After entering the study, Qin Wuyan clenched his fists: "Turn out all the lanterns. If the saint comes here tonight, arrange for Qing Huan to wait on you and don't disturb me!"
His face was extremely ugly, and the guard stepped back after agreeing.
Qin Wuyan locked the door and window of the study room, walked to the low couch step by step, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.
Limbs have no strength, but the mind is getting more and more clear: Min Hanghang and Min Huizhu really have no bottom line.
Now that he is already an acting priest, it is unreasonable to dare to use such indecent means to deal with him.
But because of Minhangxing's suspicious nature, he wrote on the paper today that the two people he nominated to be the commander were both Minhanghang's confidantes.
If Minhanghang trusted these two confidants, he would naturally be willing to recommend them to the positions of commanders of the guards. If he did not trust them, he would suppress these two and elect the rest of the deputy commanders to the positions of commanders.
It's just that no matter how Min Zhixing chooses among the other deputy commanders, the one who takes office can only be Qin Wuyan's person.
I just don't know when Xiaoyu will return to the priest's mansion. Today is the last day of the old year, and tomorrow is the new year. It was agreed that the husband and wife will keep the year together...
Qin Wuyan couldn't resist the tiredness in his eyes, closed his eyes, and fell asleep drowsily.
After sending Qin Wuyan away, Min Zhixing returned to the study, unfolded the paper Qin Wuyan handed him, looked at the two names on it, and frowned fiercely.
These two people... Could it be possible that they also rebelled and became Qin Wuyan's people?
With serious brows, Min Zhixing opened the document, crossed out the name of one of them on the letter of appointment, made a new copy, selected one of the remaining deputy commanders, and wrote that person's name... ...
The guard's low voice sounded outside the door: "Patriarch, everything is going well."
Min Zhixing clapped his hands, almost laughed out of joy, opened the door, and asked, "Are you sure you've arrived at Zhuangzi?"
"Yes, when you ordered the guards to take the priest to Zhuangzi, the priest didn't object. They thought it was the priest's intention, so they sent him directly to Zhuangzi..." The guard said again: " People have already entered Zhuangzi, according to our plan, the priest will probably not be able to wake up until noon tomorrow..."
Min Zhixing nodded in satisfaction: "Well, you did a good job, let's go."
As the guards left, Min Zhixing's eyes were full of joy, tomorrow is the new year, who dares to comment?
Min Zhixing's wishful thinking was very good, he stared at the hourglass on the table, never had a moment like this, wishing the sky would get brighter soon.
Min Huizhu's carriage drove into Zhuangzi, stepped into the courtyard as before, looked at the dark courtyard, and asked displeasedly: "Today's New Year's Eve, why did you put out all the lanterns in this courtyard?"
The guards were neither humble nor overbearing: "Our sacrificial priest said that only those who are in the dark will have the mood."
Min Huizhu: "..."
This is to dissuade her, even a small guard dares to laugh at her head, after tonight, I will clean up you one by one...