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Chapter three hundred and ninety first luck

"Didn't I feel strange when I was standing in front of the chessboard? Then I moved a chess piece at random. I didn't even know which chess piece I moved. Then there was a bang and the chessboard split into two halves."

"Don't you know everything about what happened next?"

Gong Yueyue opened her mouth to tell what happened, but subconsciously concealed the fact that she and Ouyang Ke had known each other before.

Zhao Changyuan looked at Gong Yueyue strangely and thought to himself, is it really luck?

"So, you are very lucky!"

Zhao Changyuan sighed. You must know that there are countless people in the world who want to become the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion, but there are only a few who can actually be accepted as disciples.

Tianxiang Pavilion has been passed down for so long that ordinary people cannot be shocked at all. As long as they are disciples from Tianxiang Pavilion, they are very respected both in the world and in the court.

Even the royal family does not dare to touch the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion easily. Instead, they recruit the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion for their own use. However, Tianxiang Pavilion has always kept a low profile and does not interfere with the court, the world, and the world. It has a sense of independence. It is theirs.

Disciple, he rarely travels around the world as a disciple of Tianxiang Pavilion.

Therefore, in this world, it is not known at all how many disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion there are.

Even if the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion do not travel in the name of Tianxiang Pavilion, they will become heroes just by relying on what they have learned.

Zhao Changyuan did not expect that he would actually meet the last disciple accepted by the old man Tianxiang of Tianxiang Pavilion.

However, Zhao Changyuan would not tell anyone, which is why old man Tianxiang accepted Gong Yueyue as his disciple in front of Zhao Changyuan. Old man Tianxiang always has this way of looking at people.

When we returned to Zhao Changyuan's Mansion, it was already dark.

After dinner, Gong Yueyue stopped talking.

"Is there anything else? Oh, by the way, as a personal maid, you have to help me change clothes and wash up!"

Zhao Changyuan wiped his mouth and waited for the servants to put away the dishes. He leaned on the chair and said lazily.

Gong Yueyue was not shy at first, but now she was disturbed by Zhao Changyuan and she didn't hesitate anymore.

Anyway, she saw that Zhao Changyuan was deliberately teasing her. She agreed to be Zhao Changyuan's maid, but she didn't promise to be an excellent maid?

"Zhao Changyuan, don't push yourself too far!"

Gong Yueyue became angry, stamped her feet, and became angry. As a girl who had not yet left the court, it was very difficult for her to dress a man. Did Zhao Changyuan still have to undress him by himself?

Just thinking about it made Gong Yueyue blush.

But she was not an ordinary boudoir girl, and she quickly calmed down.

"Your Majesty, it's been three days. I think the guards you sent have already walked halfway, right?" Gong Yueyue smiled slyly.

Zhao Changyuan's face froze, and he soon laughed again, "Well, it's half time to leave, but do you think I can't summon people back immediately? For example, flying pigeons to send messages?"

Looking at Gong Yueyue's increasingly ugly face, Zhao Changyuan's face became more and more proud. But there was a slight sourness in his heart.

Zhao Changyuan waved his hand, "That's all, that's all, how about you and I each take a step back. I won't embarrass you, and don't say you are a maid. You just stay with me for three months. You also know that although I am a prince, but this palace

It’s just me…”

Gong Yueyue spoke softer and quieter.

Zhao Changyuan heard it, and he didn't mention what he just said. He just said, "I don't know about this, but there are quite a lot of books in my study. Come with me to the study to look for them."

"Isn't this bad?"

Isn't the study a very important place? Even if she goes to the study, she won't read any confidential documents, but she still feels bad!

Gong Yueyue thought to herself and saw Zhao Changyuan already taking steps away.

There was no other way, so Gong Yueyue had no choice but to follow.

The study is not very far from here, but it is in a separate courtyard.

Zhao Changyuan led Gong Yueyue to the side room. It seemed that no one had gone in there for a while. There was dust on the door.

Crunch——

As Zhao Changyuan pushed the door open, Gong Yueyue quickly took a step back, and sure enough, she saw a lot of dust falling on the door, which happened to fall on Zhao Changyuan's body.

"Cough cough, cough cough"

Zhao Changyuan shook the dust away with his hands, coughed a few times, and fell back. He looked very embarrassed.

After the dust settled, Zhao Changyuan said to Gong Yueyue, "Let's go!"

With that said, Zhao Changyuan stepped in, followed closely by Gong Yueyue.

The room was a bit dark and smelled of damp paper. When I first came in, I felt really uncomfortable.

However, there are so many books in the room. This is more of a library than a study room.

The house is very large, and the windows on all sides are covered with silk cloth, probably to prevent direct light from entering and damaging the books.

It was getting late, and except for the light coming from the door, the corners were getting darker.

However, when Gong Yueyue got closer, she could still see clearly that the books were placed in categories. However, the bookshelves were covered with dust, and they must have not been cleaned for a long time.

However, it is difficult to clean a library as large as this. Unless you do it yourself, you may not be able to rest assured if you leave it to your servants.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Only then did Gong Yueyue realize that at some point, lamps were lighting up in many places in the library. No, they were not lamps. It was simply too dangerous to light lamps in the library. The gases produced by burning oil lamps were harmful to the preservation of books.

It's also very big.

"It turns out to be the Night Pearl!"

Gong Yueyue was extremely surprised. The ones placed in the library and decorated to look like lamps were actually luminous pearls as big as a child's fist!

And they are even in size. When I counted them, there were exactly ten of them!

Gong Yueyue's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.

Zhao Changyuan looked a little amused, "It's just a few night-light pearls. If you like them, I have a few more beautiful ones in my warehouse. I'll give them to you at some time."

Then he said, "Guiding butterflies are only found in Tianxiang Pavilion. Although I have many books here, I don't know if there is a way to hatch them."

"Look here, there are some strange ways of raising animals..."

Gong Yueyue thought about it, and it seems to be the truth. If it really can't be hatched by then, then just go to the door to find it, or ask that Musheng?

Or maybe we can find some methods from these books?

Gong Yueyue had an idea and felt much happier.

After the two said goodbye, Gong Yueyue returned to Guiyuan...

Yingyue and Yingri had been waiting for a long time. As soon as they saw Gong Yueyue, they all stepped forward to help carry the books and said, "Girl, just let the slaves do these heavy tasks." (To be continued)

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