"I'm leaving, who will cover you with a quilt at night?" Xingzhui said.
Hua Xi was startled, and slowly swallowed back the words she wanted to ridicule him with.
He actually knew that she would kick the quilt when she slept at night, and even helped her cover herself with the quilt...
No wonder, since he took care of her, every time she woke up from sleep, the quilt would cover her body well.
Brat, you have some conscience!
But even so, we cannot easily condone his shamelessness!
"If you dare to molest me in the future, I will spank you hard. Do you hear me? I will do what I say!" Hua Xi said seriously.
Xingzhui responded lazily: "Oh."
What a stupid woman. Does she think he is as stupid as she is?
If he is frivolous towards her, of course he won't do it when she can find out.
Who knows about falling asleep?
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Shen Huaixu used the power of the prime minister to give Hua Xi the information about the remaining eleven spell masters on the mainland that had been sealed in the palace.
Now that the emperor has great trust in them, they can also view the secret files in the palace at will.
Hua Xi, on the other hand, was allowed to walk freely in the palace.
After all, Dugu Mansion was in the suburbs, too far away from the palace, so the emperor gave them the sealed Pingnan Palace.
When Prince Pingnan's mansion was confiscated, there were so many gold and silver jewels, antique jades, elixirs, crystals, charms and treasures that even the treasury could not contain them.
The luxury of Pingnan Palace is jaw-dropping, and the architectural specifications are second only to the Imperial Palace.
For the sake of convenience in the future, Hua Xi asked Shen Huaixu to accept it without rejecting it.
Dugufeng was afraid that the ghost of Prince Pingnan would be scattered, so he invited eminent monks from Baima Temple to perform several rituals.
Now that the monks outside are still chanting sutras, Hua Xi sits alone in a small independent courtyard and looks through the information on the spell masters.
In addition to her and the young master Ji Yue, there are ten spell masters in total, one of whom is a demi-god, a hybrid of god and human, with amazing talent.
For the other nine, their ancestry has not been recorded.
Talisman masters are too rare a profession, and many spell masters are afraid of being controlled by masters, so they choose to live a low-key and mysterious life. They will never show up easily before becoming famous.
And no one who has shown talent since childhood can escape the fate of being controlled.
Young Master Ji Yue is one, and the demigod is also under control.
Sure enough, a mixed-race spell master is what that person needs.
Hua Xi put down the information. Although there were only a few pages in total, she read it carefully for an hour.
Her eyes were a little sore and she rubbed her temples. It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.
She raised her head and saw a figure in purple robe sitting on a swing covered with green vines in the yard, swaying gently.
The bright sunshine fell on him, as if he didn't dare to get close, and could only form a dazzling halo of light, dyeing it into seven colors, surrounding him.
As the swing swayed, his hair was flying in the light, and his complicated clothes were flying in the air, like a huge purple lotus blooming in the wind.
That's true...I can't look away.
When she gradually came to her senses, the swing had stopped, and someone was sitting on it, leaning against the green vines on the side, looking at her with a half-smile.
"What are you looking at so fascinated?"
The ordinary green vines, under his background, seemed to be the finest jade, worth thousands of gold.
