Mao Guoer stood timidly beside him, looking at Emperor Yongxi.

The emperor in front of him showed a hideous expression, almost beating himself to death immediately-

"Your Majesty, I am poor when I was a child, I learned to pick the lock..."

Emperor Yongxi looked at him coldly, "Didn't you go and get me cold brewed herbal tea?"

"I'm bullying the king... I have to spend two or three hours in Bingli Town..." Mao Guoer stuttered, lowered her head, and shivered constantly.

"You are looking for death." Emperor Yongxi narrowed his eyes.

"I dare not!" Mao Guoer knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. "I am born to your Majesty's man, and die to your Majesty's ghost. I just want to get closer to you... Master used to be half a step closer..."

Emperor Yongxi narrowed his eyes again, cursed the old eunuch slave in his heart, looked down at Mao Guoer again, and his expression slowed down three points, "What do you want?"

"I, I..." Mao Guoer raised her head and looked at Emperor Yongxi, with a trace of power flashing in her eyes, "I want to be as rich and so majestic as my master... I am young and will definitely be able to serve Your Majesty for a few more years than my master..."

This is the real truth.

Emperor Yongxi sneered, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked at the lock in front of him, and his eyebrows moved slightly, "Can you pick the lock?"

Mao Guoer hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Yes. However, I dare not let you go in alone. If someone has ulterior motives, I am afraid of your Majesty's safety..."

"Do you want to go in with me?!" Emperor Yongxi's eyes narrowed dangerously again.

"No, no!" Mao Guoer's face lay down to the ground again. "What I mean is that if Your Majesty can be sure that there is no danger in going in, I will pry the lock. But if Your Majesty has doubts, I will never dare to touch the lock!"

Emperor Yongxi stared at his head for ten breaths before whispering, "I want to discuss something with others. You follow me in. No matter who sends you, don't leave the door."

Mao Guoer knocked her head firmly on the ground, "Yes!"

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...

Zhong Huanyang was on the recliner in the southwest building, looking at the news in his hand, opened his mouth wide and stunned for a long time before he came out with two words.

"Damn!"

Ah, who was kneeling beside him, looked at him with his head and slowly distributed the tea. Then he gently pushed a cup to his hand and said softly, "Xiaolang, as you ordered, there is not too much spice."

Zhong Huan looked at the sky blankly without making any sound, but his legs were raised high and fell down weakly, and his hand holding the note also slid down on the edge of the recliner. The two simple lines of words on the long thin paper fluttered in the wind, as if they could fly away at any time.

"Xiaolang? The tea is cold and not delicious..." Ah Qian was always dissatisfied with those who disrespect the tea he ordered, even if this person was the little man whom he regarded as the god.

"So big happened! I'm still drinking yarn tea! Ah?! I'm making yarn! Isn't this nonsense?! I said you, ancestors! The lid of your ancestors' coffin is so fucking that I can't hold back!"

Zhong Huan, who had finished his dullness, jumped up and kicked him on the recliner, then broke the long handle of the silk fan that he had always loved, then picked up the small coffee table beside him and smashed it on the ground, entering the crazy mode.

Ah was frightened and looked at him straight, stammeringly shouting "Xiao Lang stop", but couldn't move.

Fortunately, Dong Yi was also sitting on the tree in front of the building to wipe the sword. When he heard the movements on the building, his face changed. The sword was put into the sheath with his backhand, flew up, and landed directly on the top floor. He reached out and hugged Zhong Huan.

"Xiao Lang!"

Zhong Huan's sweaty eyes were gradually returning to normal, and the expression on his face seemed to cry but not to cry, murmured.

"I'm so stupid, really. I just know that those bloody plots will appear in the plays in the book. I don't know that I was also in the plays in the book. Those dirty and dirty things actually appeared in front of me in such a light manner..."

Dong Yi frowned and whispered, "Little Lang can't figure out something, why not discuss it with the head of the family?"

Zhong Huan cried and hugged Dong Yi, "What did your master say before leaving? Did you forget it? I can't find him, so I can only wait for him to find me!

"Even if he knows, he will happily ask me to 'self-salary office'! I was fucking like a coolie by him!

"I'm not here to be a romantic playboy, I'm here to devote myself to my whole life until I die! I want to go home! Even the 18-hour surgery is more worry-free than this!"

Dong Yi, who was so hugged by him that he was froze, tied his arms and subconsciously lowered his head and asked him, "What is the 18-hour surgery?"

Then his chin was placed above Zhong Huan's head. This touch scared Dong Yi immediately raised his hands a little longer, raised his chin high, pointing to the sky. His posture was like a high priest somewhere in the southwest praying for rain.

Zhong Huan sniffled in grievance, "Hometown dialect, describes the handsome hard work."

After saying that, he slid down from Dong Yi's body and squatted on the ground in an extremely indecent manner, covering his forehead with one hand and pinching the news in the other.

Suddenly, the note was taken away by Dong Yi and got directly next to Ah Chi's tea stove. In just one breath, it turned into several wisps of green smoke. "All the news will be burned after reading it. Xiao Lang should not commit it again in the future."

Zhong Huan looked up pitifully at him, "I have no one to discuss it."

"Princess?" Dong suddenly realized the person Zhong Huan trusted the most.

But Zhong Huan shook his head firmly, "I have to wait for the opportunity to tell the second fool in front of me. Otherwise, I was afraid that she would be stupid and turned around and learn from the old lady. If that person's eyes were not rubbed, the country would be broken into pieces in an instant..."

Dong Yi also squatted down and looked at him strangely, "Is that not good?"

"The creatures are in trouble!" Zhong Huan glared at him, "What's good about it?"

Ah, who had recovered from his senses, saw a carriage parked outside the courtyard wall with sharp eyes, and hurriedly said softly, "Xiao Lang, a guest is here! It seems to be the carriage of the Xiao family."

"Xiao family?"

Zhong Huan suddenly stood up, with a trace of thought on his face, and waved his hand to Dong Yi, "You went out to welcome me, and said I had something to do today and would not see the guests for the time being."

Dong Yi also looked out of the yard and said slowly, "Xiao Lang, it's not the young master, it's that one."

"That one cannot be seen even more! I am now in a state of chaos, and I can't hide my expression or words. If you ask him to stroll around at home, you can get out when you meet Old Man Yan."

Zhong Huan said impatiently.

Dong saw the young man outside the yard who looked up and looked in his direction froze slightly.

"I really can't stand it, just tell him that I'll go to Xiao's house to have dinner tomorrow night and ask him to pick some delicious food waiting for me. I'm in a bad mood and want to eat sweets."

After saying that, Zhong Huan sat on the floor, opened his mouth with a sad face and howled, "Why is my life so miserable..."

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Chapter completed!