Chapter 22 A half-wife asked, laughing crazily

The half-wife asked, laughing and calling virtuous.

Coincidentally, I met Jinlong Piao Shi Shan, and Jiabei was upset.

Jinguo on this day is very lively.

"What announcement... What's written on it?" The purple-faded grandmother stood in front of the imperial list with crutches, squinting her eyes and asking the young people around her.

The young man replied kindly, "It is said that the emperor wants to make Prince Mo Princess Xiande. Because the virtuous prince's concubine found out that she did not mobilize the imperial guard, she said... she was misunderstood. But what's the use of chasing the seal for those who are all dead? Poor Chi's family died tragically. The young man shook his head with a sigh.

The old woman asked in disbelief, "You mean the Chi family? Is the crown princess the daughter of the former prime minister?

"Yes, yes! Don't you know the old man?"

The old woman fainted when she heard the news in shock. The kind-hearted onlookers hurriedly sent her to the doctor.

No one knows who the mother-in-law is? I just went crazy when I woke up and giggled for a while when I saw people.

Since then, Jinguo Jincheng can always see a crazy woman smiling and asking, "Prince Xiande, are you Prince Xiande? Ha ha..." Then there was a giggle.

Chu Zhaoran took his little noble son out of the palace for a walk. He was about to leave in front of a store and was stopped by a crazy woman. The little nobleman shouted, "How dare you stand in our way."

"Little Guizi!" Chu Zhaoran looked at the crazy woman who giggled at him with a smile, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"Princess Concubine Xiande. Ha ha..."

Chu Zhaoran asked doubtfully, "Does the old man know Prince Xiande?"

Suddenly, the crazy woman looked around in fear and then lowered her head, "I don't know, I don't know!"

Chu Zhaoran lowered his eyebrows and sighed, "Little Guizi."

"I'm here."

Seeing Chu Zhaoran looking at himself, Xiao Guizi took a silver ticket from his sleeve and handed it to the crazy woman, and then followed Chu Zhaoran's departure.

And the crazy woman looked at the silver ticket in her hand, "Princess Xiande." Then he ran to Chu Zhaoran and pulled Chu Zhaoran's sleeve.

Xiao Guizi's sissy voice shouted loudly: "Isn't it enough? Let go."

"It doesn't matter! Old woman, I'm going back."

"Young man, the person you think is in the north."

Xiao Guizi wanted to scold and was stopped by Chu Zhaoran. Chu Zhaoran asked the old woman seriously, "How can you see? Who do I want to see?"

"Believe it or not, the fate is not over. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this. Attack. Attack."

Looking at the old woman's mouth that Chu Zhaoran had been talking about the attack, Chu Zhaoran gave up the desire to ask again. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled reluctantly, so he planned to go back to the palace. The old woman did not grasp it again. Looking at the old woman and running crazily again, Xiao Guizi said disgustingly, "It turned out to be a madman. What's wrong with Your Highness today?

Chu Zhaoran didn't look at Xiao Guizi and habitually picked up the hairpin of Wuxi Pavilion, "No attack." When he was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered that the little noble son behind him ran straight in the direction of the old woman, but the old woman had already disappeared.

The little noble son who caught up with him asked breathlessly, "Your Highness, what is this?"

"Little Guizi, tell me to find the old woman. She just called it was attack. I still remember that when she saw this palace, she called Prince Xiande. North? Where is the north?"

Seeing this, Xiao Guizi shook his head with a sigh, "Your Highness, the north is Yanguo. But His Royal Highness, that's crazy. Can you believe what she said?

"I can't let go of any possibility."

"Your Highness, didn't you see the princess buried with your own eyes?"

Hearing this, Chu Zhaoran's shocked excitement suddenly cooled down, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly, "Chi Mo, you really have the ability. Unexpectedly, I even lost my basic judgment. Haha..."

"Your Highness..."

"Haha..." Looking at his master, he laughed so loudly and cheerfully, but Xiao Guizi knew that the more exaggerated he laughed, the more painful the master's heart was.

And Wu Xi of Yanguo took a bath in the Sichuan King's Mansion, changed into clean clothes, and drew his eyebrows thick with thrushes. Perhaps it was the eyes of the King of Sichuan, but he really couldn't see that it was Xin Xi.

"Finally, it's a little human." Leng Chuan changed six beautiful concubines to serve and hum.

Wu Xi looked at Leng Chuan with a sneer, "Thank you for your praise."

"Although I plan to ask you to support His Royal Highness, I still want to know how your martial arts are? Indifference."

"I'm here."

"Let's compete with him."

"Yes! "Your Majesty!" As soon as he took the order, he said to Wuxi, "I've got it!"

Then he pulled out a knife and gave it to Wuxi. Wuxi gently resisted the indifferent sword with the fan in his hand. He didn't think the sword was as sharp as the sword. Unexpectedly, he failed to pierce the paper fan in Wuxi's hand. Wuqi sneered and flew back, which made the woman present stunned. I don't know how many women, including the concubine in Leng Chuan's arms, were unattacked. The superb martial arts was shocked. Looking at the fan in Wuxi's sudden separation, the indifferent sword was about to stab Wu Xi's heart. Wu Xi slightly dodged the sword on one side, and then clicked the ground together, knocked the sword with a fan, flew straight to the handle, and turned the indifferently in the direction of the sword. He didn't want Wu Xi to use his feet to cross up and down to avoid the sword, and then With a gentle push with a fan, the sword stabbed the indifference that had been retreating, stabbed the indifference's ear, and almost stabbed the indifference's neck.

He shook his hand indifferently and bowed his head sincerely, "Brother Xie Chen, please show mercy."

From the sky, he stood elegantly back to the place where he had just stood, "Concession."

Leng Chuan's applause woke up the people who watched it and applauded vigorously, "I don't want Chen Mo's martial arts to be so good. It seems that I have treasured it today! Haha..."

Wu attacked and modestly held his fists, "Thank you for your appreciation."

At this time, it was a relatively favored red flower beside the prince, and said enchantingly, "Congratulations to the prince."

"The red flower's mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, haha! Indifferently prepare a sedan chair to enter the palace.

"Yes!"

With Leng Chuan entering the East Palace, he was a little worried that Leng Ye would recognize himself. But when he saw Leng Ye, he just looked at her faintly and answered, "Uh-huh! Thank you for your concern. Whether he is qualified to be the personal bodyguard of the palace depends on his ability. Man, let's stay for the time being!"

Leng Chuan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Don't work so hard! It's all over."

I don't want Leng Ye to send out the guest order coldly, "If you're okay, go back to home first!" After saying that, Leng Ye looked at the memorial in his hand without raising his head.

Wuxi, who stood aside, didn't know what to do, so he stood there quietly without looking at the cold river that slipped back to his house.

I don't know how long it took. The busy sound outside gradually disappeared. I don't know that after a long time, it got dark outside.

And Leng Ye actually kept looking at the memorial in his hand, occasionally rubbing his neck and frowning occasionally.

I don't know how long it will take. Leng Ye raised his head and asked Wu Xi, who stood there motionlessly, "Do you know why you came here?"

"Protect Your Highness."

"Protection?" Leng Ye asked gently, then put down the things in his hand and looked left and right, "Have I seen you somewhere?"

The surprised attack masked the panic in his heart and answered calmly: "The little one has never seen your Highness. The small public face may be more familiar.

Is that so? Mitong was sent by the palace to kill the enemy. During this period, you can be the personal bodyguard of the palace for the time being!"

"Yes!"

"Pity father-in-law."

At this time, a husband came in and said, "The old slave is here."

"Became him down! Your name is Chen Mo?"

"Yes!"

"Go to the next room with him." After saying that, Leng Ye stopped looking up and continued to work.

Wu Xi looked at Leng Ye, who had changed a lot, and there was a trace of guilt in his heart. Then I went to the lower room with my father-in-law.

Do you want to live with so many father-in-law? Wuxi saw that there were so many people living together in the lower house, and he was almost not scared.

"This is the inferior room of the servant. Chen's bodyguard is His Highness's personal bodyguard, and he lives in the servant's room of the bodyguard.

Wuqi exhaled, and it was okay.

But passing by my father-in-law's room and coming to the bodyguard's room next door, Wuxi felt that there was no difference.

They are not father-in-law, they are all bodyguards.

"This is the best guard room, a five-person room. Take a rest first! Will His Royal Highness make arrangements tomorrow?

"Arrangement?"

"Yes! Because His Highness's close bodyguards should live in His Highness's inner palace hut. The old slave left first.

Wu Xi nodded in a daze. Looking at the stinky house, Wu Xi pinched his nose and walked in.

There are only four people in it.

"Are you new here? Hello, my name is Lei Wen, and everyone's name is Ah Wen. We are all third-class bodyguards in the palace. A delicate young man introduced himself cheerfully, and then pointed to the scholar-like man who was practicing calligraphy and introduced to Wu Xi, "He is Yang Gang. The one who is sleeping is a blue disk. Everyone calls him Fatty. And the one carved in wood at the door is a black cow. What's your name? Brother."

Looking at the strange four people, "Call me Chen Mo. What is a third-class bodyguard?

"Third-class bodyguard, the imperial bodyguard is first-class, and then the first-class bodyguard of our East Palace is the hermit guard of His Royal Highness, and the second-class is the personal bodyguard next to the prince. Then it's us, the third-class bodyguard, which is a bit like an entourage, isn't it, lamb?

The scholar-like man didn't raise his head and said angrily, "It's okay to talk to me."

"I'm disturbed."

"It's okay, it's okay! He is like this. He worships His Royal Highness and learns to write by himself every day, but after studying for so many years, he still hasn't learned much.

"Oh!" Wuxi sat in his own bed and looked at the beds connected. Wuxi sweated coldly. It's really self-abuse.

"Why are you so reserved like a woman? Feel free to do it!"

Looking at the sincere Ah Wen, he nodded gratefully, "Thank you!"

"But I'll tell you! In this house, don't be curious when you hear anything in the middle of the night. Don't walk around.

"Why?"

Chapter 22 *End