Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

?West Factory——

Minglan smashed things in the room all night, venting his inner anger like Princess Wan. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.wuxiaspot.com

The two factories of the East and West were ordered to jointly solve the case. He led the Xichang Ti cavalry field to charge and lure the rebellion against the party, but the result was that Dongchang took the lead. He couldn't help but annihilated the thieves who ransacked the execution ground. The hiding place, the meticulous work that buried it in the palace was uprooted.

Why is it so brilliant that Leng Qingtang has taken over him? Okay, the fox played the West Factory again!

Ming Lan refused to accept it at the moment, he couldn't tolerate himself being used up by the Dongchang guy and thrown away.

Recalling the dangerous cold arrow he had suffered on the execution ground, Ming Lan suddenly stopped being angry.

As soon as he stepped down on the Eight Immortal Table, Ming Lan waved his hand and lifted the Elm Eight Immortal Table. As a result, there was a slight "scratch" on his wrist. He was flashed by the heavy wood, grinning with pain, and the heat and sweat continued to flow down his temples.

"Oh, my good superintendent, you can stop and stop, because the old fox in the Dongchang factory has angered his body, it is really not worth it!"

Upon seeing this, An Hong leaned over to persuade Minglan, raised a chair to help him sit down, and massaged his wrist for a moment, then flatteringly found safflower oil, poured some in the palm of his hand, and gently smeared his injuries.

The pungent smell made Minglan tighten the enchanting facial features, an unnamed fire hit her heart, and the white and intact right hand quickly withdrew, and asked angrily:

"What is it? It's so weird, I'm not used to it. Take it away!"

Angong wiped his hands with a wet kerchief and smiled brightly:

"Be patient. Isn't safflower oil just like this? You hurt your bones and your wrists will swell without applying it. It will be very ugly."

Minglan has always paid attention to his personal image, but now he heard that his hands were swollen, and immediately stopped tossing, stretched out his arm, and ordered:

"Press the governor again."

"it is good !"

An Hong held up the governor’s cat, rubbed and praised:

"Oh, our superintendent's hands are really beautiful, look at this skin as smooth as satin..."

He quietly raised his head to see Minglan's expression eased, and continued to coax:

"Then what is the Dongchang factory? If you are really capable, we need our long live master to make an order. Would you please help him?"

"Humph!"

Ming Lan's eyebrows moved, finally showing a smile:

"Thinking about it was just stunned, the governor said why Leng Qingtang wanted Xichang to help him, and he asked us to do it for the current effort to get the knife, and the Xichang 1000 twee rides to stand in front of their east factory. o He Well, ran to the hidden mountain without the smoke or the fire, and the whole thing was all good errands for credit and rewards."

An Hong kept moving his hands, tilted his head and thought, then said:

"Don't you still have a picture of Kunhuang Island in your hand? Dedicating it to the emperor, you have made a top priority."

Minglan's eyes were blank, and she slowly shook her head and looked gloomy:

"No, the governor still feels wrong. The more Leng Qingtang says that the picture is true, the more he realizes that there is fraud in it. Tomorrow morning, the governor will bring the picture to the palace and meet the imperial concubine first. As for the picture, it is true. False, it’s most appropriate for her to ask Kagurahou."

The little eunuch's feminine and anxious voice came from the corridor:

"Supervisor, overjoyed, careless!"

Minglan pulled her face down immediately, turned her head and shouted at the door:

"Fuck your mother! What happy event can the Governor have—"

An Hong hurried out, pulled in the reckless little **** by ear, and gave him ten crisp slaps in front of Minglan's eyes.

Finally quenched him, scolded harshly:

"The dog can't spit out ivory, so what is it!"

The little **** knelt on his knees and cried "Woo", covering his face so that he did not feel wronged, and drew back:

"The minion, the minion dare not talk indiscriminately. Right now we in the West Factory...There is indeed a happy event..."

Ming Lan curled her eyebrows in confusion, and when she went to pat the table with her left hand in a deerskin glove, she emptied herself. She reluctantly looked at the Eight Immortal Table, which was leaning on the ground, and turned her left hand to pat her thigh:

"Death minion! You can't tell what's the happy event. The supervisor will ask someone to strip your clothes and hang you naked in the outer courtyard to make sausages. o"

The little **** was so frightened that he shuddered and sniffed aggrievedly:

"Back to the governor, You Tie just found a person on the street. It was Miss Yun who cast nets around the West Factory for a year and a half, and the people are already waiting in the front hall."

"..."

Ming Lan was speechless for a while, her straight peach blossom eyes suddenly appeared in a trance, and her eyes slowly became red.

An Hong saw that, silently waved to the little **** and threw the man out.

When I turned around, I saw my superintendent poking stiffly, his pupils dazzlingly widened, and tremblingly called:

"Anzi..."

An Hong hurried to help, and said:

"Supervisor, your subordinates are here."

With a sudden heat in his eyes, Ming Lan's eyes twitched, her sharp voice with a bit of excitement that was hard to suppress:

"Just now Cole said, who, who is here?"

An Hong looked directly at the governor’s unconscious white face, with mixed feelings in his heart, and his voice trembling slightly:

"It's Miss Yun, Miss Yunxi found it."

"Yes, yes, Yunxi... that little wild cat... went crazy for a year and a half, but it's back..."

Minglan's expressions were repeated, sad and happy, and she ran to the front courtyard as she spoke quietly.

An Hong felt uneasy, and with the help of his belt, Minglan, who was in a mess, was safely escorted to the front hall of the West Factory.

I saw the delicate girl sitting on the rose chair, and the dim candlelight cast an inch of slender shadow on the white wall. Even the crow feathers and long eyelashes were exquisite, as long as a small hairy brush, gently shaking and scratching. Itchy.

"... Yunxi!"

Minglan opened her mouth for a long time, finally exhaling the words that had been held in her throat for a long time, and then rushed away.

The quiet girl in front of her was frightened, her back was close to the back of the chair, and her thin upper body leaned backwards, trying to keep her away from Minglan.

The long-lost beautiful face, now with disheveled hair and rags like a beggar, pricked Ming Lan's peachy eyes. He was dumb, spreading his hands apart to comfort:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... if I don't come close..."

Little did she know that the girl tilted her head and looked at him many times, her apricot eyes were covered with a mist of doubt, her brows were innocently bent, and she asked with a smile:

"who are you?"

Minglan's eyes flashed sharply, shaking her head straight to the guard Tiqi, shocked that the man turned pale, and bowed down on one knee:

"The superintendent calmed down her anger, she was like this when her subordinates found the girl, she was foolishly stupid..."

"Shut up, you are stupid--"

Minglan cursed Tiqi with red face and red ears and waved:

"Don't go to the doctor!"

"Yes Yes!"

Tiqi agreed and ran out.

Minglan approached the girl in two steps, holding her dirty little hand, a thought of the past rushed to his heart.

He blinked his wet eyes, smiled and said to her:

"Little monster, you finally came back. You know that you disappeared that year. I sent people to search everywhere. One search is a whole year..."

The girl was also looking at him, with two bright eyes shiningly lovable. As her eyes flashed, she noticed something suddenly, and chuckled twice:

"Why do you wear gloves in the house? Why do you only wear one?"

An Hong was so shocked that he dared not make a sound, hunched his arms and humbled aside.

It is true that which pot is not opened and which pot is to be lifted. The governor does not want others to mention the incompleteness of his left hand. Hey, it's good, his old man will be furious again later!

While secretly guessing, An Hong's worried gaze lingered on the girl for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the surroundings were still silent for a long while, unable to see the face of the governor, only to hear his watery and feminine voice rising up, carrying an indelible pampering:

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way... For you, everything is always worth... Anzi!"

An Hong was stunned and suddenly listened to the supervisor calling him, and then replied.

Minglan turned around and ordered:

"Bring some supper to the kitchen. Be sure to be rich, for fear that this little guy is hungry."

An Hong went out to prepare, and soon led people to bring a few large plates, chicken, duck, fish, various dim sum soups, which filled a table.

The girl spread a bright smile and ran to the table, looked down, suddenly bowed her head with her hands and opened a bow left and right, grabbed the big fish and filled her mouth vigorously.

An Hong and Ming Lan exchanged stunned eyes, one moved the chair, and the other sat down with her.

Minglan handed the chopsticks to her and coaxed her carefully. She didn't know that she had such patience:

"Don't worry, slow down, it's all yours...Come on, eat with chopsticks, grab something before washing your hands, you will get sick if you eat it..."

The girl raised her head, grinning embarrassingly at him, her shiny black hand took the chopsticks, and slowly fed the vegetables into her mouth.

After eating and drinking, washing hands and mouth, the little **** led the doctor into the hall.

After asking for diagnosis and treatment, Lang concluded that the girl must have experienced a lot of waste during the more than a year of her disappearance, causing part of her memory to be lost.

Combining the talented girl with a foreign accent, Minglan believed the doctor's words.

Who kidnapped her that year and how she escaped into Beijing? Let's ask more about it when her condition gets better.

After the doctor left, Minglan gestured with his hands and feet to order his subordinates to prepare a car and go back to the admiral's mansion later.

The girl in the hall sat silently, her delicate features without much expression.

Shui's eyes slightly looked at the back of Ming Lan Jiaopao's long body, she quietly moved the corners of her lips, smiling as cold as the most violent poison.