The Seventh Bride of President

Entering the study, Qin Wuyan clenched his fist: "put out all the lanterns. If the saint comes here tonight, arrange Qinghuan to serve. Don't disturb me!"

His face was so ugly that the guard promised to step back.

Qin Wuyan locked the door and window of the study, walked to the low couch step by step, lay down and closed his eyes.

The limbs have no strength, but the brain is more and more sober: Min Zhihang and min Huizhu really have no bottom line.

Now that he is a substitute priest, it is unreasonable for him to dare to use such indiscriminate means to deal with him.

However, with min Zhixing's suspicious nature, today he wrote on paper and recommended two people to be the leader, but they are min Zhixing's confidants.

If min Zhihang trusts these two confidants, he is naturally willing to recommend these two people to the position of Guard commander. If he doesn't trust them, he will press them down and recommend the other deputy commanders to the position of commander.

However, no matter how min Zhihang chooses among the other deputy commanders, only those who take office can be Qin Wuyan.

I just don't know when Xiaoyu will return to the priest's house. Today is the last day of the old year, and tomorrow is the new year. It is agreed that their husband and wife will keep the new year together

Qin Wuyan could not resist the fatigue in his eyes. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After sending Qin Wuyan away, min Zhixing returned to his study, unfolded the paper Qin Wuyan handed him, looked at the two names above, and frowned fiercely.

These two men... Did they rebel and become Qin Wuyan?

Min Zhihang looked dignified, opened the document, crossed out the name of one of them in the letter of appointment, transcribed a copy again, selected one of the remaining Deputy commanders and wrote the name of that person

The guard's low voice sounded outside the door: "master, everything is going well."

Min Zhixing stroked his palm and almost smiled happily. He opened the door and asked, "have you really reached Chuang Tzu?"

"Yes, when you asked the guards to take the sacrifice to Chuang Tzu, the sacrifice did not object. They thought it meant to sacrifice, so they sent people directly to Chuang Tzu..." the guard said again: "people have entered Chuang Tzu. According to our plan, the sacrifice will probably not wake up before noon tomorrow..."

Min Zhihang nodded with satisfaction: "well, well done, go down."

When the guard left, min Zhihang was full of joy. Tomorrow is the new year. Who dares to speak?

Min Zhihang's wishful thinking is excellent. He stares at the hourglass on the table. He has never been like this for a moment. He wants the sky to light up quickly.

Min Huizhu's carriage drove into Zhuangzi and stepped into the courtyard as usual. Looking at the dark yard, she said unhappily, "why did you put out all the lanterns in the courtyard on New Year's Eve today?"

The guard was neither humble nor arrogant: "we said on behalf of the sacrifice that only those who are in a dark light have the mood."

Min Huizhu: "

This is a deliberate response to her. Even a small guard dares to laugh at her. After tonight, clean up you one by one