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Man Yue was quite proud, "Our girl wants to be Princess Jin! But, old man, please don't tell others about my girl."
"I won't tell you, I won't tell you if I don't tell you."
The old coachman was shocked.
It turns out that Miss Ming is the "sinful maid" that another storyteller in teahouses in the imperial city often mentioned recently!
Originally, the old coachman often listened to it with great interest, but now he thought of the "sin maid" those people talked about, and just wanted to give a loud shout¡ª¡ª
What the hell are you talking about!
Ugly? As stupid as a pig? A timid and timid maid dressed in wounds? If you are so timid, you will probably become the princess with the lowest status in history, who is famous in all countries?
Wrong, totally wrong!
Ms. Ming is kind and generous, smart and clear, courageous, affectionate and righteous, and has a proud temperament!
¡°God, it¡¯s enough for a girl like this to be a princess.
"Old man, please go back to the city. I'll hire your carriage again when I have the opportunity." Man Yue also jumped out of the car and followed him into Prince Jin's carriage.
¡°The old man is always here.
The old coachman looked down at the banknotes thrust into his hand.
Fifty taels.
This is a sum of money that he has not been able to save for several years.
But when Ruoxie got on the carriage, Sikongji's expression changed as soon as he saw the black ash on her face and the burnt holes in her skirt and shoes.
"Another assassination?"
After asking this question, he thought it was impossible. If someone really assassinated someone, how could the old coachman, who was completely unable to protect himself, look completely unharmed?
"Master's house is on fire and no one can be rescued," Ming Ruoxie said.
"Master?"
"Mr. Guo, the old man took my hand and recognized him as his disciple before he died." Ming Ruoxie curled her lips.
"Mr. Guo is dead?"
Sikongji was shocked.
"Yeah. Someone set the fire, and he was poisoned."
It is definitely not easy to poison Mr. Guo, who has been raising various poisonous weeds and flowers.
Sikong Ji grabbed her hand and frowned when he saw that her fingers had a few scratches and her hands were stained with black dust and dirt.
Ming Ruoxie explained: "It's not a problem to carve and polish the tablet for Master."
At this moment, Man Yue got into the car and saw King Jin holding Ming Ruoxie's hand, and blurted out, "Girl, did you get burned anywhere when you rushed into the sea of ??fire?"
"Into the sea of ??fire?"
Sikongji repeated word for word.
¡°Your Majesty, Doctor Guo¡¯s entire courtyard and house were on fire. The fire was so fierce that the girl rushed in alone.
"Ahem, full moon."
Ming Ruoxie interrupted Man Yue's "small report".
However, Sikong Ji has already heard everything that should be heard.
With just one sentence, looking at the black ash on her face and the burnt holes in her skirt and shoes, he could also imagine how dangerous the scene was at that time.
With such a delicate body, how could she carry Doctor Guo out of the sea of ??fire?
Where did this girl come from? Where did she get her courage?
Seeing King Jin¡¯s face darken, Man Yue felt a little scared for a moment, so she quickly opened the car curtain and sat next to Xing Zhui.
Seeing that his maid "escaped and rebelled", Ming Ruoxie had a dark streak.
"You haven't answered what Man Yue asked just now." Sikong Ji said calmly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Are there any burns?"
With that said, Sikong Ji didn't wait for her answer, grabbed her feet, lifted them up, and took off her embroidered shoes.
The socks worn underneath were also burned.
He put her feet on his lap, took off her socks, and pulled up her skirt.
This posture and behavior were too ambiguous and intimate. Ming Ruoxie wanted to retract her feet, but when his eyes swept her away, she immediately did not dare to move.
"There are really no burns," she said.
How could Sikong Ji believe her at this time? Only when he saw it with his own eyes could he feel at ease.
Ming Ruoxie¡¯s calves and jade feet appeared in front of his eyes.
The lotus feet are slender and the calves are snow-white, like jade carvings dyed with light snow and gleaming in the light of the moon.
??This alone makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Sikong Ji held her ankle and looked at her face, "When did you wipe off the messy things on your face?"
Ming Ruoxie blinked slyly.??, "Wedding night with flowers and candles?"
Sikong Ji¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple rolled.
It¡¯s going to kill you.
With just one sentence, he was almost defeated.
"Okay." His voice was obviously hoarse.
Ming Ruoxie coughed, took her feet away from his hand, pulled down the hem of her skirt, and covered it.
"Does Your Majesty know my master's name?"
She felt that it was impossible not to change the subject at this time, after all, she was alone with him in the carriage.
Sikong Ji shook his head, "No one seems to know his name, they only know that his surname is Guo."
At first, Ming Ruoxie thought that Mr. Guo told her his name specifically so that she could have a name to write when erecting the tombstone. However, after carving the tombstone, she felt that something was wrong. After all, it said "Respected Master" on the tombstone. Mr. Guo or Dr. Guo can do this. With Mr. Guo's weird temperament, it seems that he doesn't care much about whether his name is written on the tombstone.
So she felt that there was a certain meaning in the fact that he mentioned his full name before he died.
"Then, has the prince heard of the name Guo Baixiao?"
As soon as she finished asking this question, Ming Ruoxie saw Sikong Ji's eyes flash suddenly, he leaned over and held her hand, "Who are you talking about?"
"Guo Baixiao."
"Mr. Guo, is this Guo Baixiao?" Sikong Ji said this very slowly, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Before he died, he told me his name was Guo Baixiao."
Looking at him like this, Ming Ruoxie could guess that Guo Baixiao was not a simple person.
Sikong Ji looked at her steadily and remained silent for a long time.
Ming Ruoxie was puzzled by him. "What's wrong?"
"You." Sikong Ji suddenly laughed, leaned forward, pecked her on the lips, and laughed softly again.
Ming Ruoxie blinked his eyes.
What is this happy and endearing laughter for her trying to do?
"Guo Baixiao, the mentor of Emperor Xia Tuguo. Do you know now what identity Mr. Guo gave you?" Sikongji said, taking out his handkerchief and gently wiping the black dust from her face.
Although she had applied a layer herself, that layer seemed difficult to wipe off. What he was wiping now was the layer of ash that had been blackened by the fire.
Once I wiped it, the handkerchief turned completely black.
What a dirty little cat.
Ming Ruoxie only reacted at this time.
Dazhen Kingdom is weak, but now there are four strong countries, among which are Lan Kingdom and Xiatu Kingdom.
??The Emperor Xia Tuzhong is also Mr. Guo¡¯s apprentice?
Mr. Guo actually has such a arrogant identity? Imperial Master!
Sikongji means¡ª¡ª
Ming Ruoxie did not notice that his holding her face and wiping her face was too intimate. "You mean, Emperor Xia Tu, you have become my senior brother?"
Sikongji nodded.
"yes."
"But if my master is Xia Tu's imperial master, why would he come to Lan Country? Plant those poisonous weeds and flowers in such a place? Could it be that they just have the same name?"
"He specifically told you his name, so it's not wrong. Moreover, Emperor Xia Tu's master is indeed good at poisoning. Another point is that Guo Baixiao cannot be called the emperor's master." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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