The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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What's so good about such a person? !

Father Gu was so anxious that he wanted to curse.

"Father and mother, don't worry, I will go to the palace to persuade Sister Sheng some other day, shall I?"

Gu Tinghong looked at the letter again, his tone was calm.

"I believe that sister Sheng won't play games like this, she has her own considerations."

"Consideration?! Look at what she wrote, is it human?!"

What is super invincible and the cutest person,

I tm...

When Gu Qianqi thought of His Majesty's gloomy face, his legs softened.

Such a cute person?

King Yama is cuter than him!

It's really... pissed him off.

What aesthetic? !

"Father, don't be angry. Dali Temple will be free in a few days. I will go to the palace to talk to my sister."

As Gu Tinghong said, he carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

"How did you enter the palace?" Father Gu blew his beard and stared.

"Foreign ministers are not allowed to enter the harem, unless the emperor personally allows."

Gu Tinghong smiled, "Father may have forgotten that I have the right to freely enter and leave the palace."

He holds an official position in Dali Temple, and when it comes to major cases, he can enter and leave the palace at any time to collect evidence or report.

just right

Recently, there is a big case that needs to enter the palace.

When the time comes, drop by, and you can turn a corner to meet Sister Sheng.

"...Then you must remember to persuade her when the time comes, don't be hot. Everyone likes it. Some people are untouchable!"

Father Gu was almost pissed off by her.

"Okay, father, don't be angry, the son will tell."

Gu Tinghong said, and handed the letter back.

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night.

#Inside the Palace#

Deep in the sky was pitch black.

The bright and bright moon in the past disappeared in layers of thick dark clouds.

The dull evening wind was a little cold, blowing the sparse branches and leaves on the trees leisurely, making a "russling" sound.

Weiyang Palace,

The servants are orderly closing the doors and windows everywhere, preparing for the coming heavy rain.

Fusheng was wearing a gorgeous robe, standing at the door outside the dormitory, looking at the busy figures of the crowd, in a daze.

do not know either……

How is he.

At this time, Xiaocui walked over with a lamp, and reminded in a gentle voice,

"Ma'am, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

Fu Sheng gave a soft "huh\

,"She glanced at the dark sky, then turned and went back to the house.

The door of the dormitory has just been closed,

There was the sound of "clicking" raindrops outside.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the eaves, making a crisp sound.

The water flow formed by the raindrops slowly flows down the nest groove, hits the bluestone slab, and splashes slightly.

The wind was getting stronger, and the raindrops drifted into the eaves according to the direction of the wind, and wet the stone floor by the threshold.

Xiao Cui put away her umbrella and found a small bench to sit down on.

Tonight it's her turn to watch,

In the middle of the night, a bright and warm lamp hung beside her, lighting up the eaves.

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In the sleeping hall.

Fu Sheng was sitting at the tea table, holding a cup of hot tea, sipping it slowly.

The sound of the rain outside was getting louder and louder. It seemed that God was going to finish the rain owed some time ago in one go, and the rain showed no sign of decreasing.

The wind was blowing, making the door of the dormitory slightly rattling, and the originally closed windows also faintly showed signs of cracking in the shadows.

Fusheng waited for a long time, guessing that it was almost time, and then left in a flash.

The gorgeous red robe disappeared into the bedroom in an instant.

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Back to that familiar corner again.

Fusheng squatted, lying behind the screen, and breathed a sigh of relief softly.