Seeing the movements in his hands, Niu Ye was a little dissatisfied: "Look at how promising you are!"
The butler's lips were muffled and he could not speak.
After drinking the tea, Niu Ye's mood improved a lot.
He put the teacup on the table, squinted his eyes, and said, "Not only did the old man not like him, but the old man also wanted to completely break this rumor!"
Niu Ye raised his head and said to the housekeeper seriously: "You not only have to give that proton the best things, but also arrange everything perfectly for him, understand?"
The housekeeper was startled, and after guessing, he said cautiously: "General, will the school also arrange for him?"
"Naturally!" Niu Ye slowly pursed his lips, his eyes full of calculations, "I remember that the proton is only eight years old now, but heis tortured by Leng Weiyuan every day. If such a pawn can be Make good use of polishing and it will definitely become an important part in the future.¡±
"Yes, the old slave knows." The butler bowed his head in a daze.
There is no lower limit for the general's current practice
Mu Ran was correcting the memorial slowly, but Xiao Liu outside the door came in.
Mu Ran asked without raising his head: "Xiao Liu, didn't you say you were going to serve me something to eat? Why did you come back so quickly?"
Xiao Liu was extremely panicked, and said: "Your Majesty, that General Niu, is now delivering things to Wei Qing's proton with great fanfare! He also said that he should go to the school to attend classes!"
"Really? Isn't it good?" The corners of Mu Ran's red lips curled up.
Tsk.
Really worthy of being his favorite villain, the action is fast.
Seeing that Mu Ran was so calm, Xiao Liu was a little confused: "Emperor, Your Majesty, aren't you worried?"
"Tsk." Mu Ran put down the pen and memorial in his hand.
He picked his ears, and said dryly: "Xiao Liu, you really talk too much."
The impatient eyes and words made Xiao Liu froze in place, his lips trembled, and an unspeakable feeling surged in his heart.
"Yes, Your Majesty" Xiao Liu walked out silently.
Seeing him leave completely, Mu Ran stretched slowly.
He casually tilted his head, looked in the direction of the door, and spoke vaguely: "In a while, Xiao Liu's face will be completely revealed, right? I'm so curious"
Is it a loyal servant or a treacherous servant?
The night came quietly.
Living in the new room, Wei Qing, who has a soft bedding and quilt, has already fallen asleep.
He was beaten severely for several days, and today he was forced to kneel on the ground, resulting in a knee injury.
After he was healed by the people sent by Niu Ye, he lay on the big bed and fell asleep without being able to hold back his drowsiness.
A deep good sleep is often accompanied by a wonderful dream.
As for Wei Qing, at this moment, he was a little addicted to dreams.
He saw a person.
The man stood under the sun, wearing a bright yellow robe.
There is a golden dragon on the robe.
The fair-skinned person, set off by yellow, killed someone with a knife in his hand.
The red blood became the curtain behind him, making him look even better.
The heart seems to be jumping out so fast.
He likes, likes such a bright and charming young man.
Even when killing people, he also likes it.
Wei Qing opened his eyes in a daze, and was surprised to find that the person in his dream had appeared at the door.
Different from the dream, the person in front of him is still making his own flawed disguise.
Wei Qing's heart beat inexplicably fast again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com