Chapter 689: Where did you send the small wine?

Looking at the face of the dust, the face is tired, but the eyes are firm and the night is cold, Lu Zhan even wants to open the way to persuade, but it is impossible to persuade.
Had to helplessly follow the night after the cold, riding a high horse, quickly whip, and then rushed back to the capital.
After running three thousand miles, the night ink finally returned to the capital!
After returning to the capital, the night ink did not immediately enter the palace, but went straight to the four kings.
Because, the more you return to the capital, the closer you are to the Four Kings, the more disturbing the night is, the more intense it is.
In my heart, I remember the little girl.
I don't know, how can she be good! ?
Can remember to hang him! ?
On the occasion of doubts in the night of the night, when he jumped off the horse, he hurriedly walked toward the gate of the palace.
The guardian who stayed at the gate of the palace, and then saw the night of the cold, which suddenly came back, was a strange look, very soon, and some people went to the government, and the general manager went.
After Zong Shu received the news, he immediately rushed out to meet.
"Wang Ye Wanan, Wang Ye is not going to come back after five days!? How come back one day in advance!?"
In the night when I saw the murder of the dusty servant, Zong Shu’s face was first stunned, and a flustered color flashed away.
It was only very quick, and he was concealed by him.
When the red lips started, I immediately asked.
When I heard Zong Shu’s words, the night ink was just looking up and gently squinting at him.
When I saw the stunned flu in Zong Shuzhen, the beautiful eyebrows could not help but sigh.
However, the night ink cold did not think more about the other, the red lips slightly open, Shen Sheng said.
"When the king finishes the matter, he will come back early."
"Oh, it turns out that the old slaves are now ready for the family to bathe and change clothes for the prince."
Zong Shu said, while he was behind the night ink, he was planning to call the family to wait for the night to bathe and change clothes.
However, the night cold cold just raised his hand and said, Shen Sheng said.
"Without anyone else, let the little wine serve the king."
At night, the cold ink said, and the footsteps did not stop.
At this moment, he is really eager to see the arrow, can not wait to see the little woman now.
Although it was not seen in just four days, it was only for the four days that he was really alive!
What is the pain of Acacia, he immediately realized it.
I don't know, the little girl's mind is just like him! ?
When I think of it, the night is cold and sweet, it is sweet.
However, just as he missed the night in the cold night, he saw Zong Shu, who had been following him, and his body suddenly flicked.
"Wang Ye, a little wine, he is not in the government..."
"amount!?"
When I heard the words of Zong Shu, the night was cold and the body was moving forward. The body was first a meal. Immediately, the eyebrows were slightly stunned and the red lips were opened.
"What do you mean by this words!? What kind of wine she is, not in the government!?"
The night of the cold ink, the eyebrows, is the color of doubt.
However, when Zong Shu heard the words of the night, he only bowed his head, and his old face was like a dignified expression.
Seeing this, the night ink cold brow wrinkles more tight.
I only feel that the uneasiness of my heart is getting stronger and stronger.
After all, Zong Shu waited for him for many years, just as Zong Shu knew him, and he also knew Zong Shu.
Looking at Zong Shu’s appearance, the night is cold, and it’s a sigh of relief.
Then, a sense of anxious panic, it is like a flood of broken gates, slamming into the heart!
"Zong Shu! You said, what did you mean just now!? Little wine, she, where is the man now??"
At night, the cold mouth opened, and Emei asked.
In the tone, nervous and anxious, no disguise.
Wen Yan, Zong Shu's body was first shocked, then, with a pair of feet, immediately squatting in front of the night.
"Wang Ye forgives sins, the old slaves have already sent the little wine away!"
"what!?"
When I heard the words of Zong Shu, the nightmare of the cold night was even more shocking, and I looked at Zong Shu’s gaze, but I couldn’t believe it or shock it!
Although, he has already been mentally prepared.
However, when I heard Zong Shu’s words, my heart was still shocked.
It is no wonder that these days, he is always restless, flustered, always feeling, as if there are any bad things to happen.
It turned out to be...
Thinking of this, the night ink brows a glimpse, looking at Zong Shu's gaze, all doubts and dissatisfaction.
"Say, why are you doing this!? Why are you sending the wine away!? Where did you send her?!"
The night is cold, the tone is never harsh!
For other people, the night ink has always been strict!
However, for the old slave who has been serving him for many years, the night ink has always been respected.
However, at this moment, the night is cold and angry with him.
For the first time in my life, the night ink was used in such a harsh tone to ask Zong Shu!
Zong Shu heard that the back that had been slightly arched, first trembled, and then he opened his lips and said.
"Wang Ye, the old slaves are doing this for the prince. Hello! The old slave can't watch the little wine destroying your reputation and reputation. Or else, the old slave will go down to Huangquan, how can he follow? The emperor confessed to it!?"
Uncle Zong spoke, and in the end, it was even tears.
After all, for this noble man in front of him, he has been serving him for many years. Before that, the emperor was very kind to him. He remembered it in his heart. In the past few years, he has tried his best to take care of the four kings.
Nowadays, watching the reputation of Wang Ye is damaged, not only Wang Fuli, even if it is outside the capital, things about Wang Ye and the little family have begun to rumor.
In the future, Wang Ye’s reputation was damaged, and he had no choice but to make a decision.
All this, he is from the prince is good!
Even if Wang is angry and wants to punish him, he is willing!
Just when Zong Shu’s heart was firmly thinking about it, the night ink would never know Zong’s mind! ?
See you again, Zong Shu’s face is old and tears, and the body that has been obviously old, the night is cold and brows, and suddenly he can’t bear it.
Just, think again, the little woman was actually sent away by him, and the night was cold and angry.
The red lips were close, and the night ink gazing tightly at the old slave who was lying in front of him, and asked again.
"This king once again asks you, where did you send the small wine!"
The night is cold and the mouth is low and the tone is low and strict. Among them, there is a warning with no cover.
No matter what, now, he must first find the little girl!
Just as he was thinking about the night in the cold night, Zong Shu heard the words of the night, but he bit his silver teeth and said.
"The old slave will not say!"