Shen Yibai regretted a little. He shouldn't have lost his temper and deliberately provoked the Imperial Master.
If you play with yourself and fall in... you will lose more than you gain.
"Answer me, did you see her yesterday?"
Zhuan Xu grabbed Shen Yibai's pulse, stared coldly into Shen Yibai's eyes, and asked in a deep voice.
"I've seen him before, just yesterday evening, when it was just getting dark." Shen Yibai also looked back at Zhuan Xu, his eyes not evading.
"and after?"
"The official wanted to come forward to greet me, but the Imperial Master's wife was in a hurry, as if there was something urgent." Shen Yibai said, "Oh, and the little maid, she looks very smart, she is also in a hurry Very busy.”
"The Imperial Master's wife didn't seem to see the official, so she pedaled away."
Zhuan Xu still held Shen Yibai's pulse and stared into his eyes.
Shen Yibai controlled his breathing and resisted the urge to dodge his gaze.
"Why, it's the Imperial Master's wife..."
"She's fine." Zhuan Xu let go of Shen Yibai's hand, turned his back and ignored him.
"Come here - all the ministers are here to see you -" the eunuch shook his fly whisk and stood at the door of the palace and sang loudly.
Shen Yibai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and entered the hall with everyone.
Before all the ministers could stand still, the emperor said, "I heard that Dengzhou City was lost..."
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone secretly glanced at the Imperial Master.
"I would like to go to Dengzhou in person." Zhuanxu stood up straight. Although he used modest words to describe himself, he looked aloof and arrogant. .
He doesn't look like a minister, his aura is more like a god, he is the only one who dominates. .
The emperor pursed his lips and said, "You are a small person in Dengzhou, but you are not a laboring national teacher..."
…
In the underground secret room.
Chu Jian burped with satisfaction, "Comfortable!"
Wen Jin put down his chopsticks and looked at the extra bowls and plates.
"you say……"
"Um?"
"Shall I try again and send them back?" Wen Jin said.
Chu Jian sat up straight and asked, "Can it be done? It's already amazing to pick up something through the air, but can it be sent back through the air?"
"Try it. Maybe if you send it back, the energy fluctuations will be even greater?" Wen Jin said, "Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes."
Chu Jian crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the messy dishes on the table with a suspicious and curious expression.
Wen Jin picked up the empty plate that had been eaten by the two of them, concentrated on it, and stuffed the plate into the mouth of the bag.
The mouth of the bag is not as big as the mouth of a bowl, and is less than half the diameter of a plate.
Can such a big bowl and plate really fit in?
When I first saw it, my eyes widened and I held my breath... If you can take it out, it's not difficult, but just stuff it back...
"Note, it's not put in the pocket, but sent back to the original place. I think..."
Before Chu Jian finished muttering, Wen Jin's hand and the dishes in his hand were all put into the bag.
Chu Jian was so surprised that she took in a sharp breath, "Cough cough cough..." She coughed in surprise.
When Wen Jin's hand left her pocket, her hand was already empty.
"Did it go into the bag? Or... was it really sent back to its original place?" Chu Jian asked with a glare.
Wen Jin frowned... She put her hand into her pocket again and fumbled around.
"It should be...sent back to where it came from, right?"
…
"Steward, Steward Zhang! Come and see!" The chef shouted in panic from the kitchen.
Manager Zhang's face sank, "What are you yelling about? Did you see a mouse?"
The cook quickly shook his head, "If it's a mouse, I won't scream! Come and see, what is this?"
Manager Zhang was pulled into the kitchen by the cook and saw a few unwashed dishes on the food preparation table.
He frowned. There were a few dishes and they hadn't been washed yet - what's so interesting about them?
He was about to ask, but saw the cook's eyes widening!
"More! There are more than just now!" The cook quickly counted, "Exactly! Exactly!"
Manager Zhang raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? What's too much? What's right?"
"There are a few plates of hot dishes missing this morning!" the cook said in a low voice, "These are the bowls and plates! The quantity is just right!"
When Manager Zhang heard this, his pupils dilated little by little.
He looked at the cook in disbelief, then turned his attention to the dishes.
He stumbled and almost fell down.
The cook quickly supported him, "It's surprising! Isn't it? When I went to call you just now, there was only one plate, and now they are all back!"
Manager Zhang turned pale with fright and gasped.
He choked on the cold air again and coughed...
"Eh? Where is my pot? I cleaned it yesterday and put it here? Why is it missing?" The second chef scratched the back of his head and passed by Manager Zhang.
"What are you looking for?" Manager Zhang asked in an erratic voice.
Somewhere in the dark, Manager Zhang had a premonition... He had a premonition that the disappearance of the second chef's pot was related to the evil thing in front of him!
"Back to Manager Zhang, my pot is missing! It's just such a big brass pot. I use it to stew bird's nests for my aunt in the second room." The second chef returned.
"Look again!" the chef ordered, "You must have become confused yourself."
"That's impossible..." the second chef muttered as he continued to search.
Manager Zhang looked at the rough girls picking vegetables.
He stood quietly behind some rough girls, leaning his ears to listen to their whispers.
"Why is there less food?"
"There's something evil! In the blink of an eye, one of the green onions is missing! I just washed a handful of green onions, and when I turn my head, a few more green onions are missing!"
"There was something crazy in the kitchen today!"
"Nonsense!"
Manager Zhang lowered his voice and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! Otherwise, you will be expelled from Shen's mansion!"
The little girls quickly shrank their necks and shut their mouths.
Manager Zhang was beating a drum in his heart...Why is this matter becoming more and more evil?
First they threw away the cooked hot dishes... Now they start throwing away the pots and the washed but still raw vegetables?
Then, do we have to throw away the slaughtered and skinned meat?
"Which bastard took away the fish I just slaughtered? Give it to me..."
"Shh!"
The chef was yelling angrily, but Manager Zhang felt a chill go down his spine and quickly gestured at him, "Don't scold, don't scold..."
The chef looked at Manager Zhang suspiciously, "What? Do you know who took the fish I just slaughtered?"
Manager Zhang swallowed hard.
He frightened and called the chef and the second chef, "Take inventory of the kitchen, write down everything that is missing or missing, and report it to me..."
The chef said mysteriously, "Do you know what's going on?"
Manager Zhang had a pale face and shook his head, "No... I don't know, but I can't hide it from you anymore. When you come back from the palace, I must report it to you immediately!"
"If the house is contaminated by evil spirits...we, we can't bear this responsibility!"
"As long as you two know what's going on, don't let other people in the kitchen talk about this, and keep your mouths shut!"
After Manager Zhang finished explaining, he stopped staring at the kitchen and went straight to the concierge, waiting for Shen Yibai to return from the palace so that he could report the matter as soon as possible.
I waited for more than an hour.
Manager Zhang was pacing back and forth, his face getting more and more anxious... Finally, Shen Yibai came back.
"Sir! Sir, you are back!"
As soon as Shen Yibai got off the carriage, Manager Zhang rushed forward eagerly, "Our house is out..."
"What? Is there something going on at Mr. Shen's house?"
Suddenly a cold and majestic male voice came from the door. Yiqu Literature Shen Yibai felt a little regretful. He should not have lost his temper and deliberately provoked the Imperial Master.
If you play with yourself and fall in... you will lose more than you gain.
"Answer me, did you see her yesterday?"
Zhuan Xu grabbed Shen Yibai's pulse, stared coldly into Shen Yibai's eyes, and asked in a deep voice.
"I've seen him before, just yesterday evening, when it was just getting dark." Shen Yibai also looked back at Zhuan Xu, his eyes not evading.
"and after?"
"The official wanted to come forward to greet me, but the Imperial Master's wife was in a hurry, as if there was something urgent." Shen Yibai said, "Oh, and the little maid, she looks very smart, she is also in a hurry Very busy.”
"The Imperial Master's wife didn't seem to see the official, so she pedaled away."
Zhuan Xu still held Shen Yibai's pulse and stared into his eyes.
Shen Yibai controlled his breathing and resisted the urge to dodge his gaze.
"Why, it's the Imperial Master's wife..."
"She's fine." Zhuan Xu let go of Shen Yibai's hand, turned his back and ignored him.
"Come here - all the ministers are here to see you -" the eunuch shook his fly whisk and stood at the door of the palace and sang loudly.
Shen Yibai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and entered the hall with everyone.
Before all the ministers could stand still, the emperor said, "I heard that Dengzhou City was lost..."
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone secretly glanced at the Imperial Master.
"I would like to go to Dengzhou in person." Zhuanxu stood up straight. Although he used modest words to describe himself, he looked aloof and arrogant. .
He doesn't look like a minister, his aura is more like a god, he is the only one who dominates. .
The emperor pursed his lips and said, "You are a small person in Dengzhou, but you are not a laboring national teacher..."
…
In the underground secret room.
Chu Jian burped with satisfaction, "Comfortable!"
Wen Jin put down his chopsticks and looked at the extra bowls and plates.
"you say……"
"Um?"
"Shall I try again and send them back?" Wen Jin said.
Chu Jian sat up straight and asked, "Can it be done? It's already amazing to pick up something through the air, but can it be sent back through the air?"
"Try it. Maybe if you send it back, the energy fluctuations will be even greater?" Wen Jin said, "Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes."
Chu Jian crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the messy dishes on the table with a suspicious and curious expression.
Wen Jin picked up the empty plate that had been eaten by the two of them, concentrated on it, and stuffed the plate into the mouth of the bag.
The mouth of the bag is not as big as the mouth of a bowl, and is less than half the diameter of a plate.
Can such a big bowl and plate really fit in?
When I first saw it, my eyes widened and I held my breath... If you can take it out, it's not difficult, but just stuff it back...
"Note, it's not put in the pocket, but sent back to the original place. I think..."
Before Chu Jian finished muttering, Wen Jin's hand and the dishes in his hand were all put into the bag.
Chu Jian was so surprised that she took in a sharp breath, "Cough cough cough..." She coughed in surprise.
When Wen Jin's hand left her pocket, her hand was already empty.
"Did it go into the bag? Or... was it really sent back to its original place?" Chu Jian asked with a glare.
Wen Jin frowned... She put her hand into her pocket again and fumbled around.
"It should be...sent back to where it came from, right?"
…
"Steward, Steward Zhang! Come and see!" The chef shouted in panic from the kitchen.
Manager Zhang's face sank, "What are you yelling about? Did you see a mouse?"
The cook quickly shook his head, "If it's a mouse, I won't scream! Come and see, what is this?"
Manager Zhang was pulled into the kitchen by the cook and saw a few unwashed dishes on the food preparation table.
He frowned. There were a few dishes and they hadn't been washed yet - what's so interesting about them?
He was about to ask, but saw the cook's eyes widening!
"More! There are more than just now!" The cook quickly counted, "Exactly! Exactly!"
Manager Zhang raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? What's too much? What's right?"
"There are a few plates of hot dishes missing this morning!" the cook said in a low voice, "These are the bowls and plates! The quantity is just right!"
When Manager Zhang heard this, his pupils dilated little by little.
He looked at the cook in disbelief, then turned his attention to the dishes.
He stumbled and almost fell down.
The cook quickly supported him, "It's surprising! Isn't it? When I went to call you just now, there was only one plate, and now they are all back!"
Manager Zhang turned pale with fright and gasped.
He choked on the cold air again and coughed...
"Eh? Where is my pot? I cleaned it yesterday and put it here? Why is it missing?" The second chef scratched the back of his head and passed by Manager Zhang.
"What are you looking for?" Manager Zhang asked in an erratic voice.
Somewhere in the dark, Manager Zhang had a premonition... He had a premonition that the disappearance of the second chef's pot was related to the evil thing in front of him!
"Back to Manager Zhang, my pot is missing! It's just such a big brass pot. I use it to stew bird's nests for my aunt in the second room." The second chef returned.
"Look again!" the chef ordered, "You must have become confused yourself."
"That's impossible..." the second chef muttered as he continued to search.
Manager Zhang looked at the rough girls picking vegetables.
He stood quietly behind some rough girls, leaning his ears to listen to their whispers.
"Why is there less food?"
"There's something evil! In the blink of an eye, one of the green onions is missing! I just washed a handful of green onions, and when I turn my head, a few more green onions are missing!"
"There was something crazy in the kitchen today!"
"Nonsense!"
Manager Zhang lowered his voice and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! Otherwise, you will be kicked out of Shen's mansion!"
The little girls quickly shrank their necks and shut their mouths.
Manager Zhang was beating a drum in his heart...Why is this matter becoming more and more evil?
First they threw away the cooked hot dishes... Now they start throwing away the pots and the washed but still raw vegetables?
Then, do we have to throw away the slaughtered and skinned meat?
"Which bastard took away the fish I just slaughtered? Give it to me..."
"Shh!"
The chef was yelling angrily, but Manager Zhang felt a chill go down his spine and quickly gestured at him, "Don't scold, don't scold..."
The chef looked at Manager Zhang suspiciously, "What? Do you know who took the fish I just slaughtered?"
Manager Zhang swallowed hard.
He frightened and called the chef and the second chef, "Take inventory of the kitchen, write down everything that is missing or missing, and report it to me..."
The chef said mysteriously, "Do you know what's going on?"
Manager Zhang had a pale face and shook his head, "No... I don't know, but I can't hide it from you anymore. When you come back from the palace, I must report it to you immediately!"
"If the house is contaminated by evil spirits...we, we can't bear this responsibility!"
"As long as you two know what's going on, don't let other people in the kitchen talk about this, and keep your mouths shut!"
After Manager Zhang finished explaining, he stopped staring at the kitchen and went straight to the concierge, waiting for Shen Yibai to return from the palace so that he could report the matter as soon as possible.
I waited for more than an hour.
Manager Zhang was pacing back and forth, his face getting more and more anxious... Finally, Shen Yibai came back.
"Sir! Sir, you are back!"
As soon as Shen Yibai got off the carriage, Manager Zhang rushed forward eagerly, "Our house is out..."
"What? Is there something going on at Mr. Shen's house?"
Suddenly a cold and majestic male voice came from the door. Yiqu Literature
