Be Good Chapter 899: Come in and get fired


I saw her combing a lily bun and walking with broken peach blossoms. When she walked, the steps swayed and made a crisp and pleasant crashing sound.

The original charming appearance, because of this voice, has become a bit lively.

Wearing a hazy red peony pattern with thousands of water groups, holding an ink round fan, the round fan is faintly smudged with vermilion haze.

It really complements the dress.

It's beautiful.

Such women are worthy of the title of disaster.

Yuan Changhuan did not hide his appearance at all. Instead, under Qing Yao's skillful hands, he forcibly enhanced his already delicate and beautiful appearance to the extreme.

It is gorgeous and gorgeous, and gorgeous and expensive.

It is full of elegance and vitality.

With such an appearance, if you go out, it will be strange not to be envied.

Sure enough...

When Yuan Changhuan appeared in Peach Blossom Forest.

Countless eyes of envy, admiration, and jealousy almost burned her to death.

Yuan Changhuan has long been used to these eyes.

Calmly arrived at the location where the Peach Blossom Festival was held.

"This is the grandstand." Ting Zhuo led Yuan Changhuan to the grandstand.

The vision is wide, and you can see the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, martial arts and other competitions in your eyes.

"This place is nice."

Yuan Changhuan praised.

Hearing Zhuo hehe smiled, "It was the prince who ordered the little one to find a good position for the princess."

"Really?"

Yuan Changhuan replied lazily with frivolous eyebrows.

"Of course, the world can learn from the world's master's love for the concubine."

Ting Zhuo was not stingy with his praise, and he almost praised his family's son to the sky.

Yuan Changhuan listened to his words with a smile that was not a smile, and his eyes were calm.

Speaking room.

The Peach Blossom Festival has begun.

The judges on the stage are all famous people of Daqi.

"Thank you?"

Yuan Changhuan was not interested in others, so he waited until Ting Zhuo finished talking before asking.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the concubine Shizi would ask about the master Shizi, but Ting Zhuo gave a thud first.

Then he replied with a smile, "My son is responsible for the protection of the Peach Blossom Festival, so he is leading people to patrol."

"He is a civil servant, and he is a military officer?"

Yuan Changhuan's tone became lighter.

Tingzhuo's forehead started to sweat, why is the concubine Shizi so difficult to fool.

Just when he was stumbling.

Mo Chen rescued him.

"Tingzhuo, the son of the world sent you, don't hurry up."

Saved...

Ting Zhuo immediately ran out, "Concubine Shizi, let Mo Chen report everything you want to know, and the younger one will go to work first."

Run faster than a rabbit.

Looking at his back as he fled in a hurry.

Yuan Changhuan looked at Mo Chen slowly.

Mochen grows extremely tall.

Among the guards, he is also outstanding.

Everyone around them looked at them.

Yuan Changhuan hooked his fingers at him, "Sit down, don't get in the way."

"Yes..."

Mo Chen sat down obediently.

Place your hands on your knees.

Respectfully.

The look is still indifferent.

No one cares.

Yuan Changhuan sat down and lowered his voice, "Thank you for letting you protect me? Is something big going to happen today?"

Even Mo Chen was assigned to her.

Zhetian usually follows him.

Mo Chen's thin lips were tightly closed, not intending to speak.

"If you don't talk anymore, don't follow me! This concubine doesn't need a dumb guard!"

Yuan Changhuan's violent temper was about to be provoked by him.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would be able to swing a whip.

"The subordinates are ordered by the son, and only listen to the words of the son."

Mo Chen replied bluntly.

In fact, Zhetian's martial arts are almost the same as Mochen's, but Xie Ci knows that Zhetian listens to Yuan Changhuan, while Mochen only listens to him.

In case Zhetian is dismissed by Yuan Changhuan.

At that time, Changsun Jing will sneak in...


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