Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Hearing the word peach, the girl's black eyes moved, staring at a plate of pink peaches on the table, swallowing her saliva, grabbing the bowl from Ye Yinchen's hand, and raised her head cooingly He poured down a bowl of pitch-black soup.

Immediately, Bai Nen's little hand stretched out, "Bring the peaches."

Ye Yinchen laughed and handed over a full plate.

Seeing that the girl's cheeks were stuffed up, he squinted his eyes contentedly, looking very much like a well-fed beast, so his ink eyes also curved up.

"Your Majesty, why didn't you see Rong Lin?"

Bai Zhen devoured the peach, "Well, I just don't want to see him. Didn't you always get jealous before? Wouldn't it be better if you didn't see him."

Bai Zhenyun lied lightly.

She actually just subconsciously felt that Rong Lin was a little evil.

But she couldn't say what was wrong.

Anyway, it's better to keep your distance from him.

Ye Yinchen nodded lightly, but did not speak.

For several days after that, Rong Lin would come to see him with the prepared soup.

But they were all dismissed by Bai Zhen for various reasons.

On Jun Wuxue's side, within three days, he brought a group of male pets and returned to her Guangping palace in a mighty manner.

Bai Zhen stood on the bell tower, took the reluctant expression she looked back at the palace into her eyes, and giggled.

Bai Zhen returned to the palace, and Jun Wuxue was beaten back to the original form of King Guangping.

Everything seems to be going on its original trajectory again.

Bai Zhen, as usual, slumped in the imperial study early in the morning after mixing, sometimes sleeping soundly, and sometimes whistling to play with the birds outside the window.

It can be said to be extremely boring.

She spilled a handful of millet and watched the birds flying down from the tree, scrambling for food.

She put her head on her hands and muttered, "Hurry up and eat, and when you're done, fly far away. Because here, things are going to change."

As if they understood her words, a few birds fluttered their wings and flew away.

**

The weather has not been very good for the past few days.

The rain was pouring and raining, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

It was already summer, and when the wind blew on this rainy night, there was still a bit of coldness.

In the mansion, Jun Wuxue was stuffing the letter to transfer troops back to Beijing into the envelope, and the window was suddenly blown open by the wind, making a clanging sound.

She looked up, put down the letter, and got up to close the window.

Of course.

Jun Wuxue just stretched out his hand.

I felt a gust of cold wind pouring into my neck, and murderous aura invaded.

She subconsciously wanted to turn around, but someone was faster than her. Before she could move, the long sword mixed with the cold rain and night had already touched her neck.

Jun Wuxue shrank involuntarily.

She turned her head slowly.

A black iron mask came into view.

As if relieved, Jun Wuxue raised his hand and pushed the sword edge away, and said, "Why are you here?"

But Jian Feng remained motionless.

Seeing this, Jun Wuxue scolded coldly, "Take the sword away! Are you crazy?"

The person on the other side didn't care, the dark eyes behind the mask exuded a frightening cold air, and even the voice seemed to be filled with ice.

"You gave the information to Xiliang and Beiling?"

Hearing his question, Jun Wuxue froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Why, didn't you give me this information? I'm just adding fuel to the fire to make Jun Wuyue die faster, isn't it just what you want? Speaking of which, you should thank me."

The long sword approached for a few minutes, leaving a thin bloodstain on Jun Wuxue's neck. Under the mask, the black eyes narrowed slightly, extremely cold, "Who told you to act without authorization!"