Phoenix Fight

"I'm sorry to say thank you to the prince?" Bai Languo pulled back her clothes, looked at Mei Junzhi, and sneered.

Mei Junzhi lowered his head, as shy as a yellow flower girl.

Bai Languo couldn't help but couldn't help but said, "Sister Sister, I will replace the prince, thank you, you can thank me!"

"Why should I thank you?" Mei Junzhi looked up.

"Because you are in my light, it all depends on me being in the prince's light!"

"That's also reasonable, so Junior Brother would like to thank Senior Sister!" Xiaomei bowed and held her fists acquaintedly, and Bai Lan was very happy to see her.

Pu Yang became more upset: "Okay, let me rectify things one by one here. Let's go all the way. Tomorrow morning, face the saint, and Bai Languo will go with me. Mei Junzhi is in the house to take care of the princess."

"Mian Sheng?" Bai Languo has never followed Puyang to enter the palace to see the current emperor Lao Tzu until now. He became a little nervous when he heard this, "Is the saint a tyrant, a faint emperor or a Ming emperor? Why should I be together? go with?"

Pu Yang raised his eyes awe-inspiringly, with a stern expression in his eyes: "What a tyrant, it's okay for me to talk about this. Go out and say it, be careful of your head!"

Bai Languo shrank her neck.

Pu Yang continued to darken his face: "You are my personal guard, naturally you always follow me, you must go."

"Oh, what should I bring?" Bai Languo thought, if I could take a DV to photograph the majesty of the palace and the emperor's heroic majesty, how good would it be? Show off in front of the soap opera crew of the show off that this is the real palace, the real emperor does not know how majestic.

Of course, there is no camera, and DV is even more dreaming. Bai Languo flattened her mouth. Before Pu Yangyue hadn’t spoken, she thought to herself: “Or, bring some kind of gifts to honor the emperor, or bring... "

"Bringing a weapon is enough." Pu Yang Yue interrupted her, but he couldn't help but return.

"Weapon?" Bai Languo was startled, "How can I carry a weapon with me when I enter the palace? Although I am a guard, I can only guard your side with my bare hands when I enter the palace?"

Pu Yang nodded: "Yes, so you don't need to bring long swords. You need to bring daggers and whips. You should put them on your body without showing any flaws."

Bai Languo suddenly felt something wrong: "You go to see your father, do you need this...huh?"

"You are not allowed to ask more, just do it, it's getting late, if you don't practice sword, go to sleep for me."

"...Yes." Not daring to offend Pu Yang's less pretty face, Bai Languo led Mei Junzhi and retired from the study griefly.

And getting up early the next day, as Pu Yang Yue said, he really had to go to the palace.

Bai Languo was picked up from the bed by the maid before dawn. The clothes were worn one by one. She wore four or five layers of silk and satin, which made Bai Languo quite uncomfortable: "I I heard that the concubine or wife needs to be dressed elegantly when entering the palace. More than a dozen layers of clothes are not a few. I am a guard, why do you wear so many well?"

"Hide these." The maid suddenly took out three delicate knives and a bamboo leaf green snake whip from the tray of stacked clothes, and handed them to Bai Languo, "Prince Grandpa ordered."

"It's like following the palace stabbing, and I don't know what's going on." Bai Languo wrapped the whip around her waist, stuck the knife in the sleeve of the boot, and put on the last coat of clothing. She was in good shape. He was bloated, dressed in a sassy outfit, and quite capable.