A number of more carriages slowly arrived near the villa.

In one of the carriages.

Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan'er looked at Jiang Aijian, who was dressed in strange clothes.

Jiang Aijian said awkwardly: "Don't look at me like that... I will perform on stage in a moment..."

"Performing for your imperial grandmother?" If Lu Zhou couldn't even see this little thought, then his thousand years would have been in vain.

"Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, borrow flowers to offer to Buddha..." Jiang Aijian scratched his head in embarrassment.

Speaking of which, he had indeed not seen the imperial grandmother for a long time.

He has a grudge against everyone, but he only misses this old man...

"I have underestimated you," Lu Zhou said, stroking his beard.

"This is nothing...compared to your seventh disciple...You may not know that he planted more than two hundred traitors in order to destroy Jingming Dao. I really believe it..." Jiang Aijian said.
Chapter completed!