"Are you sure you want to take my pants?" Xia Guixuan pulled his belt back.

"That's your majesty's order. Don't blame us, little tiger." The little maids blushed, turned their heads and refused to look at him, while hugging him and trying to pull him out of his belt.

Xia Guixuan untied himself with a "swish" sound: "Is it big?"

The little maids screamed and all ran away: "Help your Majesty, there is a pervert here!"

"The defense here is not good." Xia Guixuan walked in leisurely with his pants.

Even the other maids were gone inside, and Shao Siming stared at him with a cold face: "Are you still proud?"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Shao Siming took off the sword from the wall and slapped it down with a sheath: "I will untie your belt and make you a hooligan! I will be a hooligan when I see a woman! I will be a hooligan, I will be a hooligan!"

Xia Guixuan held his head and squatted in defense.

Ah Hua is so happy.

Thirty years Hebei and thirty years Hebei and Hebei!

This is the opposite of being on the Canglong Star. My sister pretended to be a tiger girl and faced the father god carefully, and she had no choice but to be teased. This time, Xia Guixuan pretended to be a tiger boy who saw His Majesty Donghuang, and did not dare to resist when he was beaten.

Resistance will reveal itself, right?

This time, the domineering president's temperament was completely unable to be displayed, and Shao Siming was still full of hatred. I wonder how this guy lived here.

But as this dog-licking look, I'm afraid I'm quite happy to be beaten?

The maids carefully surrounded him and said happily: "Your Majesty is a good fight! Let's go get the chili water tiger bench!"

Xia Guixuan held his head and grinded his teeth, and glared at them.

I was wrong when I didn't let you sleep in the past. Wait and see how I will deal with you if the dust is settled in the future.

Shao Siming also knew why this guy was a hooligan, because at least half of these maids were originally serving him. Although he didn't touch him, in fact, the maids on him had seen many of the faces of him with red faces. It was normal to serve clothes and wash clothes.

So it's natural.

But you still have to wake you up, because you are just a little tiger now. What if you are too exposed and you are recognized? God knows if anyone remembers yours.

Shao Siming sneered: "Isn't the tiger bench the only one himself? Whoever wants to sit on it, sit for a day."

maid:"……"

"We don't sit, we won't touch stinky men!"

"Okay." Shao Siming rolled his eyes: "Your former Majesty will be very satisfied with your loyalty and chastity when you know."

The maids pinched the corners of their clothes with red faces: "It's not that..."

Shao Si Ming had a stern face: "So you miss the old master every day in front of me, are you looking for death?"

The maids' faces were pale: "I dare not..."

"Get out and go to the penalty stand, no summoning or entering!"

"Yes..." The maids sniffed out.

"Wait a minute." Shao Siming said lightly: "I have said before before. After completing the task, I will be given the position of secretary. You can go and file it and set a position for him. Oh, his name is Fat Tiger."

The maids wanted to persuade him, but they felt that it was a bit bad to use a man as a secretary... But seeing His Majesty's face today is like frost, it is probably not a good time to advise him. It's better to find an opportunity another day to forget about it...

Having said that, it is actually normal for a female leader and a male secretary. As long as you don’t have to be impure in your mind, it’s just a regular employment.

Judging from Your Majesty’s mood today, maybe this little tiger is not only not rising to the top, but also suffers.

What a poor little tiger, he bumped into His Majesty's aunt for a while, alas...

Watching the little maids go out and stand, Xia Guixuan raised his head and looked up.

My sister is always wearing an elegant purple long skirt. She has never seen any dragon crown and phoenix crowns when she succeeds to the throne. Uh, no, long skirts, nothing can be seen from below...

Continue to look up and meet a pair of cold eyes: "Where are you looking at?"

Xia Guixuan hurriedly smiled: "I'm waiting for your Majesty to give me the order."

Shao Siming nodded: "If you want to be my personal secretary, you still have to follow a few rules."

Xia Guixuanqi said: "What rules?"

"First of all, men are never allowed to approach me, so you should wear women's clothes."

Xia Guixuan: "?"

Ah Hua was so happy that she rolled around with her belly. Oh, why didn’t you finish digesting this fish? It’s so hard... Hurry up, women’s clothing! Women’s clothing!

The first rule froze. Xia Guixuan squatted there, looking at Shao Siming like begging for mercy. That means you change it, there is nothing you can do about it...

Shao Siming was unmoved with a stern face.

You don’t even say anything soft, just want me to let you go? Is there such an easy thing?

Tui~

Think beautifully.

This time I won’t let me enjoy myself enough, I can’t let you, little tiger!

Xia Guixuan finally said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I am a tiger clan, and it is a great power. If you lose the face of the tiger clan, your Majesty will not look good..."

"Oh, use the tiger clan to threaten me?" Shao Siming was both angry and funny.

This guy...it's really hard to make him surrender.

I am so used to being tall and being tall, and picking up girls is also a template for the boss. If you are low and small, you really can't do it.

Don’t you live in the summer and return to the Xuan?

Today I have to let you live next time before I can relieve the hatred in my heart!

Xia Guixuan was defending: "That's not threatening the tiger clan... Your Majesty must not want the important tribes under his command to lose that anger..."

"Ha..." Shao Siming smiled and said, "Can you still represent the tiger clan?"

Xia Guixuan gritted his teeth and said, "I represent the future of the tiger clan!"

Shao Siming really wants to laugh.

But the thoughts are a little complicated.

What I like about him is this anger, too.

It represents the future...so he really supports the future of the Eastern Emperor Realm.

She thought a little dazzled that it would not seem like a good thing to break his proud bones, and she didn't want it.

Then...will change it?

Shao Siming pursed his lips and said lightly: "You can't do the first rule, so you should be punished."

Xia Guixuan instead sighed: "I'd like to be punished."

Shao Siming pointed to Fuxi's zither on the zither platform: "This ancient artifact, the most acquired treasure, leads to the fate of the innate nature, and becomes the invisible of the Eight Trigrams. Since the strings of the zither are broken, it is not Fuxi himself who cannot repair it, but we have other ways."

Xia Guixuan knew what to do, but he would listen honestly: "Please make it clear to you."

"The Taiyi platform, at the core of this world, gathers the power of earth, water, fire and wind in this world. Spirituality is found in it. Wind and thunder gather together, and the sound of the great sound is rare, so it becomes the bell of the Donghuang and commands the world. If someone holds a string of a piano and lives in Taichung, forges it with innate fire, and builds it with innate gold, and wind and thunder from all directions to play the sixty-four images, the ancient sound tone and tone are harmonious, and Fuxi's piano can be repaired."

Xia Guixuan pretended to have a circle: "...I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand." Shao Siming smiled slightly: "Just need to know that you have to grab the string of this piano, burned by the innate fire, baptized by the innate thunder, the ancient sound penetrates the brain, and the Taiyi shape is rebuilt... for a full 7749 days."

"Oh by the way..." She added: "Taiyi Tower is not in the past, nor in the present. You go in forty-nine days and get abused for only a moment, so don't worry about going there for too long... In addition, don't worry about dying, because even death can be reshaped, endless."

The maids outside shivered and felt a little sympathy for the little tiger.

It's so miserable... His Highness the Grand Secretary regarded that kind of place as a tiger's den. It is said that he would come out after fourteen days when he went in. Even the former Majesty would only be forty-nine days.

This little tiger is just Qin Xin, and he will suffer for forty-nine days? Isn’t this just going in and reshaping it after death, and repeatedly tossing and struggling countless times?

Just when the maids thought the little tiger was about to refuse, they heard him answering word by word: "I wish to die for Your Majesty."

The maids are very difficult to understand.
Chapter completed!