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That night, Ink Gin's angina pectoris was committed. He moaned loudly in the room of the inn. I'm afraid we won't be able to go on the road for a few days.

Ink Yan followed the Crown Prince's aide to the second floor of the inn. After a few turns, they finally arrived at the entrance. Pushing the door open, he saw a two storey, brightly lit suite.

The outer room was the living room. There was a long table with two rows of bookshelves, and a drawing paper, paper, ink, and fruit mixed together on the table. On the other side of the wall were rows of benches piled high with armoured and dirty clothes. The broadsword was casually thrown to the ground. The interior was even deeper, where a screen blocked his line of sight. Ink Yan glanced at the screen and saw no clothes. The oil lamp was not lit. This meant that the Crown Prince was not in the room.

Ink Yan looked at the aide in confusion. What about the sparring sword? This sovereign isn't here, so why am I here?

The adjutant coughed twice and began reciting the words with his nose to the sky.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has just gone on patrol. Before he left, he said that he wouldn't come back to sleep that night. If you come to practice with me tonight, I'll bring you to the study and let you pack your things. He was thirsty, hungry, and ate whatever he wanted on the table. Go back and rest. Tomorrow, we will officially set out for the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. I'm afraid that we won't have any good conditions to rest up under in the future. "

"Then she threw over a set of pink-white clothes." This is your clothes. You can be considered a Crown Prince's maid after you change into it. "

Oh ~

Hearing this, Ink Yan understood.

So where was the training partner? In the end, it was just a matter of sympathizing with a little girl who was part of the military and using her privileges to bestow him with something similar to a menial job. This kind of kindness might work on the original Ink Mist. But to her, a former Chinese agent? Hehe. All that was left was pure contempt.

However, Ink Yan thought quickly. If you look down on him, then look down on him. Anyway, I don't intend to follow you guys to become Sky Wolf's slave, but when we find the Sun Moon Lock, we will go back to the Bridge of Helplessness. He obediently changed into his work clothes, tidying up the room and cleaning up.

After daybreak, the exhausted Murong Hao returned to his room and pushed open the door.

The room that had been as messy as a kennel before he left was now clean. The books were placed back on the shelf and the armors were opened and hung on the hanger. The clean sunlight shone through the paper window, lighting up the room. Murong Hao smiled in satisfaction. It seemed that Ink Yan had cleaned it diligently yesterday.

"You may leave." Murong Hao turned his head and pushed the aide away. Crack crack, he unbuckled his belt and took off his shirt. After a night of patrolling, both mentally and physically exhausted, it was time for him to take a nap.

At this moment, a weird sound came out from the room that should have been a room for only one person.

Zzzz ~

"Who?" Murong Hao's action of taking off his pajamas was suddenly sluggish, and the tiredness in his eyes was swept away.

However, no one answered him, and a series of weird noises continued to sound out in his ears. It was high, low, long and short.

"Zzzz ~ ~ ~"

ZZZZ ~ ~ ~

Hearing this, Murong Hao heard a snoring sound coming from the desk.

Could it be? Murong Hao instinctively gripped his sabre and quietly moved closer. He kept his scabbard half drawn and tiptoed to look down.

He saw that she was wearing a maid outfit and had comfortably placed in the middle of the chair as she fell asleep. His slightly childish face slanted to his shoulder. A long black braid came out from the back of her neck and fell down her chest, which was covered in pink-white petals. It looked as if it was painted in pure ink.

"So it's Ink Yan …" Murong Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the knife.

However, Murong Hao's eyelids twitched. He didn't understand why the maid this early in the morning didn't bring him a towel and instead lay down on a chair to sleep.

Ink Yan groaned and moved again. A blue-and-white book fell from the chair.

Murong Hao looked closer and saw that it was actually "Water Meridian Note".

Things were getting more and more interesting.

The woman I want to marry is actually interested in geography?

He might have sensed someone approaching him. Ink Yan stood up with her eyes closed. She raised her right hand in a military pose and said, "Hello Chief."

What leader!?

"Ink Yan!" Murong Hao raised his voice.

The blurry vision of Ink Yan's scattered focus gradually became clearer. A man in a pure white pajamas covered his face and was looking at him with a raping expression.

Not good, random check!

Ink Yan smartly stood up and started to greet him.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Murong Hao said indifferently. Being caught by the owner and knowing how to remedy the situation in time was not completely hopeless. He then picked up the < Water Classic Note > and put it on the table, casually saying, "I just saw you sleeping, and dropped your book on the floor, but I was too bored, so I took the time to read a few of them."

The picture book Murong Hao was talking about was extremely similar to the comic strips that had been popular since the early days. Folk painters often depict love stories as books sold to ladies to pass the time. Murong Hao had never expected the maid by his side to be able to read, so he had thought that Ink Yan had only misread to pass the time.

However, Ink Yan shook her head and honestly denied it, "Reporting to Your Highness, although there are some illustrations on the 'Classic of Water', in the end, it is only a book recording geographical phenomena. It's not suitable for girls to exchange stories. "

This matter had once again gone far beyond Murong Hao's expectations. How could an illiterate tell him that he knew geography?

He finally couldn't suppress his shock and stepped in front of Ink Yan, half-opening his chest, looking down from above, "You actually know what the < Water Classic Note > is?"

Bang!

Mo Yan's eyes instantly opened wide! All that could be seen on the screen was his chest muscles, which were covered in sweat. A strong male aura gushed out! It made everyone's hair stand on end!

F * ck me! Ink Yan covered her eyes with her hands as she muttered "don't look at me unless I'm being courteous." Then she slowly raised her face to the dot, secretly opening her fingers and looking again through the gaps of her fingers.

The pectoral muscles had disappeared, and what replaced them was Murong Hao's slightly delicate chin and his similarly sweating Adam's apple. Swallowing his saliva, a peach core bounced around smoothly like a small duck in water. Ink Yan also covered her heart with her hands in distress, and a burning feeling started to appear in her nose.

"Ink Flame?"

Murong Hao yelled again in annoyance.

"What should I ask you? Do you know the water meridian? Why are you pressing your hand to your heart? "

"F * ck!" At that time, Ink Yan really cursed him ten thousand times in her heart, and said some weird words while swaying. Your Highness, I am a big girl now. Men and women are different. Can I go and call for the vice general to come in and get dressed for you? "

Murong Hao looked down at his current attire, then down at Ink Yan. His gaze moved from her thick black braids all the way to the airport's chest, as if he was looking at a washboard. Finally, he concentrated on his feet that were too young to wear a foot-wrapper.

Murong Hao sighed a bit. "Ink Yan, I remember that you are now a maid that specializes in serving me, right?"

Ink Yan continued stuttering.

"So … so what?"

Murong Hao spread out his hands and sighed.

"Sigh … This crown prince was on patrol last night. At night, he wanted to rest. If you aren't going to fetch water and change my clothes, why are you looking for someone to help me dress? " After saying that, he stretched out his hand and changed it into a clothes rack. It seemed like he was waiting for Ink Yan to automatically serve him.

Fog Grass!

Hearing this, Ink Yan cursed crazily in her heart.

Wasn't it supposed to be a sparring session? Why did Mao eventually develop into a maid with the function of undressing? The vile feudal society was destined to be eliminated. The people who squeezed out the labor were indeed eating people without spitting out their bones!

"Don't make me wait." Murong Hao urged again.

"Otherwise, I'll send you to serve your sister."

Was he to continue being seen as a traitor by the Crown Prince? Was he to shamelessly "serve others with lust"? Or was he to continue to compete with the treacherous sister, Ink Zither, in wisdom? That was the only choice that was placed in front of Ink Yan.

Under the pressure of the pressure from Ink Yan, she could only swallow her tears back into her stomach and grumble softly. With his back facing Murong Hao, he used one hand to cover his eyes. The other hand trembled as he felt towards his chest. Murong Hao's jacket was opened wide. Murong Hao's shoulders shook as well, causing the sweat on his body to fall onto the ground.

"That's right." Murong Hao let out an extremely carefree sound. It seemed like he would probably be able to bypass his rudeness.

She thought to herself, it's a good thing that Murong Hao isn't a popinjay, he should be taking a bath and resting after taking off his clothes, right? She lowered her head even lower and added in an extremely tame voice.

"Since the Crown Prince has already taken off his clothes, I'll go get some water for you now."

However, Mo Ronghao's mouth suddenly twitched and he coldly threw out two words, "Continue!"

What? This time, Mo Yan was completely dumbfounded. Since he had already taken off his clothes, what else could he do?

Mu Rong Hao used his chin to point at the pants on his body. With a face full of confidence, he said, "Bath is naturally taking off all of your clothes. What's the meaning of taking off only half of your clothes?"

"Hurry, I'm still waiting for my bath."

Mist Grass!

Ink Yan was more than just cursing right now! She still wanted to greet all the women in Murong Hao's entire family, from his ancestors to his ancestors, a hundred times! But seeing that Murong Hao was her real parents, she suppressed her excitement and grinded her teeth as she reminded him.

"Your Highness, the pants are a personal item. We are men and women, and we cannot do it for you! "

"Oh." Murong Hao continued to nod his head in understanding, indicating that he understood. "Then he opened his mouth, and that was followed by another devastating confession." Even though you said we're different men and women. However, this crown prince had never taken off his own pants even when he was growing up. If you don't help me take it off, how will I take a bath? "

Despicable! Shameless! This time, Ink Yan could no longer use the high-frequency trembling to express her anger!

For the first time, she put down her shame in front of Murong Hao. Grabbing the weapon Murong Hao had thrown away, she unsheathed her sword and assumed a pure fighting stance. Her voice instantly turned colder than the freezing cold stream that froze everything.

"Your Highness, I, Ink Yan, am your personal swordswoman, not your concubine! Please keep your promise! Respect the remaining dignity of my great army! "Don't make such a joke in front of me!"

"Otherwise!"

As Ink Yan said this, she raised her sword and threw it backwards.

Weng —!

The crystal clear sword sank deep into the door, causing it to tremble slightly. Immediately after, someone started shouting outside the door.

"Assassin ~ There's an assassin ~ Ah Ah Ah Ah ~"

"An assassin entered His Highness the crown prince's room ~ ~ ~"