MTL - The System Asks to Uninstall: The Male God is Poisonous-Chapter 1959 The demon in the mirror, the history of the prince's ascendancy 13

Yan Yunfeng held the book in his hand, just read two lines, but his eyes could not be glued to it, but he still remembered to correct Luo Bai's address to him, "I said that I am not called Little devil!"

Luo Bai didn't care, "Only when you have read and fully understood the book will you be qualified to negotiate with me."

Yan Yunfeng stopped talking.

Luo Bai thought that this little devil would read the book without any distractions, but unexpectedly, after a tea time, the other party took his eyes away from the book.

Yan Yunfeng: "Brother Bai, as long as you protect that bronze mirror, you can always come out."

Little fans: [I will answer this question! 】

Luo Bai: [Shut up and thank you. 】

Little fans: I have stopped loving me since I had other dogs [grievance.jpg]

Luo Bai nodded, "Of course."

Yan Yunfeng was satisfied after getting the answer.

But after a while, he said again: "When the cracks on the copper mirror completely disappear, can you stay here twelve hours a day?"

Luo Bai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This little devil observed carefully.

Under Luo Bai's gaze, Yan Yunfeng felt a little embarrassed.

He cleaned the bronze mirror himself every day, and after looking at it a lot, he naturally noticed some subtle changes on it.

For example, the cracks in the bronze mirror are shrinking.

It is said that a broken mirror is hard to round, but he just saw it, and saw with his own eyes that the crack was "healing", so the early wisdom Yan Yunfeng had that guess.

Yan Yunfeng wanted to confirm again, "Really?"

Luo Bai lowered his eyes, "Of course."

Yan Yunfeng shouted again, "Brother Bai..."

Luo Bai didn't lift his eyelids, "Read a book, don't make a fuss."

…

The Prime Minister's Mansion.

The handsome man in the wind and the moon made the last stroke on the rice paper, and the tip of the pen was stained with cinnabar as red as blood.

And the picture scroll spread out by the man fills his entire long table, and the color that is as red as fire is the keynote.

Red robe, black hair, white skin, as if there were stars floating in her eyes.

"Sigh, sigh!" The knock on the door sounded.

The picture scroll is not dry yet, Liu Wenhe is unwilling to move, and does not want others to see it.

The man opened the door, and the little servant standing at the door was startled.

"Eldest young master, there is no news about the person you asked us to find earlier." The little servant said.

When the report was made, the little servant was actually very heartbroken.

Because in the end, his eldest young master not only targeted the high-level girls, but also let them secretly collect the portraits of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old young masters.

The servant who has served Liu Wenhe since he was a child feels that things are not very good.

But obviously, Liu Wenhe won't tell others what he thinks. He frowned when he heard that he couldn't find anyone.

It's so weird.

With the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there are still people who can't be found.

The fabric used in the other party's red robe is absolutely the best Shuiyue silk, that kind of fabric is sold for a thousand gold in the market, and it is often in short supply.

But why, there is no such person in the high gate......

Liu Wenhe was puzzled.

…

Time passes slowly, spring and winter come, and three years pass in the blink of an eye.

Yan Yunfeng is nine years old.

In the past three years, he moved from the most remote Mudan Palace to Xiyuan, then from Xiyuan to the better Donghui Pavilion, and finally from Donghui Pavilion to the prince The Jinjiao Palace where he lives.