At night, the wind finally blew.

A eunuch came to the Ministry of Punishment carrying a food box.

"The meal was delivered so late today." The guard complained.

The eunuch lowered his head, so his face could not be seen clearly. He only responded in a low voice. The guard felt something was wrong and stared at him: "Why haven't I seen you before? Where is the eunuch Wang who delivered the meal?"

The eunuch lowered his head and said, "Eunuch Wang is ill, so I am here to serve him food."

The guard narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong. At this time, Jiang Sheng came and frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

The guard pointed at the eunuch who was delivering the food and said, "The person delivering the food has been replaced. They said that the eunuch Wang is sick."

Jiang Sheng stared at the eunuch, who became nervous and said tremblingly, "It was Eunuch Wang who asked me to help deliver the meal."

As Jiang Sheng walked away, he was about to take a look at the man, but the man suddenly went berserk, pushed Jiang Sheng aside and ran away.

"Chase."

Everyone chased after him.

However, a person sneaked into the Ministry of Punishment, walked quickly towards the innermost part, and soon arrived at the door of Nanny Chang's cell.

Nanny Chang was lying on the straw pile, and seemed to be asleep.

"Xiao Yu." He called out, but Nanny Chang did not respond. His eyes darkened, he took the key from the unconscious guard and opened the door.

He wanted to turn Madam Chang over, but he only got her head...

"Xiaoyu." He roared in pain, but at this moment, a large group of people rushed in and surrounded him.

Jiang Sheng walked slowly from behind the crowd and looked at the person holding Nanny Chang's head.

"It's you."

…

Baohua Temple.

The emperor had been staring at the dish in front of him for a long time.

[Why do we need something like yam…]

[First place in the choking competition.] 】

[Besides, this thing looks so disgusting if it is not peeled for a long time. I don’t want to eat it at all. 】

He looked up and saw Anjiu, narrowed his eyes, and said to Anjiu: "Xiaojiu, come here and eat."

An Jiu looked at him in confusion.

The emperor frowned.

An Jiu could only come over and sit with him to eat. She loved the mushrooms here, which were especially delicious. As for the yam...

If the emperor doesn't eat it, she won't eat it either.

The emperor gave her a piece of food with chopsticks and said, "You eat it."

An Jiu: "..."

To be honest, the vegetarian dishes in the temple are quite good. This yam... after peeling and cutting it into sections, it is not wretched anymore and is quite delicious. It is the emperor who has a good divergent thinking. The stereo surrounds the room, which causes Anjiu to eat it with the emperor's imagination in his ears...

The emperor seemed to particularly like watching Anjiu eat. Every time she took a bite, he would pick up a piece of food for her.

"Eat more. You're losing weight."

Seeing his serious look, An Jiu wanted to put the plate on his head and tell him: Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, idiot.

She finished the meal in just a few bites.

"Your Majesty, I am full."

The emperor felt a little regretful: "How can you be full after eating so little?"

An Jiu: "..."

The temple was lit up everywhere, and it looked particularly beautiful in the dark.

The emperor said he wanted to take An Jiu to see the sun.

녦It's still early in the morning.

The tyrant is coming in the evening.

So it's hard to say who it will be when daybreak comes.

"Look at the sun tomorrow, that idiot must fall asleep before dawn." said the emperor.

An Jiu nodded and 꺗 shook his head.

She couldn't do it. She had experienced how difficult tyrants were, and she had no way to deal with them when their stubborn temper came out.

The emperor frowned.

[Anyway, I must watch it.] 】

[At worst, I can just not sleep.] 】

He sat there in a sullen manner, staring at An Jiu.

An Jiu thought he was really funny, and an idea suddenly occurred to her: "Your Majesty, let me tell you a story."

The emperor looked at her warily: "What story?"

"The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl."

An Jiu had only said a few words when the emperor stopped her: "What is this? A poor bachelor peeping at a girl bathing and stealing her clothes?"

An Jiu: "..."

"Okay, then the story of the snail girl..."

The emperor stopped him and said, "What kind of wretched man is this?"

Who can be more disgusting than you? ? ?

An Jiu thought about it and decided to tell the story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf that he had told the tyrant for the first time.

The emperor frowned and said, "I think I've heard this somewhere before. Keep going."

Before 녦安玖놅 finished the story, the emperor fell asleep.

An Jiu looked at him, feeling a little conflicted. The emperor was asleep, so should she sleep?

Late at night, candlelight flickers.

The tyrant patted the sleeping An Jiu.

An Jiu was sleeping soundly, but she felt annoyed when she saw his face, so she turned over and continued to sleep.

But the tyrant came up to her and said, "Xiaojiu, look at the little tree."

An Jiu ignored it.

So the next moment, there was only one voice left in the room.

[Look at the little tree, look at the little tree, look at the little tree, look at the little tree…]

Just like a tape recorder, it repeats over and over again.

An Jiu was woken up by the loud noise.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the tyrant with deep resentment.

The tyrant happily jumped in front of her and said, "Xiaojiu, look at the little tree."

What can An Jiu do?

She put on her clothes, and considering the strong mountain wind, she also put one on the tyrant and put a hat on him.

The tyrant was reluctant and did not bring it. He pulled Anjiu out of the door and was about to look for the little tree when he was attracted by the Buddha statue in the temple. He walked in and stared at the golden body of the Buddha for a while. Suddenly, he jumped off the altar and was about to pull out the head of the Buddha statue...

An Jiu was shocked.

"Don't move."

The tyrant stood and looked at her.

An Jiu asked: "What are you doing?"

The tyrant pointed at the Buddha statue and said slyly, "Xiaojiu, this is gold. It's very valuable."

An Jiu didn't know whether the Buddha statue was made of pure gold or gold-plated, so no matter what it was, he couldn't take it.

"Don't move, come here."

The tyrant frowned, and seeing this, the naughty kid really wanted to try it.

"Come here." An Jiu said again.

The tyrant came reluctantly, took the tribute and ate it, and gave one to Anjiu. Anjiu did not dare to eat it, fearing that the Buddha would blame him.

However, the tyrant did not think too much about it. He completely forgot to look at the small tree. He walked from hall to hall, and finally they met the abbot who had not slept yet.

"Your Majesty, why have you come here so late at night?" the abbot asked anxiously.

The tyrant stared at him coldly.

[Blocking the road.] 】

He looked at the abbot impatiently.

[Get out of the way.] 】

The abbot looked at him in confusion.

Why did the emperor look at him like that?

It's so scary...

The tyrant lost his patience. He pushed the abbot away with a cold face and left.

The abbot was pushed against the wall, too frightened to breathe, thinking that he must have angered the emperor by not wanting to hand over during the day.

He was just an abbot, and the Baohua Temple was full of monks. How could he fight against the emperor?

If I had known earlier, I would have given it to them. It's just five acres of land, which is enough for their annual incense money.

If you anger the emperor, you might lose everything.

The more the abbot thought about it, the more frightened he became.

The tyrant walked for a while and found that An Jiu didn't catch up with him, so he turned back and soon found An Jiu.

"Your Majesty, let's go back." An Jiu looked at the dark forest and didn't want to go.

Late at night, she just wanted to sleep. She didn't want to watch the little tree with the little boy, nor did she want to watch the sun with the big boy.

However, the little boy was in high spirits, and he ran outside holding An Jiu in his arms.

"Xiaojiu, go look at the little tree."

An Jiu: "..."