One is a chrysanthemum, the other is a peony.

Han Sanqian, who had gotten nothing at first, suddenly pointed the little black stick at Peony on the west chamber again.

Just now, he just glanced over it, but now Han Sanqian finds it more and more strange the more he looks at the peony.

Although it actually doesn't seem to be anything special, for some reason, Han Sanqian always feels that it seems to be extremely awkward with the style of other places in the house.

"Could it be that the agency is here?"

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian frowned, and rushed to the huge picture with a small black stick in his hand, and then quickly searched around. Suddenly, Han Sanqian found that the vase painted could not be moved.

The organ is indeed here!

With a move in his heart, Han Sanqian was about to make a move, but suddenly at this moment, the little black stick in his hand suddenly moved wildly, and when Han Sanqian subconsciously held it tighter, suddenly, behind him suddenly A black shadow flashed by.

When Han Sanqian subconsciously wanted to turn around, a black shadow suddenly hit his head. Immediately afterwards, his eyes darkened and he passed out directly...

When Han Sanqian regained consciousness, the sun was already shining brightly outside the window. Layers of sunlight poured in through the window, making the room warm.

Han Sanqian touched his left forehead subconsciously. If he remembered correctly, when he turned around last night, he was suddenly attacked by something from this direction, so that he was hit here and passed out.

But as soon as Han Sanqian got his hands in place, he couldn't help frowning.

The forehead was abnormally smooth, not only did it not have any swelling, on the contrary, it did not even leave a scar.

The weirdest thing was that when Han Sanqian dazzled around, although the buildings were different, Han Sanqian could tell at a glance that he was in his own wing last night.

It is also in the east wing!

Could it be that it was a dream that went to the West Wing after nightfall last night? !

Han Sanqian was really a little unclear for a while, but at least judging from the scar on his forehead and the location where he woke up, the guessing of the dream is not unreasonable.

But the fact that I went to the West Wing last night was real, not like a dream.

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What exactly is going on?

Just when Han Sanqian was in a lot of doubts, at this moment, he heard bursts of noise outside, which was quite noisy.

"Guest, are you awake?"

At the door, a figure appeared and asked patiently.

Han Sanqian knew that it was the old butler from last night, so he echoed softly, "What's the matter with the old butler?"

"Hehe, it's nothing to worry about. I just respect the order of the city lord and send some things. If it's inconvenient for the distinguished guests, I'll come back later." After speaking, the old butler was about to turn around and leave.

"Come in." Han Sanqian replied, then got up from the bed and walked down.

The old butler pushed open the door and walked in with a smile, holding a tray in his hand, on which was a set of exquisite clothes: "The city lord ordered the old man to give this set of clothes to the distinguished guests early in the morning. "

"The old man came here earlier, but it was too early. I saw no movement in the room, and guessed that the VIP might still be resting, so I didn't dare to disturb you until just now..." The old butler said with a chuckle: "The VIP is resting. good?"

Han Sanqian's heart was shocked. He didn't know if he was insinuating when he said that he had a good rest, but he smiled and said: "Thank you, old housekeeper, for your concern. It's okay to rest."

"By the way, why is it so noisy outside?" Han Sanqian changed the subject. JrNovels.com