Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"I've washed it, is it my turn to wash my aunt?"

　　"Auntie wait a little later. Jing'er should go to your grandma first, but she is a little anxious waiting."

　　"it is good."

　　Liu Shimei was already in the bath at this time.

　　The rippling pool exudes smoke, and a large number of rouge rose petals float on the water. In the hazy mist, the charming and white figure in the bathtub is enough to become a beautiful enough to make any man in the world bloody. picture scroll.

　　"Is the mirror here?"

　　"Well, I haven't had time to wipe my aunt's back, so I can't wait to come over to find my grandma."

　　"I know it's sweet."

　　"My heart is sweeter."

　　The little saint who said these words laughed loudly.

　　He fiddled with the rose petals next to him.

　　Because there were too many roses, the surrounding hot water was a little red, but it smelled very good... an elegant floral fragrance, which seemed to be the empress dowager's usual body fragrance.

　　So this can actually be regarded as making flower tea?

　　But when it comes to the scented tea, the little saint suddenly realized that if the Queen Mother's bathing water flows out of this pool, I am afraid that all the men in Jing'an City will scramble to drink it up if they break their heads?

　　That kind of scene is really funny to think about.

　　"The Empress Dowager, the wine has been warmed, please use it."

　　On the edge of the bathtub, Jiang Muqin knelt and waited on the side with a respectful expression.

　　She has now been informed of the identities of Liu Shimei and Gu Shiyun, the queen mother of Yun Zeguo and the princess of Yunzeguo... But in a small place like Jing'an City, Jiang Muqin has never heard of the existence of Yun Zeguo, but this is not the case. It doesn't stop her from doing so.

　　She now has her wish, and the only thing that can entrust her to live is the promise she made not long ago.

　　Otherwise, she, who has completely lost her goal and is all alone, doesn't know what to do in the future.

　　"Well, Aijia try it."

　　An exquisite wine glass was handed to Liu Shimei's hand.

　　Jiang Muqin was boiling rice wine.

　　The brown-yellow and clear wine is scalded into the sweet and sour elegance of green plums. The faint ginger flavor is not offensive. When you drink it, you immediately feel a sense of comfort and warmth in your stomach. The only thing left between your lips and teeth is the mellow wine. fragrant.

　　"The wine is hot, not worse than Qinghe's."

　　"It's mainly because Senior Qing He said that the Empress Dowager prefers sweet and sour plums."

　　"You, if you've done it well, take it. You don't have to use Qing He's name to cover it up."

　　"Yes."

　　"Jing'er... um, it's so naughty and cute."

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　　Fang Mingjing was playing with the flowers in the bathtub.

　　He picked up the most beautiful rose petals he had seen and put them on the Empress Dowager's skin. Although a wave of water in the bath immediately dislodged the petals, he still enjoyed it.

　　Jiang Muqin turned a blind eye to this scene.

　　After a while, the empress dowager finally stopped him from playing, hugged him, Fang Mingjing laughed, and then looked at Jiang Muqin.

　　"Sister Muqin, is there any fun here?"

　　"The little prince asked about the inner city of Jing'an?"

　　"Yes."

　　"...I don't know. The Jing'an City I heard when I was in the Jiang family was mostly a place of sensuality. I'm afraid it's not suitable for the little prince to play."

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　　Jiang Muqin shook her head. When she was in the Jiang family, because she was regarded as a bargaining chip by the head of the Jiang family, she didn't have much contact with the outside world.

　　"Isn't there anything interesting then?"

　　"Interesting thing..." Jiang Muqin seemed to have some memories, "Although it is not detailed, I heard that a tomb in Wushun will be opened recently. City Lord Fu holds the key to enter the tomb, and he originally planned to enter the tomb in Wushun. Today's wedding seeks cooperation from various families in Jing'an City."

　　What Jiang Muqin said was actually something that everyone in the upper and middle classes of Jing'an City had already known about, but she didn't know about the more specific content.

　　The tomb... is actually a kind of secret realm.

　　It's just that different from the ordinary secret realm, the former is also the burial place of the owner of the secret realm, so this kind of tomb owner usually stores all the wealth and inheritance in his life in it.

　　It seems to mean that...

　　Before coming out to play this time, Fang Mingjing actually brought a small notebook for himself, on which he remembered a lot of things he wanted to do.

　　For example, go to the most ordinary small village, to give arrogant people a beating, to participate in a secret realm that is completely unclassified and pitiful...

　　And the tomb that the Lord of Jing'an is concerned about can probably fulfill his condition, right?pill.

Chapter 567

　　Late at night.

　　At this moment, Jing'an City, which had been chaotic for a long time, finally fell into relative silence. There were almost no pedestrians on the street. Only the soldiers in the city carefully patrolled in the form of twenty steps as a post.

　　There is a curfew in the city today.

　　No way, after all, today was supposed to be the big day of the City Lord's Mansion, but City Lord Fu suddenly raised the butcher's knife to several families in the city in the afternoon, causing the people in the city to panic.

　　In order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, Fu Honghao ordered a strict curfew.

　　That's why Jing'an City is extraordinarily quiet tonight, the doors are closed everywhere, and there is no light on the streets.

　　But at this moment, the city lord's mansion is brightly lit.

　　Especially in the room where Fu Honghao was at the moment, the cigarettes in the brass cast animal-shaped incense burner on the red sandalwood table were dense and scattered.

　　The young city master Fu Yong was also there.

　　He was wearing a black shirt, separated by Xu Yuan, and because of the incense lingering in the house, he couldn't really see Fu Honghao's face.

　　"Why, but I'm sorry that I was shaved today, and I still can't bear to miss your Jiang family?"

　　Fu Honghao looked directly at Fu Yong, twisting the beads one by one in his hand, his tone was calm.

　　"No, it's just a vase. Although the boy feels a pity, he knows how to measure." Fu Yong said without hesitation.

　　"It's best if you think so."

　　Fu Honghao was quite satisfied when he heard the words.

　　Apart from the fact that the child's talent for cultivation is only one step worse than that of him back then, there is really nothing to be picky about.

　　There is a city government, know how to advance and retreat, not playful.

　　Because of these three points, Fu Yong's reputation in Jing'an City has always been good.

　　But just in case, Fu Honghao stopped playing with the Buddha beads and said, "Jiang Muqin has climbed a real high branch now, that is the real existence above the nine heavens, let alone you and me, even if it is the monarch in person You can only kneel in humility.”

　　Recalling the shock when he saw that chariot in the daytime, Fu Honghao is still shaken to this day.

　　The frog living at the bottom of the well can never forget the shock when he finally saw the vast sky. The breath of the monster with four heads leading the car already made Fu Honghao want to pay homage, let alone the car. Rinnei regards this monster as a person who is used by livestock to pull carts...

　　"The child understands, father."

　　Fu Yong lowered his head to respond, but his eyes were somewhat uneasy.

　　He really didn't care about a woman like Jiang Muqin. After all, after seeing Gu Shiyun and Liu Shimei's demeanor, Jiang Muqin's attraction to him really faded a lot.

　　However, when recalling the peerless elegance of those two people, the heat in the young city lord's heart could not be dissipated for a long time.

　　For Fang Mingjing, Fu Yong is really jealous - he is also a man, why is the gap so big?

　　"Okay, the tomb of Jianxuan will be opened after seven days. This is an opportunity that you must not miss. Get ready as soon as possible." would be interested in the tomb."

　　"Father is going to invite him to the competition?"

　　"yes……"

　　Fu Honghao originally wanted to win over several big families at the wedding, and find a few outstanding young people in Jing'an City to go with Fu Yong, but today's incident completely disrupted his plan.

　　Just ask the senior Gu's meaning...

　　Fu Honghao knew that most of the other party disliked the tomb of Jianxuan, but the little prince was young after all, so he might think that senior would find it suitable for him to experience it?

　　Anyway, this is a kind of flattering behavior.

　　Fu Yong's eyes flickered after hearing this, but his face remained calm.

　　"It's all up to my father."

　　"Go down."

　　"Yes."

　　Fu Yong withdrew.

　　There was silence for a moment in the incense burning room, and then I remembered the sound of the beads being moved.

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　　It's a little warm in that room...  

　　On the luxurious agarwood ebony bed, Fang Mingjing, who had just finished bathing, was full of vitality and played on it.

　　Liu Shimei approached him with a smile.

　　Dressed in a red luan and gold silk phoenix clothes, and a gorgeous red robe hanging down on the ground, the queen mother walked towards the edge of the bed with lotus steps.

　　"Grandma~"

　　Fang Mingjing looked at her, and her voice was a little milky.

　　Liu Shimei's eyes suddenly became moist and full of water, and seeing Jing'er's cute appearance, she couldn't help but feel sweet and hot in her heart.

　　Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hugged him: "Why did Jing'er enter the house so early today, Aijia thought you were naughty and sneaked out again."