Chapter 552: Pure and witty and handsome 27

Marshmallow thought about it and said, "Is it alright?"
A Zhao asked: "What is okay?"
Marshmallow A: "The man was approached by the emperor two months ago, and the emperor revealed his identity in the world. The minister of the DPRK was not very close to the man, but in the past two months, he has surrendered to the man. The male aura...the male master is under the head."

Everything is perfect.
Marshmallow finally made a summary.
Azhao: "..."
She looked at the marshmallows and stared for three seconds.
"You know what I am asking."
The cotton candy committee said: "The system can only roughly explore the male-related and task-related parts. This, emotional, is not in the business scope of marshmallows."
Azhao: "..."
She had some headaches and licked her forehead: "Forget it, wait for my mother to come, let me ask her."

In a quiet and deep mountain outside the capital.
Zhan Ming is standing here.
Two months ago, there was a temple and there is now a temple.
The temple where he lived was burned. How many things did it involve? How could the emperor not know?
The palace was furious and found a ancestral chamber. Wen Wangxin was sent to the fiefdom. The king who had always been loved by the palace was cut off by the king, and the confinement was closed.
The emperor loved the grandson who had not seen for many years. He knew that he had a deep affection for this grown up. He sent a skilled craftsman to come here, imitating the former temple, rebuilding a temple, planting trees and laying grass. .
I can’t see the traces of the burns that have been burned.
But it is not the same.
The followers behind him saw Zhan Ming for a long time, and some were uneasy: "His Royal Highness?"
Zhan Ming shook his head: "I am staying here tonight."
Followers are anxious: "His Royal Highness, it is not safe here, we still have to rush back to Beijing as soon as possible..."
Zhan Ming glanced at him sideways and successfully blocked the words of the followers.
They all said that the grandson of Taisun had been a monk since he was a child, and his Buddha was very strong, and he had developed a temper who was not allowed to enter the cold.
However, from the temple, the followers did not see the family's compassion. Instead, they felt that the grandson of the grandson was like a jade carving. Although it was very expensive and expensive, it was cold and cold, and there was no popularity.
At that glance, I couldn’t see how harsh it was, but it was inexplicable and it made people shudder and didn’t dare to talk.
"You are all guarding outside, without my instructions, not allowed to come in." Going to the door of the familiar small courtyard, Zhan Ming’s eyes trembled and said faintly.
"Yes."
The backyard door was closed.
The courtyard is silent.
Zhan Ming slowly walked into the house.
open the door.
Bed, table, stool, green cloth futon.
There are even two books on the table, one of which has been opened a few pages and spread out in one corner.
The people sent by the emperor were really powerful. They were so powerful that the original owner of this house could not see a half-point.
But even if you can't see it, it's still fake. False and true, it's a little different.
Zhan Ming glanced at the room with no expression, and went out.
He went to the yard and walked to the stone table where he had been sitting countless times and sat down.
From the afternoon, sit until dusk, and then to the willows on the moon.
He sat so quietly, didn't say a word, didn't move.
Unfortunately, the yard is still the yard, the donor who lives in his yard, but does not come.
After a while, Zhan Ming looked up and finally got up.

The third is more.
See you in the evening~