnight to discuss matters, and all the gates of the palace were blocked by heavy troops."

Xiangjiu thought they were noisy, grabbed the eunuch by the collar, and said fiercely: "Where is the imperial master, you are seriously injured!"

The eunuch spread his hands and shrugged: "That's unknown."

Xiang Jiu violently pushed him away and rushed into the rain.

When the eunuch was hit by her, his center of gravity was unstable, his feet slipped, and he fell into a small puddle.

The others watched the excitement and laughed at him as a drowned chicken.He angrily scolded Xiangjiu: "Hurry up and reincarnate!"

"You don't understand this. People are worried about their godfather. If something goes wrong, the backer will be gone."

Xiangjiu's legs were like the wheels of a cart, and she didn't dare to stop for a moment, as if rushing to see Mu Surao for the last time.

It took only a cup of tea to reach the Hall of Mental Cultivation. She was really tired, leaning against the auspicious jar, panting heavily.

But he kept murmuring "Swagger Building" in his mouth.

She wondered if Zhao Yao Lou also sent secret agents into the palace?who is he?What kind of identity is he pretending to be?Has she been found already?Is it by her side?

There are many problems, all of which are unsolvable.

The water in the tank was as clear as a mirror, and the raindrops made ripples, reflecting her flushed and distorted face.

Suddenly there was another face - Jing Xi.

Xiang Jiu shivered in shock: "Jing Xi... Father-in-law."

"Come on. Come with me."

Without hesitation, Xiang Jiu followed him around half a circle from west to north, and arrived at Qixiang Gate.

This place is separated by a wall from the West Sixth Palace, and Xiangjiu is no stranger to it, she used to come here often to collect excrement buckets.

But they all looked at it from a distance, and didn't dare to lift their feet, because after passing through this gate, and then entering the two hall gates, it is the Yongshou Gate, and inside the gate is Mu Surao's sleeping hall.

"Me, this way?" Xiang Jiu asked.

Jing Xi's eyes sparkled: "Don't be afraid, go, the imperial master is waiting for you."

This tone of voice did not show the sadness of Mu Surao's assassination, but it seemed to urge her to go to bed, and it was a deep blessing from the heart.

Xiangjiu: I, want, go, go home.

Kiss

Xiangjiu guessed that Mu Surao was intact, but she didn't expect her to be so intact, not a single hair was missing.

It seems that the assassination was fake, even the fact that there was an assassin might be fake.

But when it comes to Zhao Yaolou, Xiangjiu is very confused.

Jujiu City and Zhaoyao Tower have been at odds for many years, and when she heard its name, she felt a little like "the wind is jittery, and the grass and trees are all soldiers".

"What are you thinking, so preoccupied?" Mu Surao looked at her blankly outside Yongshou's gate, feeling a little emotional.

Take her paw, walk through the backyard, and head towards the sleeping hall.

There are guards on the left and right!How decent, what kind of decent!

Xiangjiu struggled, trying to withdraw her claws, but Mu Surao seemed to be fighting with her, and would not let go.

"Prince—" Please don't be fooled by my beauty.

Mu Surao threatened: "If you make any more troubles, I will chop off your claws!"

Xiang Jiu immediately became quiet.Lowering her head, she let Mu Surao lead her like a little daughter-in-law.Leading through the stone path, leading through the veranda, leading into the sleeping hall...

"The slave asked the emperor's master, Jin'an." Xiang Jiu wanted to hit him a thousand times, and took back his claws by the way.

But Mu Surao still didn't let go, and stared at her with a smile, his eyes were full of Chi Guoguo's love, very bright.

The orphans and widows are in the same room, and they still have such eyes.

Xiangjiu's heart was full of alarm bells: "My lord, this servant is just here to see if you are safe. Since...you are fine, this servant will return now. There is still a lot of life to do—"

"I'm more important than your pile of work!" Mu Surao suddenly wrapped her neck around her, pressing her warm palm on the back of her head.

Xiang Jiu was terrified at this moment, her upper body leaned back slightly, her lips moved, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

"Stupid." Mu Surao asked softly.

"Slave..."

"Quickly answer." Mu Surao pursed her pink lips.

Xiangjiu: Does your harem know what you are doing now?

Xiang Jiu bowed his head to the evil forces and said, "Of course the emperor's son is important."

Mu Surao gave a sip, and kissed her lips.

Soft to the touch and fragrant.Xiang Jiu's face was like a fiery red monkey's buttocks, and also like that boiling water, puff puff puff, steaming.

"Prince...Prince, you—" she said in a tone of embarrassment and annoyance.

"What?" Mu Surao blinked her beautiful eyes, her black thick and curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings, flying up and down, scraping Xiang Jiu's heart every time.

Xiangjiu:! ! !

Hooligans! !Absolute hooliganism! !

Mu Surao has been an emperor for ten years, and his ability to read people's hearts has been perfected early, with half-closed eyelids, he said calmly, "You don't like me kissing you?"

Xiang Jiu bowed his head to the evil forces again: "No."

"That's what I like."

bar.

Mu Surao took another mouthful.

Not as gentle as before, very domineering, as if declaring sovereignty.

Xiangjiu silently accepted the favor from the emperor.

"The servant of the imperial master is really leaving, and the servant should keep watch tonight."

Mu Surao tightened her circle, and said, "Tomorrow, I will make an order for you to serve in the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Xiangjiu: I'm afraid they are serving on the dragon couch in the Hall of Mental Cultivation!

"The servants are very good in Yikun Palace. Meng Xiaozhu is soft-tempered and treats the servants equally."

"Zhenhui is better than her." Mu Surao said coquettishly, "Come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, come here~~"

Fragrance Can't Stand It Nine: Sister, I want to go back to Beiyuan! !

"My lord, distance produces beauty."

Mu Surao got angry, and pushed Xiang Jiu away, as if he was not relieved, he gave another bunch of small punches.

Xiang Jiu felt reborn, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Followed behind Mu Surao and persuaded: "Your servant is favored by Meng Xiaozhu, and he was able to enter the harem from Xin Zheku, but it took a month to enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation, it is too fast, others may not know what to think of this servant."

"At most, it's just saying that you are serving the king with color!" Little flames danced in Mu Surao's eyes.

Xiangjiu wanted to give her a thumbs up, for an emperor, he opened his mouth to say "serve the emperor with color", and his consciousness is very high.

He also knows that he is a "meat king"!

"The slaves are just arranged by them, the emperor's master is gold and jade, how can he—"

Mu Surao looked at her with a "Zhen Neng" expression.

Xiangjiu turned around, choosing to ignore it.

Mu Surao: I am a lucky person.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Mu Surao continued to sulk at the mirror, while staring fixedly at Xiangjiu in the mirror—learned from the experience and lessons of failing to play temper last time, which can effectively prevent Xiangjiu from sneaking away.

Xiangjiu didn't want to run away this time, she came all the time, so naturally she couldn't come in vain, she had to find out some news and go back.

Squatting down beside Mu Surao's legs, holding her hand, he said with affectionate eyes: "The status of a slave is low, and I am fortunate to have the favor of the imperial master. I am lucky in my life. Occasionally thinking about the love of a slave is enough."

Mu Surao didn't believe her nonsense, but the pent-up anger dissipated, and she said softly and coquettishly: "Smart words."

Xiangjiu got cheap and acted like a good boy, sitting next to her, Mu Surao tilted her head, and leaned on her shoulder.

"Just now I frightened the servant, thinking that the imperial master was really assassinated." She was full of acting skills, turned Mu Suluo's body, looked up, down, left, and right, "Quickly let the servant see where the injury is."

Mu Surao was unprepared, grabbed her ear with both hands: "There is no assassin at all, I am lying."

Xiang Jiu thought to himself, I guessed so.The face is still full of doubts: "I don't believe it, my master, don't lie, what hurts?

"There are rumors in the palace that there are people with nose and eyes, and they all say that it started because Mr. Li Henian brought back the last emperor's edict, and Zhaoyaolou sent people to steal it."

She is a professional spy, when to say what to say, what tone to use, and what expression to use, she knows everything just right, with almost no flaws.

Although Mu Suluo is a woman who is dazzled by love, she is shrewd in her bones, and whispered to Xiangjiu: "I will tell you when the matter is over, the less you know right now, the better, so that I won't worry."

Xiangjiu failed once, and came for the second time: "The slave is just curious, please reveal a little bit."

Mu Surao's heart softened, and he bargained: "Then you agree to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to accompany me."

Xiangjiu didn't compromise: "Change a condition."

"No change, no negotiation."

So Xiangjiu fell into thinking: Should she sacrifice her appearance in exchange for useful information?

The answer is no, even if she dies, she will never be seductive.

This is the character and bottom line of meticulous work.

"Imperial Master Ziguang will make fun of slaves, so don't tell me if you don't say it." Xiang Jiu gave up lending Mu Su Rao his shoulder and got up to leave.

Mu Surao hugged her arm and didn't let her move: "I'm worried about you, I want you to be carefree forever, just stay with me obediently."

Xiangjiu: You idiot.

Did Li Henian bring back the last imperial edict?

Xiangjiu was worried about this issue, and the night was cool, she was wrapped in a quilt and sat cross-legged on the kang, thinking about Ye Qian's Hall of Mental Cultivation.

This idea seems dangerous, but it is still very feasible, and she has confidence in her lightness kung fu.

After a battle between heaven and man, she felt that she shouldn't take risks.

But meticulous work is a desperate business.

Although she is not short of money, the face of the second city lord of Jujiu City still needs to be maintained. It has been more than half a year in the capital, and the task is still in its infancy, which is really embarrassing.

Of course, this is speaking from an impulsive level.Rationally, one thing she has to worry about is, what is the purpose of Mu Surao's claim to be assassinated, and what is the purpose?

Even if he slipped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, does the will really exist?If it exists, where does Mu Surao put it?

My dear mother.There are so many fucking problems.

Xiang Jiu scratched his head and scratched his head for most of the night, but he couldn't figure out why.

So I went to ask Maitreya Ren, a generation of writers.

"In my opinion, it's worth the risk." Maitreya stretched his sore waist from writing his autobiography.

While stretching, he looked up at the old tree in the yard.

Analyzing: "The empress only admitted that the assassination and the Zhaoyaolou assassins were fictional, but she didn't say whether the will is true or not."

"It's a bit...mysterious."

"Also, Li Henian left the capital for three months without any reason. Where did he go? What did he do? It's so strange!"

"According to what you mean..." Xiang Jiu dragged out a long voice.

"Dry it!" Maitreya stomped his foot violently, shaking off the few dead leaves left on the old tree.

"Second City Lord, I'd rather believe what I have than believe what I don't have!"

"It's been so long, it's time to play big!"

Xiangjiu still has no idea: "You can do it!!"

Maitreya Ren: "Then let's think about it in the long run."

Xiangjiu: "..."

night clothes

It was a cold night again, when the roommates were sleeping soundly, Xiangjiu changed into night clothes, and ran away through the window.

Her hands and feet are light and soft, like a soft cat, rushing to the Hall of Mental Cultivation while flying over the eaves and walls.

Crouching on the roof of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, blending with the night behind you.

The guards patrolling back and forth did not notice anything unusual.Xiang Jiu calmly counted the steps under their feet.One step, two steps, three steps... it's now!

She rolled a somersault, then swooped in the air, crossed the huge courtyard, and stuck behind the stone pillars under the porch.

Another line of guards came.

She held her breath, raised her breath, and climbed up to the corner arch.

After several times of dodging, he finally found a window, climbed into the west wall room, walked out to Meiwu, and on the other side of Meiwu was Sanxi Hall.

Although Xiangjiu is a frequent visitor to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, every time he just wanders around the Dongxi Nuan Pavilion and the Sleeping Hall, it is the first time he visits the other places.

In the dark, she was a little dizzy, so she settled in the middle of the room, identified the direction by the moonlight, and found a small door.

She didn't dare to move forward rashly, she grabbed the door frame and stretched out her neck.

Yo, she is familiar with this place, Xinuange, she has been here before.

The territory of this place is not big, you can see the bottom at a glance, and there is absolutely no one.

Xiang Jiu stepped in, turned to the left, entered the Hall of Qinzheng Qinxian, and blew on the fire notes beside the ebony case, using this little light to search for the so-called late emperor's edict.

One after another.

Xiangjiu hopped: "Zou Zhang is too much of a motherfucker!"

It took less than half an hour to go through one by one, and found nothing.He ran to Dongnuange again, and stepped on the wheel ladder next to the bookcase.

She thought that Mu Surao would not put important things in a conspicuous place, so she stretched her paws to the back of the bookcases, trying to figure out some hidden ones.

While groping around, she came across a booklet that was crushed tightly, and her intuition told her that this thing was extraordinary.

Put the fire pocket in your mouth, use the milk