Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

Under the dark night, the wheels rolled, rushing all the way to the west.

Tu Muxue was struggling constantly in the bumpy carriage and was grabbed by An Hong and pressed firmly in the depths of the carriage.

The girl was sweating profusely, her face was yellow and ugly, and her painful eyes narrowed, trying to lock Minglan's awl face in the blurred vision.

"Is that you? Minglan, is it you!"

Minglan sat calmly, his lean body swaying slightly to the left and right following the carriage.

"What? My eyes are dead?"

He asked in a loud voice, with contempt and arrogance, and one side of his eyebrows flew diagonally.

Tu Muxue gritted his teeth with bitterness, and his expression was as cold as iron.

"Damn Dongchang, that vicious Lengqingtang!"

Ming Lan sneered

"Cold-faced Governor, please keep a low profile" Chapter 17 The Building Will Fall (1)

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