C119 The Devil Seems to be Very Scary

Xiaoqing didn't get angry. He continued explaining patiently to Lan Shumo.

Lan Shumo shrugged, "Alright, then where is the plot going now?" He naturally knew that Xiaoqing and Zhigu were bickering, and it was all for the sake of competing who was more important in his heart.

"At this time, the Emperor has already sent someone to summon you into the Palace. "

Zhigu was very dissatisfied with Xiaoqing. Just because it wanted to snatch Lan Shumo from him.

Lan Shumo looked at the square ancient clothes by the bed and found that he was only wearing one shirt. He fiddled with it in despair as he put it on himself.

After a while, he finally finished putting on the ancient robe.

"Trouble. . . " After putting it on, Lan Shumo started to tie his hair towards the bronze mirror.

After a long while, he finally tied up his black hair in a low voice, feeling discouraged.

F * ck, I don't want to come to this world anymore. It takes me a few hours to tie my hair up! F * ck!

Lan Shumo snorted angrily. He opened the dormitory door with a snort. As soon as he opened the heavy wooden door, he saw the male lead standing in front of him. He immediately took back his flustered and exasperated look and turned into a calm yet aggrieved look.

Wenn Zepu was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered his fierce tone. "Wen Kushimo! Are you going to die? Didn't I tell you not to do so well? Did you take my words as the wind by your ears?"

Wenn Zepu saw Lan Shumo lowering his head in fear and stirring his fingers, but Wenn Zepu got even angrier when he saw this. He pushed Lan Shumo to the ground and kicked him. " Are you deaf? You can't hear me when I talk to you!"

Lan Shumo didn't dare to resist. He let him hit and scold him. He pursed his lips tightly, as if he was afraid that Wenn Zepu would beat him even more fiercely if he opened his mouth.

"Shumo, a father-in-law from the Imperial Court has come to find you. " Wenn Zepu heard the voice of the original owner's father and immediately helped Lan Shumo up. He patted the dust off Lan Shumo's body and glared at him, warning him not to speak nonsense.

Lan Shumo saw the look in the eyes. His eyes kept looking around nervously, but his lowered head still did not raise.

. . .

"By the will of the heavens, the Emperor declares: Because the son of the Wen family, Wen Huangmo, became the top scholar in one fell swoop, he felt that the son of the Wen family, Wen Huangmo, was a talent that could be molded, so he came this time only to invite the son of the Wen family, Wen Huangmo, to follow him into the Palace. The first son of the Wen Clan, Wen Huangmo, accepts the decree. "

After the eunuch finished reading the decree, he handed it to Lan Shumo with both hands. Lan Shumo received it in a daze, and was still somewhat unable to react.

"Alright, follow me into the Palace. " This eunuch's voice didn't seem to care about the other eunuchs. He had handsome features, red lips, and watery eyes. Without the voice of the other eunuchs, it was obvious that he was suffering.

Lan Shumo stood up and unintentionally glanced at Wenn Zepu. His heart was filled with cold sweat. The image of the male protagonist had collapsed, it was truly terrifying.

. . .

He chatted with the Emperor for nearly an hour in the Palace before deciding on Lan Shumo's official position - Civil Official Ambassador.

"Emperor, this official will withdraw first. " Lan Shumo bowed towards the Emperor and retreated. When he was about to reach the door, he straightened his waist and took large strides to the residence that the Emperor gave him.

"Host, the target is 300 meters away from your 10 o'clock direction. " Hearing Xiaoqing's reminder, Lan Shumo immediately became alert and slowly walked towards that place.

"Ah. . . This is a peach garden. " Lan Shumo looked at the unripe stamen on the tree and suddenly felt a surge of soreness in his heart.

The place where Hsu Mingze confessed to him for the first time was a peach garden full of peach blossoms. Now that he had come to such a place, it was really. . . Luck was playing tricks on people. Ah. . .

"Hey, who are you?" A cold and emotionless voice rang in Lan Shumo's ears. He instinctively turned his head and looked over. . . .

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