The Prime Minister finally came back a little while, so he followed up with half-dead steps and said, "We have been in the same time as we enter the palace. Isn't this just in time to say hello to you?"

Saying hello to this white wolf would almost cost the Prime Minister half his life.

"What kind of god did you come out early in the morning? You have called you several times..." The Prime Minister said resentful.

Jun Han smiled but didn't answer.

Today's Marshal is quite different.

The Prime Minister sniffed his nose and said, "Are you sick? Still taking medicine?"

“…”

Has this old man become a dog spirit?

"A small matter is just a fuss about the insider."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The Prime Minister looked at him sourly, and then sneered: "The Marshal's movement this time scared the wife, right?"

Jun Han smiled but didn't answer.

The Prime Minister's wife left early. Prime Minister Gun lived in a long time and was busy for many years. There were two uneasy little boys at home. I haven't experienced the feeling of being cared for by my wife for a long time. At this moment, I can't help but envy Jun Han's "having a wife at home".

"You made everyone so thrilling this time..." The Prime Minister sighed, and had questions, but he didn't know what to ask.

"As long as the result is safe, it's fine." Jun Han seemed to have always been so indifferent and relaxed, and it seemed that no matter how big the matter was, it was just a matter of finger-blinking in his eyes.

"Hiss..." The Prime Minister suddenly sniffed his breath for a long time, narrowed his eyes, and thought, "How many years have you lived?"

Jun Han glanced at him for no reason, "What's wrong?"

The Prime Minister said in a rare moment: "We old people are almost at the age of entering the coffin, but the country's general is in full swing, and it is the time to need people."

Jun Han smiled knowingly and said, "Do you want to ask me how many years I can be a mule?"

"You are the God of War today. How can you call livestock in the cliffs with us donkeys?"

This old man's most sleek and smooth...

"It's not over a hundred, I'm young."

The Prime Minister gave him a resentful look, "Go..."

Judging from the ages of hundreds of demons, Jun Han is indeed young enough.

Shu Ling handed Jun Han a letter of return to Beijing half a month ago, and was ready to leave the Western Region at that time.

All the people sent to the Western Region to investigate were dead. Shu Ling was relaxed this time, but it would not take long for him to return to the capital. However, the Marshal asked him to save the bodies of the fifteen ghost soldiers and bring them back to the capital - this errand was a bit tricky.

It's really a blessing for Shu Ling's natural good character. Otherwise, if this matter was put on Baili Yun, eight out of ten would be resigned to greet the eighteen generations of ancestors.

Sure enough, persimmons really have to be picked and pinched.

Today, Shu Ling arrived at the "thousand miles away" outside Lizhou City. There were only fifteen precious treasures to rush back, and it was probably still a long time to do so, so he sent a letter to the general's mansion. It happened that the marshal had not returned from the palace, so the letter was received by Gui Wu.

Even if he gave Gui Wu ten bear hearts and leopard courage, he would never dare to touch the Marshal's letter.

So Gui Wu honestly sent the letter to the Marshal's study room, cautiously, afraid of any mistakes, so he finally settled it up anxiously. He was about to stretch his body, but Yu Guang saw Gui Yi walking towards the young master's yard with something sneaking in his arms.

Since returning from Canghai Pavilion, Gui Yi has been brewing any conspiracy. He may not be able to see his figure all day long. He has to take on the space where no one appears, and he is like a rat.

Yi Chen chased yesterday and poured a jar of wine like a sacrifice. Today, he was like a soul-killing, and was half dead. He trained for Li Ying in his yard. In the morning, he got off and suffered countless blows.

Finally, even Liying couldn't stand his dizzy look, so he said coldly: "If you can't drink, don't drink it. If you can't drink it, fill it with a whole jar. Do you think you have a long life if you are tired of living?"

Yi Chen chased and held the tree and stumbled, and the wooden sword in his hand was on the ground, sad and speechless.

Gui Yi walked into his courtyard at this time, fighting against the wall, as if he was deliberately waiting for someone.

Yi Chen was stunned for a moment, not knowing who he was looking for.

Gui Yi glanced at him lightly and sighed reluctantly, "Yingluo asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

Shadow falls?

Li Ying and Li Yue who was sitting in the corridor were shocked. Even Yi Chen was stunned for a moment after chasing him, and then asked with a smile: "Have you seen him?"

"Well..." He blew again and took out a strange square box from his arms, "He asked me to give you this."

"What is this..." Yi Chenzhe was puzzled and took it with obedient skills.

"Good it." Gui Yi reminded him so lightly and snapped his fingers. A sudden burst of inspiration suddenly appeared in the strange square box. Yi Chen was so scared that he screamed in shock. He hurriedly held his hands firmly. When the light dissipated, he realized that it was actually a smoky chess game...

When I saw Yi Chen chasing, I remembered that Ying Luo did threaten to give him a game of chess.

But what are these things...

Yi Chen is not able to understand the chess path. At present, the black and white chess game is comparable. Not to mention that Yi Chen is chasing this guy who only knows a little bit of fur and cannot get out, even Gui Yi, who has always been deeply thinking and versatile, can't tell the reason.

"How to break this?" Yi Chen chased Gui Yi blankly, but Gui Yi left his eyes lightly, "Don't look at me, I didn't figure it out."

In fact, what Gui Yi suspected was that this thing was really not random?

Gui Wuwu thief hurried on the eaves and peeped at the situation here. He stretched his neck desperately to see Yi Chen chasing the things in his hand.

"Since he gave you this game, you should be the only one who can break this game." Gui Yi said lightly.

"Uh... do you believe that..."

"..." Gui Ye hugged his hand and didn't say anything, but suddenly a flash of his fingers was made. A faint spiritual breath pulled out a black piece on the edge of the chess game, and with Daolifeng "swish" it flew out from Yi Chen's chasing neck, hitting the eaves behind him, and then he heard a wail.

Gui Wu was hit by this son's forehead and hit the eyes and fell from the eaves. However, the black spell never landed on the ground. After hitting someone, he rubbed back from Yi Chen's side to chase the neck and returned to his original position.

Yi Chen Zhui's attention was instantly pulled away by Gui Yi.

"It's just a trick of eagle, don't be so shocked."

"..." Yi Chen chased and smashed his spiritual sense back, and said carefully: "You can't hear it too..."

"I can't hear it," Gui Yi glanced at him, "just observe your expression."

"oh……"

Gui Yi's expression was faint, "You think about it yourself." After that, he left.

Yi Chen was chasing this strange chess game, his eyes were confused, and he really couldn't see any clues about the game.

Forget it, don't rush this thing, so let's think about it slowly...

——

After the court was over today, the emperor specially invited the marshal and the prime minister to come to the palace for a long talk. With the awareness of "reforming and becoming a new person", he asked the two adults who had personally entrusted their orphans to the present situation and the way to govern the world.

In this regard, the Prime Minister seemed to have witnessed the blooming of iron trees with his own eyes, and the golden trees and honeysuckles were so happy that he could not find the north. He was eager to pour out all his life's learning to the little boy who had finally learned it.

Jun Han has never been a theoretical school, and no matter how strong he is, he can't tell much. Whether he can understand the words of the Marshal depends on whether he has the ability to understand the world and the earth.

Anyway, this little emperor didn't have it, so the Marshal began to say a few words, and then he listened to the Prime Minister himself happily. The Marshal also listened silently, thinking shamelessly that he was just digging out useful theories from the Prime Minister and teaching his son.

The Prime Minister was concentrating on teaching the little emperor, but he didn't notice the thief who was silly learning.

Shu Ling waited outside the city for most of the day, but did not receive a reply from the Marshal. He had no choice but to think about decorating the fifteen treasures and sending them to the Black Armor Camp, and then ran to the Marshal's Mansion to report without stopping.

However, I learned that the Marshal has not returned from the palace yet...

Although the marshal was not in the mansion, Shu Ling could not lose any work he should do. He was busy and moved all the clues to the study without touching the ground. He kept sorting out the information for the marshal without drinking half a mouthful of water. He was tragically discovered that he, the White Wolf, had not cleaned up this pile of miscellaneous files during this period, and all the clues were sorted out from scratch...

In addition, there is also a businessman named Zhao Shen’s family, and I don’t know what to do.

Shu Ling was so cold that she was alone in the messy pile of files. It was rare to complain about you in her heart.

A heartless dead white wolf!

Shu Ling lamented and regretful - since he followed this white wolf, his life has not been better!

Shu Ling was so angry that he was meddling the clues of the file. Suddenly, a breeze blew on his face, and a piece of unsuspended loose paper almost blew away.

"Uncle Ling, you are really back!"

The sound suddenly cleared the ghost fire in Shu Ling's heart like a wonderful sound outside the sky, but it was shocked more than joy.

"Chen Zhui?!"

Shu Ling looked at the boy standing by the door in a dumbfounded moment, and was shocked in his heart - did this child wake up so quickly?

He thought it would take a year or two...

Yi Chen smiled and closed the door, and walked obediently into Shu Ling's pile of annoying messes.

"Are these all the situations that Uncle Ling later found in the Western Region?"

"No, it's better all of them are from the Marshal..." Shu Ling said helplessly. He had almost calmed down at this moment, and asked, "Are you in good health? You were seriously injured before?"

What should I say? In fact, Yi Chen Zhui doesn’t have much impression of him...

"It's okay, it's not very serious at all." Yi Chen chased the slut, who was so calm and unbeatable, probably because he really didn't know that Shu Ling had witnessed his injury at that time...

Shu Ling flicked his forehead lightly - much gentler than the marshal.

Yi Chenzhu smiled without any pain and started to sort out these miscellaneous books.

"When did you return to Beijing?"

"It's the day of the year-end festival."
Chapter completed!