King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Lin Jiumian was also polite, grabbed the pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, not afraid of being poisoned.

After taking a few mouthfuls and drinking a cup of tea, I felt more comfortable, and the smile on my face became even brighter.

It seems that she is an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world.

Sang Zi continued: "It's very simple to join the Holy Land, all you need is a certificate of approval."

"To cast a certificate is to do something beneficial to the Holy Land."

"As long as you can complete it, I can pass your membership application on behalf of the Holy Lord."

"From now on, you are a person from the Holy Land and we are also equal."

"As for your obligation, it is naturally to serve the Holy Land."

"When the Holy Land requires you to make some sacrifices, you can't be stingy."

"Of course our Holy Land is peaceful and we help each other. Whenever people in the Holy Land have difficulties, everyone will lend a helping hand."

He blinked innocently and said:
"Well, I can tell you this."

Lin Jiumian also deliberately pretended to be struggling violently with his thoughts. After seeing that there was no one around, he moved closer and said in a low voice:
"Let me tell you quietly, that man is not a coachman at all, he is the god of war in Xizhou, Leng Wangjun Wumo."

After Sangzi boasted a bit, Lin Jiumian said again:
"Then what title certificate do you want? I really want to join, but I don't know what I have to do before joining."

Sang Zi curled her lips and smiled when she heard this, because it was the same information as they had.

It's just that it doesn't matter whether it's the coachman or the fifth son, he wandered around the princess mansion, leaving a splash and then disappeared.

Lin Jiumian pretended to be innocent and widened his eyes, and said with some horror:

Sang Zi leaned closer and said, "You are the servant girl next to the princess, and you know the princess very well."

"You should know the princess's secret. As long as you can tell one of the princess's secrets, it will be regarded as a successful vote."

"I don't know the secret of the princess. I just serve her food and daily life."

Sang Zi hurriedly nodded and promised: "Yes."

But Lin Jiumian was sure that it was impossible for Sangzi not to know that Si Mian was Jun Wumo.

Sangzi said a lot about the goodness of the Holy Land, and he almost regarded the Holy Land as a particularly perfect existence.

"One of the suitors of my princess."

Lin Jiumian knew in his heart that this guy wanted to ask about Si Mian's whereabouts.

"Why did it appear for a few days and then disappear!"

"If you want to tell a secret, it must be known by those around her."

"You might as well ask the three sons beside her!"

Even Lin Jiumian, who knew the inside story, would feel tempted when he heard it.

"Because of this I know, but if I tell you this, can I really let me join the Holy Land?"

Jun Wumo entered the Princess Mansion as a coachman, but there are also outside rumors that he is the future fifth son.

So many people are asking about his whereabouts.

"Oh no, now it has become five!"

Si Mian is Jun Wumo.

Sangzi thought for a while and asked, "I heard that there was a new Fifth Young Master in the Princess Mansion not long ago, do you know the origin of this Young Master Wu?"

It seems that this girl is indeed going to surrender.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Jiu Niang."

"From today onwards, you are a member of our Holy Land."

Lin Jiumian happily agreed: "Okay."

After a pause, she asked curiously:
"Since I'm already a member of the Holy Land, can you tell me where the Holy Land is?"