Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

[...Xing, those few ran towards Xuanyuanling to the north, you can see for yourself. ]

Ya Yaying yawned while drawing the escape route of Ouyang Lian and others on the GPS map and sent it to Xiang Xing.

[Well, found it. ]

Hearing the sound, Xiang Xing swallowed the passion pancake in his mouth with a whimper.

After that, I stared at the map very seriously for a long time.

It wasn't until he was roughly familiar with the composition of the geographical location that he took a deep breath, and then quietly pulled the sleeve of the man beside him.

Feng Lan paused for a moment, but instantly understood.

"Sir, it's getting late, please rest early, save enough energy, and fight this last battle."

The man smiled lightly, bowed his hands to Situ Lingwei, and stood up with the little guy by his side, "The minister and the general still have some things to do, so please retire first."

"Hey, okay!"

Situ Ling blinked his eyes, and couldn't help but nodded and waved his hands with an understanding face, "You guys, let's go! Gu will play chess with Miss Fenghan for a while..."

"what?"

Being mentioned inexplicably, Feng Han, who had also stood up, suddenly frowned strangely, and said in puzzlement, "No, Your Majesty, the subordinates didn't say they want to play chess..."

"Oops! Just one plate, one plate!"

Situ Ling hurriedly grabbed her, while secretly winking at Xiang Xing, with a weird smile on his face, "Hurry up and cook mature rice for Gu."

The corners of the little guy's mouth twitched.

This little devil, the emperor is not good, what a mess.

...

After walking out of Jingye Hall, Feng Lan carried Xiang Xing all the way to the library at the back of the palace.

"...The saint will let you live here?"

Seeing that the man greeted the guards of the library with ease, with a light and comfortable appearance of returning to his home, the little guy had a small head, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Isn't it, the kid is so stubborn that he doesn't even prepare an empty house?

Hearing this, Feng Lan paused for a moment, but seemed unable to hold back, and sneered softly.

"Is the little general unaware?"

He turned his head in a funny way and winked at her with peach blossom eyes, "The side hall where I am staying has long been covered with eyeliner by the vigilant old man in your house. If I bring you Go back, maybe we won't see tomorrow's sun again~"

"...This, is that so?"

Xiang Xing's throat froze, and he could only hang his small head in embarrassment, blinking his soft eyes silently.

I wondered how the old-fashioned grandpa knew about it...

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Feng Lan concealed a smile on her lips, and after all the guards around her backed down, she gently took the little guy's hand.

While rubbing the thin calluses on her fingertips, he led her into a very hidden secret room inside the library.

To Xiang Xing's surprise, this secret room was even unlocked with the blood of Feng Lan's fingertips, and then opened!

Seeing this, the little guy swallowed his throat secretly, and couldn't help but look at him with some complexity.

However, the man could see directly what she was thinking, only bowed his head slightly, and explained with a smile: "This library was designed by my Feng family for the late emperor, and it has been the place where Fengxianglou and the royal family conveyed confidential information since ancient times. ."

"Is that so..."

Xiang Xing nodded his head as if he didn't understand.

Soon, she was led by him to a giant Eight Immortals table surrounded by various ancient bookshelves.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had already been placed on the table, lined up squarely.

The chapter that was supposed to be published regularly in the morning turned out to be unscheduled because of my sand sculpture.

hiss……