Chapter 239

Zhuyou doesn't care about her suspicions. Suspicions are normal. If he believes them, he may be blind.

He handed the teacup to Jun Yuwan and said, "I came here early in the morning, thirsty? Come on, let's drink tea to stop the fire. "

Jun Yu Wan said that he was really thirsty for a long time, but he didn't refuse. He took a drink and then -- "poof --"

Her facial features were wrinkled together, and she looked very uncomfortable! What are you doing here? It's so hard! "

The taste is like the juice extracted from 100 bitter gourds without adding water!

With an evil spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, "what's the matter? Isn't that good? It's a good way to stop the fire. "

"You did it on purpose!"

Jun Yu Wan took out the bottle of the pills from his arms, poured one and threw it into his mouth. The cool and slightly sweet taste instantly saved the bitter and numb tongue.

She almost burst into tears with excitement!

When the concentration pill was finished, she began to speak, feeling that her breath was bitter. "What's the name of this ghost?"

By worry fingertips in the desktop light, "hard work is sweet."

Jun Yu Wan is one Zheng, the vision that explores does not conceal falls on his face, "how do I always feel that you have something in your words?"

Zhuyou nodded: "yes, but the benefactor doesn't understand now. He will know later."

She gave full marks for this dress!

Speechless stare at him one eye, finally said the main topic, "you say, want to promise what condition, you will do this Acting national teacher."

Zhuoyou got up from the futon and stood up with his hands down. His eyes were so low that people could not see his emotions clearly. "I have no conditions to call you. I just don't want to let the second prince pick up the cheap money, and... My goal is not to be a temporary National teacher."

Jun Yu Wan got up, "what do you mean? Do you want to be a national teacher

Zhuo looked at her admiringly: "smart."

In the afternoon, Jun Yuwan came back to the city with zhuyou. Jun Yuwan rode on his horse, and zhuyou, the demon monk, was sitting in the carriage.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. Zhuyou was invited into the imperial study. Junyuwan finished his task and went back to his house.

……

Palace, Liyue square.

In the wide room, the fragrance is dense, and the sound of silk and bamboo is sometimes slow and sometimes rapid. A woman in white is dancing on the huge drum with her bare feet, just stepping on the rhythm of music.

Zhao Wei, the Minister of rites, touched his beard with satisfaction. "It's not bad. Light dance. If you practice more these days, it's very important for the ceremony. If you make a mistake, you'll be involved in nine ethnic groups!"

Qingwu came down from the drum with a confident smile: "don't worry, my Lord. Qingwu has grown up in the ritual music workshop since she was a child. She has never made any mistakes for so many years. This time, she won't disgrace me!"

Zhao Wei nodded: "I'm still at ease with your work. OK, you can continue. I'll go first."

Recently, there are so many things that he has to watch them in person.

"Walk slowly, my Lord."

Light dance slightly bow, after seeing Zhao Wei go, lazy yawn, "finally left, tired to death."

The girls who danced with her gathered around and chatted with each other.

"You are so good at light dancing. You can dance so well in such difficult steps!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao thinks highly of you."

"You're going to be in the limelight at this festival. Don't forget us if you get any good at that time."