Fan Meng, who had drunk too much, was half lying in Li Chengfeng's arms, his eyes as charming as silk.

"Feng... Master Feng... Fan Meng also wants to hear it."

Wu Xu was so anxious that he was dancing with joy.

"Eighth Prince, please tell me quickly, I'm almost dying of anxiety!"

Li Chengfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that Fan Meng, who was usually gentle and intellectual, was already like this.

"Then I will talk to you carefully, listen carefully..."

Li Chengfeng and the women held candles together and chatted in the room until noon the next day.

After placing the girls in several rooms in the palace, Li Chengfeng, who had worked hard for many days, finally returned to Duke Zhou in his dream.

…

Just when Chang'an City was bustling with excitement, a group of people was marching towards Chang'an.

"Our mission this time is related to Tibet's century-old plan. I hope you will be extremely careful."

A Tubo envoy looked at the people in the Bodhi Courtyard behind him with a serious look on his face.

Among the people in Bodhi Courtyard, an old man came to him.

"Don't worry, since we promised Khan to go to Datang, we will not break our promise!"

The Tubo envoy looked at the Kunsa people, nodded heavily, and drove the carriage forward.

There is a gold box in the carriage. The box is covered with iron chains, but what is hidden inside is full of pills.

Everyone in the Bodhi Courtyard followed the carriage, but the old man walked forward slowly.

The old man held a heavy Zen staff in his hand, but it seemed as if it was nothing.

If Li Chengfeng were here at this moment, he would definitely be shocked.

Because the old man's feet were actually suspended off the ground, and he was slowly flying forward like an immortal.

Li Chengfeng, who was sleeping soundly in the palace at this moment, didn't know yet.

A brand new trouble was sweeping towards him.
Chapter completed!