There was a "puff".

In the Closen Show Director's Studio, Ying Xiangxiang almost sprayed out the beauty tea. The barrage was so excited that it was a carnival-"God, the scarf is locked!", "I want to be the queen, you only give it to a mistress??!WTF!", "Little witch rushes to the duck! France's number one beauty rushes to the duck!", "Brother Wei, it's amazing! Hand the big sword to the boss!"

The barrage is mixed with a series of question marks from the straight male audience of Hyacinth Show: "What scarf?"

"The Wei Shi player has such a wild way, and there is not much information... Oh, because the Tarot card dungeon and traffic trainee Wu Jin took the photo for the first time. During the conversation, there was no more than two sentences. Later, because Closenxiu forced the group to form the "Scarf CP", he held a grudge against him, and instructed two Wind God Wingdow in the Dinosaur Era knockout match to force the Wu Jin player who could have been able to win the championship. Wu and Wei players fought desperately, and died with 5 and 6 adjacent two - can they also form CP??"

On the stage, Xue Ge picked up the microphone and commented as usual: "A very interesting strategy. The clues of the purple card are complicated and scattered. Compared to step-by-step 'solving', holding the think tank-type players to 'take the exam' and exchange interests is the fastest way to pass the level."

"Of course, all the premises are based on the strength of Wei Shi's strong players-"

The picture flashed back, Wei Shi started the parachuting trip, and cleared the field within two hours. The team that stayed in Trianon was obedient with Wei Shi’s team and agreed to trade.

Wei Shi almost mastered the movements of all the blue and purple cards in the entire palace, and "violently took over" Louis XIV's clue cards as soon as possible.

When this "Wang Zhaojun-style" A-level trainee was not valued by most contestants at first, and the public's impression was still on "good face", "common CP", and "raising dragons", which undoubtedly made many trainees frightened at this time.

In the middle of the screen, Wu Jin was forced to follow Wei Shi.

Vera looked heartbroken, and her pair of talking eyes seemed to appear in the next second, "Little Wu Mama doesn't allow you to make such a big sacrifice for the dungeon!"

Chu Chu followed by a smile: "Two, our Louis XIV King is very kind. It is not difficult to unlock the first mistress, Mrs. Monterey Pan. The little witch player does not even need to contribute a beautiful body to the king! As long as you sell your brain power, you can..."

Vera was crazy inside. What this hot chicken king obviously wanted was the little witch to contribute beautiful things...

She said coldly: "Each card in Versailles is independent of each other. I think our mission does not need to be entangled with the king."

Wei Shi was indifferent.

Chuchu quickly corrected: "90% of the information next to the perfume rack is in our hands. We can't say 'intrusive'. I prefer this to be a deal. You are the buyers, and we are selling information about 'Mrs. Montereypan'."

The door of the King's study slammed open, and two biography of Louis XIV were placed on the table.

"Relax," Chuchu sent the two of them parchment paper: "It's just a very simple open-book test. The test questions are written on paper. How much can you solve Monterey Pan's information is exchanged for you."

Several crooked rectangles and scattered parts of the year were drawn on the parchment paper.

"..." Not only Vera, but also Wu Jin was instantly out of power.

Wei Shi glanced at Chuchu: "Is this the topic you copied?"

Chuchu immediately flattered: "Although there is a slight difference, it basically retains the charm of the original question. Just these few numbers and rectangles, it is almost the same! It is almost the same!" Then he waved his hand: "Start solve the problem, everyone."

On the side of the long table, Vera repeatedly thought about it and felt something was wrong: "Do we want to run away?"

Wu Jin spoke hard: "All the clues about Mrs. Monterey Pan are here. Leaving Big Trianon means giving up the breaking card. It's okay, let's make this deal."

Vera looked at the twisted geometric figures again in a daze: "What the hell is this?"

Wu Jin glanced at the card that was held in the hands of the boss and said softly: "That is Louis XIV's card face clue."

Vera was stunned.

"They haven't solved the card yet," Wu Jin said: "The character card taken out of the code box has at least its name and year of birth and death. It shouldn't be the only portrait of Louis XIV. The most likely possibility is that the purple card in their hands is just a copy card that has not been passed. The clue of the card is this geometric figure. They occupied the Trianon Palace to hold the players to solve the problem for them."

After a long time, Vera gently moved her lips: "Use the blue card task book to exchange for the purple card clues... They are really profitable."

Wu Jin spread his hands: "We have no choice."

As night ends, candles are lit in Trianon Palace. Paper and pens intersect with salsa, the door is slightly open, and the night wind in late autumn is still vaguely floating in.

Wu Jin has already translated most of the biography, and the dense years and locations are recorded on the parchment paper, and a 17th-century administrative map of France is spread out next to it, and several major battles are marked with messy lines.

Vera leaned against the soft collapse at the farthest part of the room, with a biography covered on her head, and Wu Jin was guarding her, and she didn't know the people who had already slept.

The boss went out once in the middle, and when he came back, he was covered in cold air.

Wu Jin straightened his back so hard that his mind was obviously no longer on the information. The man slowly approached the long table, like an invigilator who was opening the paper exam.

Wei Shi stood beside Wu Jin.

The automatic camera on the side quickly caught up and took a few shots. The boy was very angry and wrote on the parchment paper. The invigilator put pressure behind him, and Wu Jin was angry and red in his ears.

After the camera is taken, the lights are turned off and the power is saved.

Chuchu was still strolling outside, Vera was sleeping sweetly. Wu Jin felt warm on her head, and her rough big hands were rubbing her soft curly hair.

Wu Jin raised his head well.

Wei Shi bent down, and his thick lips and tongue pressed against Wu Jin and drove straight in.

The boy immediately became a quail, afraid that Vera would wake up.

The sky was spinning and the kiss ended. The man rubbed Wu Jin, who was soft like a cotton candy, and gently licked the boy's teeth.

"The piano is good." Wei Shi whispered.

Wu Jin felt sarcastic in his heart, and remembered something again, and also lowered his voice and accused him: "I want to see your original card."

The man simply pulled out, and Wu Jin then expanded the space arrangement of a row of rectangles and made a gesture with the boss to say, "You're not doing anything."

Wei Shi moved a chair expressionlessly and sat next to Wu Jin. His long legs were not disgusted and insisted on squeezing his feet on the stool opposite Wu Jin.

The pen tip slid on the parchment paper, and Wu Jin had no inspiration for the row of rectangles, so he could only study the year: "1672, France-Dutch War. 1685, Fontainebleau Edict, 1688, Grand Alliance War. 1701, Spanish throne succession war... All years are Louis XIV's ruling achievements. Time is the coordinate axis and rectangles are major events, and the intervals are not in line with the year."

Inspiration was exhausted, and two feet unconsciously stepped on the boss's legs: "I can't think of it..."

Wei Shi said: "Then step on it again."

When Wu Jin froze, he would silently withdraw his legs, but he was suppressed by Wei Shi.

The man's pure black pupils flashed slightly under the candlelight, like a cluster of flames stirring quietly. The hot hormones made Wu Jin unable to find Bei in an instant: "Let's come over and sleep for a while."

Wu Jin whispered to express his expression: Wei! La!

Wei Shi: "What are you afraid of? She hasn't seen her before."

Wu Jin was dizzy and lost his thoughts and happily came over: "Then, Vera woke up and called me..."

He took a deep breath of the boss in the dungeon, lying here and there for a while, and he was restless after arching around for a second. He seemed to have returned to the R code base in a daze, and he was still bullying the little teenage angel Wei Shi, who was almost so beautiful that he was so beautiful.

"Don't move." The man's voice was slightly hoarse.

Wu Jin was well-behaved in an instant and nodded with a nasal voice—

Wei Shi's eyes became deeper, and he wanted to wake up the person but couldn't get out of his way. He could only rub the boy's neck twice with revenge, and the rough gun cocoon and the healed imprints were buckled. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Vera, who was next to the fireplace in the distance, woke up sleepyly and was about to rub the biography on her head.

Wu Jin woke up in shock.

The boy's eyes were wide open. Seeing that Vera was about to reveal the biography, she was in a hurry and wanted to distance herself from the boss. Unexpectedly, her ankle was still on the boss's legs, and her entire center of gravity was unstable, and she fell down from the butt that was moved out of the chair.

Wei Shi quickly grabbed the person with his eyes and hands, but Wu Jin rolled a salted fish and fluttered himself out, and threw him on the velvet blanket.

Wei Shi: "…"

Vera woke up instantly. Seeing Wu Jin falling to the ground miserably, Wei Shi sat in a chair and watched him furiously, and he was furious: "Isn't he just unable to solve the problem? What do you do if you kick him! What should I do if the little witch is broken?"

She glanced at the camera and saw that the recording light went out, so she happily added: "Scum!"

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Jin finished his explanation, but Vera hesitated and said: "How great is it when we first look for paintings! Don't be afraid of little Wu. We will drive away the great devil Wei Yan and can also drive away Wei Shi!"

Wu Jin quickly explained, Yu Guang accidentally swept to the rectangle under the turban-

He paused suddenly.

"Looking for painting...rectangles are picture frames."

Vera was confused: "What picture frame--"

Wu Jin spoke quickly: "The French-Dutch War, the Grand Alliance War is the theme of painting, and the rectangle is a frame arranged in sequence. There is only one place in the entire Palace of Versailles to describe the entire history of the French War coup in oil paintings."

"The War Promenade."

"The next clue to Louis XIV card is in the War Promenade."

Wu Jin pushed away the chair and stood up: "Let's go and finish this deal."

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Chuchu immediately found the guard in the incense room after learning the clue was cracked. The quasi-king king took the clue and disappeared into the dark night of Versailles.

"Wait, Mrs. Monterey Pan's message..." Wu Jin rushed out and said, "Trade!Trade!".

Chu Chu comforted: "Don't worry! The great god will give it!"

When a few people returned to the long table, not only Vera, but also Chuchu and Wu Jin, they slept in the dark. In the high-intensity schedule of Closson Show, they could only sleep for up to 3 or 4 hours a day and night.

Until someone knocked on the table.

Wu Jin opened his eyes in a daze.

The boss handed Chuchu a bunch of keys: "Take Miss Vera to the guest room."

Chu Chu chirped and shook Vera. Before Bai Rose woke up, Wu Jin was wrapped and picked up with a blanket.

The struggling Wu Jin: "..."

The next second, the master bedroom opened, and the wrapped Wu Jinjuan was thrown directly onto the bed.

"!!!" Wu Jin finally returned rationally and cheered up and asked: "Have you found it--"

"Yes." Wei Shi ordered: "Be good, go to bed."

Unexpectedly, Wu Jin leaned on the bed and lay diagonally in a swimming position, rubbing against the edge of the bed, floating like a cloud, obviously not knowing what day tonight.

Wu Jin was sleepy and forced to speak, and even patted the bed to threaten: "Monteripan...information..."
To be continued...