After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Seven days later.

The tyrant, who had indulged in the pleasures of pleasure enough, finally decided to return to the imperial court.

The moment Wen He saw her, his eyes almost became wet.

I have no heart to blame others, my self-PUA is top-notch, I won’t say a single harsh word, and I deal with the accumulated government affairs by myself working overtime.

Missing you is something I feel every day, worrying about you is something I must express, and love is hard to express. Our Majesty is the best!

All members of Suikong have a kind of beauty about the monarch that is like a dog licking him until his brain stem is missing.

Even the loose dark red court robe on him could not hide his delicate features, and his fair face was as clear as a beautiful jade.

The man smiled, a light like broken jade shrouded his handsome brows, and his clean and beautiful eyes looked particularly beautiful.

"His Majesty."

He stepped forward, raised his arm, and held up the hand of the girl who was about to get off the bus.

Pu Ran had a great time playing outside these days. Her fair cheeks were rosy, like the pink peach blossoms on the branches, and her spirit was obviously very good.

This also made Wenhe feel relieved.

Recalling the precarious state of His Majesty when he just returned from Licheng, his pale face, and weak breath, he was almost frightened to the point that his legs and feet went weak and he could not stand.

Now that I have recovered my energy, it is understandable that I put aside my government affairs and go out for a few days to have fun.

He helped her out of the carriage and became happy: "Are you happy?"

Puran nodded happily: "Happy!"

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but raise his lips and reveal a faint smile.

"By the way, Wenhe."

Pu Ran got out of the car and took back his hand. He looked far into the distance at the blue sky and white clouds outside the palace city and reminded: "Before going to Licheng, I gave you an imperial edict. Do you remember?"

Of course he remembered.

His Majesty also instructed that it should be opened only when the time is right.

The man meekly lowered his eyebrows and eyes and agreed: "Remember."

But he still wondered, what is the right time?

There was no hint last time, so this time the monarch was in a good mood and his tone was particularly brisk, like the clinking sound of ice cubes in plum juice hitting the wall of the bowl.

Cool and slightly sweet.

"Perhaps I made a mistake in my prediction. There is no need to open this imperial edict again."

Wen He curved his eyes and said, "Okay, I will listen to your Majesty."

"Of course, plans cannot keep up with changes, so the imperial edict is still with you."

"it is good."

"No peeking!"

The girl turned around, clenched her fist and gently hit him on the chest. It didn't hurt, just like a sign that the agreement was established.

Wen He suppressed his laughter, his chest rising and falling, and he responded obediently, "Okay."

In the palace full of splendor, the autumn scenery does not feel bleak or desolate.

If I had to say that it was just the autumn wind that was a little bleak, the girl walking in front was so brightly colored that she seemed not to belong to this painting.

She put her hands behind her back and walked without caring about anyone, listening to the report from the man behind her.

It’s no big deal.

Three clergymen are about to die.

The situation was serious. Wen He frowned and said sadly, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the three adults won't be able to hold out for a few more days."

"Since returning from Licheng, I have been bedridden and look emaciated."

The three people who were so powerful and had always been the pillars of Shattered Sky were so sick that they couldn't even get out of bed. Their appearance was extremely heartbreaking to outsiders.

Only someone as careless as Pu Ran could happily go out and play for seven days.

"You are mistaken."

Wenhe heard the monarch in front of him speak calmly.

“I think the three of them are pretty good.”

Wenhe: “…”

When you say good, you mean the judge who is so sick that he can't take care of himself, can't accept his current appearance, and is so collapsed and fragile that he wants to cut his wrists with bamboo shoots?

Or is he the supervisor who wants to bump into someone even while drinking fish head and tofu soup?

Or should he replace the sickbed with a coffin, lie in it with his eyes closed to rest, and wait for the judge to bury him?

He suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and agreed against his conscience: "I also think they are good."

Pu Ran squatted down to pick the flowers and paused, looking at him sideways with a sigh.

If you do this, maybe I will really fall in love with you.

If you like to listen, talk more.

Wenhe quickly thought of a way to fulfill the monarch's lie: "In this way, Your Majesty can hold a new round of priest selection competitions, and they should retire after they have achieved success and fame."

Just die, it doesn’t matter. Our Majesty has no shortage of people anyway!

We can definitely select a better group to serve Your Majesty!

I really like this loyal dog spirit.

With her slender white fingers she plucked a purple hydrangea, and as she stood up her skirt fluttered like ripples on the water, creating a dreamlike scene of stars in the sky.

The tiny gemstones on the skirt sparkle brightly in the sun.

"Bend down."

The man leaned forward, his long crow-feather eyelashes slightly closed.

A hydrangea was pinned behind his ear by the girl.

He paused, then slowly raised his hand to touch his temples, his eyes focused on the most noble and unique monarch in the world, to whom he served.

The eyes and eyebrows are like the clear sky in the south of the Yangtze River, unique and beautiful.

The other person had a smile in his eyes and playfully touched his hair across his cheek. His hair was extremely beautiful.

"Then do it. I think three days later would be a good time, so you can start preparing."

After saying that, Pu Ran turned and left, leaving Wen He standing there in a daze for a long time.

His heart was pounding and he hurriedly ran to the river with steady and calm steps. He leaned over hurriedly and eagerly to look at his reflection in the water.

The hydrangea perfectly frames her slightly delicate face.

The tips of Wenhe's ears were like the fiery clouds in the sky, glowing hot and revealing a beautiful rosy color.

I'm afraid it's embarrassing. Which man would wear flowers in his hair?

What's more, he is an important official in the court, and he usually establishes his authority and puts on airs.

But now it seems pretty good?

He withdrew his fingertips that were lightly touching the flower and lowered his eyelashes to hide his gentle smile.

What did your majesty say just now?

【Then do it. 】

This time he was completely stunned. What did that mean? Did they really have to start the selection again?

Recalling His Majesty's expression at that time, it didn't seem like he was joking.

She meant it clearly and she meant it seriously.

Wenhe, go and select the players. I want to replace one of them.

The man's expression suddenly became serious. He took the flower and held it carefully in his palm. Once he was sure of the monarch's intention, he would do his best to carry it out.

……

The smile in Pu Ran's eyes disappeared completely when he left.

There was a terrifyingly calm storm brewing in her eyes.

It was delayed for seven days because the senior brothers had perfected the Demon-Locking Formation.

Although her strength has not yet fully recovered, the same is true for the opponent, so now is a good time to take action.

Take advantage of the enemy's weakness and use the magic-locking formation to kill him.

She strolled in the palace at a leisurely pace, and then turned to the Supervisor's Palace first.

Hearing the excited voice of the maid outside the door, the Supervisor knew that the emperor had arrived.