In order to make He Min sleep more comfortably on the ground, she also bought a few extra quilts to make the ground thick and warm.
But what she didn't expect was that she was the one making the floor and sleeping on the ground.
She lay on the pillow and raised her body slightly, looking at the person lying on the bed, and heard the sound of steady breathing in her ears.
She turned her back to the bed and told herself: He is not as experienced as the elderly. He is older and has poor waist and legs, so she must be more humble to him.
But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and after cursing him a hundred times in her heart, sleepiness finally came over her. She wrapped herself tightly in a quilt and fell into a warm sleep.
The night in the sky was so quiet that there was no sound of insects. There was only her snoring one after another in the palace. It seemed that she was really sleeping soundly.
Jun Zhi bent down and picked up An Yiran along with the quilt, and then gently placed her on the bed.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out her hair from underneath her body, and then quietly walked out of the door.
"Your Highness." Lu Ming knelt down on one knee and told Jun Zhi about the pearl.
"Since the deceased is gone, let's find a place to bury him properly."
"There is also Qizhi Wasteland. They have sent a letter of surrender and are willing to obey His Highness. They just need to wait for His Highness to stamp it and send a copy back to Qizhi Wasteland."
The bright moon was hanging high, so in order to keep an eye on her, he could only use the night to negotiate with the leaders of the wilderness.
To put it nicely, it is negotiation. Negotiation is just to give the other party a face and a step down. If they don't accept it, they will fight directly.
If it were an ordinary person, his body would have been exhausted long ago by not sleeping all the time. However, He Ruan was a pure-blooded god and did not have much need for sleep or food.
Speaking of ascending, An Yiran has already ascended. Her qualifications are much higher than mine, but she seems to be more like a human in some aspects.
For example, like humans, they are greedy to eat, sleep and play. Fortunately, this is not a bad thing.
The room was very dark, but An Yiran, who should have been sleeping soundly at this moment, opened his eyes. She did fall asleep originally, but Jun Zhi's movement made her wake up.
In order to skip classes, she learned a lot of heretical techniques, and the concealment technique reached its peak.
As the saying goes, there is a certain order of learning, and there is a specialization in the arts. She felt that she was suitable to be a spy, the kind who specializes in hiding and stealing confidential information from other clans.
She got up and put on her clothes, and secretly went to the yard to look for traces of He Fan, but as soon as she got dressed, she couldn't find He Fan. She had clearly heard He Fan talking to someone just now. say something.
So she sneaked out over the wall and looked outside. She wanted to see where He Min was sneaking around without sleeping in the middle of the night.
She used the teleportation technique to search everywhere but could not find He Min.
So she came to Zhige Terrace and saw He Min holding a document and not knowing where she was going.
I found him because I was bored in my free time. I always liked to make jokes with He Min and pestered him to tell me some interesting things.
Legend has it that the Celestial Clan built a platform to stop the war, which was built when they signed an agreement to end the war with other tribes.
In order to show each other's sincerity to end the war, each clan established passages leading to each other. In order not to occupy land, they were generally built in relatively remote corners.
The Heaven Realm named it Zhi Ge Terrace, and the Hai Clan also called it the Rest Rest Place. Its function is exactly the same, but the name of each place is different.
Originally, people of all ethnic groups used it to go to the places they wanted to make a living. However, since the end of the war agreement expired, all ethnic groups began to be ready to make a move.
There are some bloodthirsty ethnic groups who will directly kill foreigners when they see them.
So in order to save their lives, almost no one used this passage.
I just don’t know where He Min is going this late at night.
She strutted up to Jun Zhi, bent down and stared curiously at the booklet in his hand.
"This must be something important." An Yiran nodded, otherwise He Piao wouldn't go there in person for such a trivial matter as giving something away.
"Could it be that He Min stole some secrets of the Celestial Clan during the past few days when he lived in the Celestial Clan? So he wrote a memorial to help our Hai Clan dominate the world?" An Yiran looked at He Min with admiration, clasped his fists and said in appreciation: "I didn't expect that. Under your Buddhist appearance, you actually hide such a heart that cares about the country and the people! I admire you!"
As the teleportation formation was activated, An Yiran quickly followed Jun Zhi's footsteps and walked in. She couldn't lose him.
Jun Zhi sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong, big brother? Why are you sighing? Tell me and I will help you sort it out." She hooked Jun Zhi's shoulders and put her arms around him, calling him brothers.
Of course, in An Yiran's eyes, it was impossible for him to see what he was doing.
So she was much more unrestrained in everything she did. Normally, if she called him brother He Min, he would definitely say: According to my age, I am considered your ancestor.
Jun Zhi felt An Yiran touching him but remained indifferent.
She learned the concealment technique very well, but she taught her spells step by step.
Maybe anyone would be deceived today, but not him.
But he still chose to pretend to be selectively blind.
Jun Zhi couldn't help but smile knowingly when he thought of her next to him.
"Oh, you look so pretty when you smile! I have long thought you are beautiful. When I go back, I will marry you as my consort!"
An Yiran played with the hair on his back boredly and braided a few strands for him.
Before she could remove it, Jun Zhi had already strode out.
"You're here!" The lord's attitude towards Jun Zhi could be described as groveling, nodding and bowing.
"Here's this for you. If I don't have anything else to do, I'll leave first."
What? She was waiting for them to open it and take a peek at what was written on it. As a result, she stayed here for less than a minute, said a word and left.
He had never been to this place before, and An Yiran, who was afraid of getting lost, had to follow Jun Zhi back closely.
The Lord of Qi Zhihuang saw a few locks of Jun Zhi's braids from behind as he left.
He wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead in fear. He didn't expect the little prince of the Tian Clan to have such a hobby. This hairstyle is quite unique.
Returning to the Heavenly Palace again, An Yiran hurriedly ran back to the palace.
Jun Zhi looked at her hurried away figure and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
When he returned to the dormitory, An Yiran was trying to hide the sound of running breath with his own snoring.
Oops, it’s time to take some exercise. I’m out of breath after just two steps and I almost got caught.
