An Jiu wanted to scold the tyrant as if he were scolding the dog emperor.

Yes...

After all, he is still a child!

What's so bad that the fact that he's still a child can't solve it?

녦Anjiu became angrier the more he thought about it.

What's wrong with the child?

The child she scolded.

She was really pissed off! ! !

At this time, the door opened.

An Jiu was startled by the noise.

She saw Nanny Chang come out of the house, holding a lamp, opening the courtyard door and going out, then locking the door.

An Jiu frowned.

She had always felt that there was something wrong with Nanny Chang and had secretly spoken ill of her to the emperor several times, but the emperor did nothing.

What a fool.

now……

First, Xiaohua died inexplicably, and then a white-faced man appeared. Now what is she doing out in the middle of the night? Could it be that he was going to play with those palace maids?

An Jiu looked towards Nanny Chang's room.

This is a good opportunity, do you want to go in and take a look?

After hesitating for a long time...

The answer is no! ! !

She was just a weak and helpless little palace maid.

You must not go in, in case you encounter any danger...

I don't want to be the white moonlight who dies early in the emperor's heart.

녦It’s really cold here.

The lanterns swayed, the cold wind blew, and that white face kept replaying in my mind, over and over again...

Someone suddenly patted An Jiu on the shoulder.

“Ah~”

Her scalp was numb, and she felt the hairs on her body stand up one by one. She turned her head stiffly and saw a handsome face in high definition.

A tyrant.

"Why did you come back just now?" An Jiu punched him in the chest: "I was almost scared to death."

The tyrant was probably not on guard, and was knocked back by An Jiu.

He was stunned.

"Why are you fighting again?"

He asked with a frown.

[Fight every day.] 】

[Fight every day.] 】

【Only hit 놖. 】

An Jiu: "..."

Is this really the case where the wicked complain first?

"Who told you to leave 놖 here alone... What if 놖 gets into danger?"

The tyrant frowned, his face looking unusually weak.

[Damn it…]

【Leave Xiao 깇 here. 】

He pursed his lips.

"Then hit him twice more." The tyrant closed his eyes, then opened them again after a pause and said, "Only two more hits..."

An Jiu: "..."

OK.

"Guys... do you want to go in and take a look?" An Jiu thought of something important and pointed to Nanny Chang's room.

The tyrant took a look and didn't understand what was so interesting about an old palace maid's room, but since the little girl wanted to see it, he went to take a look to avoid being beaten again.

There was a strange fragrance in Nanny Chang's room. She looked around and there didn't seem to be anything special, but the bed was messy.

This means that Nanny Chang had just fallen asleep.

An Jiu walked to the bed and looked carefully, carefully, and carefully.

She stroked her chin in thought, tilted her head, and found that the tyrant was standing next to her, staring at the bed, looking carefully, looking carefully, looking carefully.

An Jiu laughed: "What do you see?"

The tyrant shook his head: "No..."

An Jiu: "..."

After that, wherever An Jiu went, the tyrant followed her, and wherever she looked, the tyrant looked too.

Finally, after looking at a room, An Jiu went to look at the jewelry box on her desk. After coming to the palace for a while, An Jiu's vision had improved a lot, and he could see the problem at a glance.

These jewels are not cheap. Where did Madam Chang, a palace maid, get them?

"Little girl." The tyrant suddenly patted her on the shoulder and called her in a sneaky voice.

"What's the matter?" An Jiu answered in a low voice.

"Someone is coming." The tyrant whispered.

It's really rare that someone comes and doesn't kill the tyrant with one blow...

An Jiu walked slowly to the door, and saw Nanny Chang coming back through the crack in the door. It was too late to run, so she looked around, and finally pulled the tyrant to hide under the bed.

"Don't talk, don't go crazy, and listen to me in everything." An Jiu warned in a low voice.

The tyrant nodded solemnly, then shook his head.

An Jiu frowned and asked with a questioning look: "What's the matter?"

The tyrant did not answer because Nanny Chang opened the door and came in.

But his voice kept echoing in this room.

【The little one pressed down on my legs. 】

【Press down on the **깊. 】

[It's over. The family line can't be passed on.] 】

An Jiu: "..."

She moved one of her legs away. The space under the bed was too small. If she hadn't had to, she wouldn't have pressed it.

【No pressure...】

The tyrant himself breathed a sigh of relief.

An Jiu: "..."

When Nanny Chang came in, she first sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. She then chose a nice piece of jewelry from the box and put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror again and again. After a while, she took off the jewelry and put it in the jewelry box before taking some small change and going out.

He Anjiu guessed correctly, Nanny Chang was indeed playing dice with the young palace maids and eunuchs in the courtyard.

The door closed again, and the two people crawled out from under the bed.

The tyrant looked at Anjiu with a blushing face.

【End.】 】

[End 깊, end 깊, end 깊. 】

An Jiu paused, wanting to ask him what was going on?

The tyrant's voice came again.

[End. I'm going to jump away.] 】

An Jiu was amused.

However, she walked over and took another look at the jewelry in the box. The one at the back was a butterfly-shaped hairpin that had just been found by Nanny Chang.

The tyrant picked up the hairpin and looked at it, then said solemnly: "This belongs to my mother."

Then, like an angry and violent bear, he picked up a knife and was about to kill Nanny Chang.

"Not now." An Jiu hurriedly stopped him. He didn't know the emperor's plan yet, but judging from what happened at Gong Yanxiao, the emperor had his own plan.

If the tyrant rushes out so rashly, it might cause trouble if the emperor's plan is disrupted.

The tyrant looked at her angrily.

"You won't let me in this way, and you won't let me in that way."

An Jiu asked him to take out the hairpin and put it back into the box.

But the tyrant refused.

"This belongs to my mother."

He frowned and said stubbornly: "Who won't give it to me?"

An Jiu sighed: "It's the same if we come to get it in a few days. If you take it now, we may never find the person who killed your mother again."

The tyrant frowned and stared at Anjiu stubbornly.

An Jiu looked at him gently.

The tyrant finally compromised and put the things in the box.

[I hate Xiao 깇. 】

[Hate, hate, hate Xiao 깇. 】

He stared at An Jiu, wishing that the whole world would know how angry he was.

An Jiu stood on tiptoe and patted his head, smiling at him gently: "We have to leave quickly."

The tyrant's anger suddenly dissipated.

The tyrant took her and easily left the warehouse yard and came to Anjiu's hut. Anjiu analyzed with him: "Madame Chang's bed is very messy, it doesn't look like the traces left by someone sleeping."

The tyrant nodded.

[What the hell are you talking about? Can you tell that two people are sleeping? 】

An Jiu was speechless and explained: "Do you know how 놖 figured it out?"

The tyrant nodded: "I know."

"How did you know?" An Jiu asked.

The tyrant's hesitant answer came in vain.

How did you figure that out? 】

Seeing him scratching his head and wanting to know, An Jiu deliberately said, "Since you know it, then don't tell me."

tyrant"……"