Evil lazy little queen mother: the royal family has evil spirits

Chapter 2 What do you want to do?
It's really sad. Fortunately, I didn't get stabbed to death as soon as I put it on, otherwise it wouldn't be worthwhile.

Pavilion Master, it seems that his identity is also extraordinary!

But you can't let others see that you are a fake and shoddy product. Before you figure out the surrounding situation, you still have to use this identity to live on!

If you don't pay attention, not only will you not be able to retrieve your 13-year memory, let alone the origin.

Just as she was thinking, a faint fragrance of laurel floated into the room with the sound of the door opening, Wenyin looked up at the visitor.

I can't help but be disappointed, as expected, no matter what era it is, everyone loves to be mysterious, and the handsome Mr. Zhuo Shijia in front of him, of course, removes the iron mask hanging on his face.

It is no surprise that Mr. Zhuo Shijia is behind the twins just now.

Seeing the gentle and elegant Mr. Zhuo Shijia, his eyes scrutinized Wen Yin's face for a while, and then he scanned the untouched dishes on the table. At the moment Wen Yin blinked, he heard two "pops", Qingxuan and Zichen's faces With five finger prints each, the two quickly knelt on the ground: "This servant deserves to die, my lord, please calm down."

"Damn it, then you don't have to live."

Mr. Zhuo Shijia's words were cold and ruthless, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Yin's, "Do you know where you should die?"

Without waiting for the two to answer, the Young Master continued, "Because you didn't serve your master well, what's the use of keeping people who don't know how to wink?"

Xu Yanwenyin suddenly felt a chill. Although his words were meant for the twins, they were a warning to himself. It seems that the pavilion master is just a puppet and a tool, and the young master is the real boss.

Thinking of this, Wen Yin couldn't help but feel desolate again in his heart, this fate is really miserable!
Before complaining enough about himself, Mr. Zhuo Shijia went to the table and poured a cup of tea to Wenyin's bed. Avoiding the injury on Wenyin's back, he helped Wenyin and handed the teacup to her mouth.

Wen Yin is also not polite, no matter what Mr. Zhuo Shijia thinks, at least in his own eyes now he is just a timely help.

Wen Yin drank the tea with his hand, then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him silently, the best defense is to not move the enemy.

Mr. Zhuo Shijia waved his hand, and the teacup landed firmly on the tea tray. Wenyin was admiring, this is the legendary martial arts, but he pretended to be calm on the surface. "You go out!"

"Yes."

The door was closed again, and Mr. Zhuo Shijia sat down on the edge of the bed.

(End of this chapter)