A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The Imperial Master took the cotton coat in his hand, his eyes widened, and he turned it over and over with an expression of disbelief, examining it carefully.

The atmosphere in the tent was a little tense at this time. Everyone was staring at the movements of the Imperial Master. It was so quiet that they seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing.

"Yes, it is a cotton robe."

The Imperial Master muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his heart full of doubts.

"That's impossible. Even if it's tailor-made, it would take at least half a month to make a set of clothes. But that woman was able to finish it within an hour. This is simply incredible!"

As the Imperial Master spoke, he shook his head, his expression looking as if he had seen a ghost.

He still didn't believe it, and hurried to the bright candlelight, opened the clothes and looked at them again and again, pulling them again and again.

He looked so anxious that he seemed to want to find a hole in the dress. But he couldn't find even a small hole. The stitches were strong and firm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a crack.

"It's really amazing!" The national teacher couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise and admiration.

He turned around and looked at Ming Yuexin with narrowed eyes. His eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity, as if he wanted to get to know her all over again.

At this moment his mouth was slightly open, as if he was still immersed in shock, "He is not a human, he is a god! The God of Needles!" The National Master shouted involuntarily.

Ming Yuexin's maid thought he was planning to do something to the young lady again, so Cuicui and Xiuxiu quickly stood in front of Ming Yuexin and shouted with a vigilant look on their faces, "Young lady!"

Cuicui's face was full of tension, her brows were furrowed, and her hands were clenched into fists; Xiuxiu, on the other hand, opened her eyes wide and stared at the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master touched the cotton robe with an intoxicated look on his face. Suddenly, he swung it around without caring about anything and put the cotton robe on himself.

However, the cotton robe covered his entire body, making him look like a funny dwarf. At this time, the people around him were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help laughing.

Ming Yuexin hurriedly shouted at him: "Hey, this is not yours!" Her face was full of anxiety and helplessness, but also a little funny.

The maids laughed so hard that they almost cried. "Haha, the clothes are touching the ground!"

Cuicui laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back and pointed at the Imperial Master.

Xiuxiu laughed so hard that she covered her stomach and bent over.

Han Mingguang also laughed and said, "Master, that was made according to my size! It doesn't fit you."

Han Mingguang's face was full of smiles, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

In fact, the national teacher just wanted to have fun, but he didn't expect to make a fool of himself.

His face flushed instantly, and he quickly took off his cotton robe, pretending to be calm and saying, "I'll try to see if it's warm enough!"

He avoided looking at everyone, not daring to look them in the face. His awkward look made people laugh.

The tent was filled with cheerful laughter, and the tense atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Hope is attached to existence. If there is existence, there is hope. If there is hope, there is light. Amid the laughter of the crowd, the dawn of hope seemed to illuminate this small space.

Han Mingguang stopped laughing, his expression turned serious, and he said to the Imperial Master: "I hope the Imperial Master will fulfill his promise. It's late at night, please have a good rest, Imperial Master!"

At this time, the cold wind outside the tent was still howling, causing the tent curtain to sway constantly, making a "pa pa" sound.

The state teacher's face changed when he heard this. His gloomy face looked even uglier under the flickering candlelight. He said solemnly: "Of course, my state teacher keeps his word. However, as the master of a country, you don't even have a place to live. This is a national shame, a national shame!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms, his face full of anger and unwillingness, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Han Mingguang laughed out loud upon hearing this; his laughter was particularly loud in the silent night: "Didn't the Imperial Master say that we would stay at an inn? How come there is no place to stay?" Han Mingguang's face was full of sarcasm, and his eyes were fixed on the Imperial Master, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

The Imperial Master's neck turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he was good at making arguments after all. "You all live in tents, and I live in an inn alone. Is that okay?"

He didn't have the money to stay in the inn, but he still said he was so great. He pretended to be righteous on his face, but he was actually calculating his own little plans in his heart. His hypocritical appearance was disgusting.

Chen Mingguang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, "National Master, what you said makes sense! If you don't mind, then you can stay in this tent for one night!"

Ming Yuexin was stunned. She widened her eyes and looked incredulous: "What? You live with him? Aren't you afraid..." Her face was full of worry and she held Han Mingguang's sleeve tightly.

The national teacher smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's warmer if we huddle together!" His face was full of smiles, but that smile made people feel that he had bad intentions.

Han Mingguang waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I'll give this tent to you. I'll go and guard the coffin!" His face was full of determination, and he turned around and left.

He didn't want to sleep with this old poisonous guy. The thought of sharing a room with the national teacher made him feel uncomfortable all over!

The Imperial Master was overjoyed. This was a great convenience for him! He quickly thanked him, “Then I’ll have to bear with you tonight, Minister Han!” His face was filled with a smug smile, and his eyes were gleaming with the light of success.

Han Mingguang sneered, and without answering, he walked out of the tent side by side with Ming Yuexin and others. There was a thick layer of snow outside, and their footprints left deep marks on the snow.

Han Mingguang looked up at the sky, and the stars seemed to be telling something. Ming Yuexin still had worries on her face, and Han Mingguang gently patted her hand, telling her not to worry.

The night was dark and the wind was cold, making the branches around creak. Ming Yuexin finally expressed his worries: "Mingguang, there is no room for you in the coffin carriage.

If you force your way in, the three people guarding the coffin won't have any sleep!" Ming Yuexin frowned, his eyes full of anxiety, his hands twisting the corners of his clothes nervously. He hoped that he could share a tent with him.

"Do you think I want to squeeze into that carriage? You little fool, don't you have two carriages? Lend me one! And ask Ruble to follow me!"

Han Mingguang looked at Ming Yuexin with a smile and gently scratched her nose with a hint of doting on his face.

Ming Yuexin immediately understood and asked in a low voice, "Are you worried that the old thief will come to visit the coffin again?" Her eyes were wide open, full of tension and confusion.

"Yes!" Han Mingguang nodded, his expression turned serious, "All of us here are thorns in his flesh!" Han Mingguang's eyes revealed deep worry, his brows were tightly furrowed.