At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Hao Shuai, who was accustomed to getting up early, was the first to wake up. Looking at the two pretty pink faces in his arms, Hao Shuai, who was already in a state of 'one pillar', almost had a big baby. It was early to drive, but thinking of the two girls who were overworked last night, Hao Shuai suppressed the desire in his heart, quickly got up, got dressed and walked out, fearing that he would be unable to stop driving if he stayed in the room for a while longer.
After coming out of the room, Hao Shuai went to the martial arts hall and started practicing martial arts once a day.
Although Hao Shuai seldom meditates to practice internal skills, he practices martial arts moves continuously every day.
Because Hao Shuai knows that he has no shortage of ways to increase his internal strength, he doesn't take it seriously whether he meditates or not. However, there is no shortcut for the application of martial arts moves. Practice makes perfect only through continuous daily practice. , the moves come out at will.
It was already two hours later when Hao Shuai finished practicing all the martial arts he had learned. He was sweating and felt sticky. Hao Shuai ordered the maids in the house to prepare hot water.
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Five minutes later, Hao Shuai lay comfortably on the edge of the tub, relaxing and enjoying the maid's massage. Unfortunately, the maid's strength was weak and her massage technique was jerky, so he was not very satisfied with the maid's massage. He wondered if Go back to the real world, find some books and videos, hold a training class, and train the maids in your house.
Just when Hao Shuai closed his eyes and thought about it, he felt someone enter the bathroom, and then the massaging hand was replaced by a pair of slender and delicate hands.
"Ms. sir, my sisters are waiting for you to have breakfast." Hao Shuai knew from the voice that the person coming was Qiqi.
"Don't rush breakfast. Let them eat first. Come in and help me rub my back!" Hao Shuai turned around and pulled Qiqi into the tub.
Qiqi, who was soaked all over, was obedient and worked hard to rub Hao Shuai's back. Unfortunately, as she had just started learning martial arts, she was not even as strong as the maid. Not only did she fail to rub her back well, she actually brought out Hao Shuai's anger.
"Wash what's down there too!" Hao Shuai turned around, pointed at Qiqi's mouth and said!
The landlord, who had fought with Hao Shuai countless times, immediately understood what he meant. He rolled his eyes at Hao Shuai, squatted down obediently, and began to perform scrubbing services seriously.
Feeling that he had entered a comfortable place, Hao Shuai breathed out a sigh of relief. From time to time, his right hand stroked Qiqi's hair, which was working hard, and he became more and more satisfied with her.
Hao Shuai felt that Qiqi's status in his heart may have surpassed that of Princess Jianning. She has a face like Zhang Min, is well-behaved, has good eyesight, can help Hao Shuai handle political affairs, and with the bonus of her status, Hao Shuai I feel less and less for her.
On the other hand, Princess Jianning only knows how to eat, sleep, and play, and is useless in business matters. She does a lot of nonsense. If she hadn't added her likes in Goddess Qiu's face to give Hao Shuai different stimulation, Hao Shuai would have been there long ago. It's not right to call her~~~. If Jianning didn't have this, why couldn't Hao Shuai provoke her.
Looking at Queen Mother Qiqi who was working hard as a cleaner, Hao Shuai suddenly remembered that Shunzhi, a silly old man who gave up the entire forest for a tree, was still a monk in Wutai Mountain. Should he take Qiqi and Jianning there? How about visiting this dear friend and performing the words 'husband... currently~' and 'father... currently~' in front of our Emperor Shunzhi?
Thinking of this graphic scene, Hao Shuai felt his blood boiling all over his body. He coughed directly against Qiqi. It took a while for her to recover and continue working.
Finally, taking into account the feelings of Qiqi and Jianning, and under the influence of the 24-word core values of "prosperity, democracy, civilization, and harmony", mainly under the threat of the word "harmony", Hao Shuai reluctantly gave up this idea. Tempting thought.
Although he gave up the idea, Hao Shuai had no intention of letting Shunzhi go.
As the former emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, his hands were stained with the blood of thousands of Han people. How could he wash them off by simply retreating into Buddhism?
If he is allowed to die of old age in Mount Wutai, how can the innocent souls of the "Ten Days in Guangling" and "Three Massacres in Jiading" (not a typo) rest in peace.
However, Hao Shuai will not personally take action in this matter. After all, he is also Jianning's father. If Hao Shuai takes action in person, he will become Jianning's father-killing enemy. Even if Jianning doesn't care, he will still let Hao Shuai do it. A estrangement arose between the two.
This is not what Hao Shuai wants to see. It seems that he needs to think of a solution.
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By the time Hao Shuai brought Qiqi, who had changed clothes, to the dining room, Dongfang Bai and the others were almost full.
"I asked you to ask your husband to eat, but you're like a meat bun and beating a dog. You'll never come back!" Long Er joked. The girls looked at the serious Hao Shuai and Qiqi, who had a flushed face, and they didn't know what was going on. What's the matter?
"That's right! I think Qiqi, you are already full and don't even need breakfast!" Jianning also shouted.
"Haha~~~"*4
Hearing the girls' teasing laughter, Hao Shuai didn't mind being thick-skinned, but Qiqi's already flushed face became even more rosy. But Qiqi really didn't need to eat breakfast. After all, she swallowed it alive at Hao Shuai's request.
"Okay, there are outsiders here! Give me some face!" Hao Shuai then saw A'ke, who had changed into women's clothes and was sitting at the dining table, lowering her head anxiously and uneasily.
"Tch! How about an outsider? Who doesn't know what your intentions are!" The bold Jianning just rolled his eyes at Hao Shuai.
"You haven't been able to get married for three days!" Hao Shuai walked up to Jianning, grabbed her as she was about to run away, held her down on her legs and spanked her on the buttocks.
The whole dining room was suddenly filled with Jianning's screams, but this scene was so frightening that Ake turned pale. Dongfang Bai next to him comforted him: "It's okay, they were joking. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
As soon as Dongfang Bai finished speaking, Jianning's screams slowly changed in tone, and finally turned into gasps, which became louder and louder. The girls, who knew what program was coming next, hurriedly finished the rest of their breakfast, and then pulled Akko, who looked confused, out of the dining room.
When leaving the dining room, the curious A'ke looked back at the dining table, and saw a scene that made her blush: Jian Ning was pressed on the dining table, and Hao Shuai was raising his gun to enter the siege~~ ~
"ah!"
Ake, who is still a young girl, has never seen such a scene! He immediately shouted and ran faster than Dongfang Bai and the others.
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After teaching Jianning, who was bold and unafraid of death, Hao Shuai came to the front hall refreshed and ready to continue handling government affairs.
As soon as he entered the front hall, Dongfang Bai told Hao Shuai a piece of news: late last night, people from the Tiandihui went to the prison to prepare to rob the prison and rescue Chen Jinnan. Unfortunately, they suffered heavy losses before they even reached the cell and had to give up.
"What do the people of the Tiandihui think of the prison? After what happened last night, they should recognize the facts and obey!" Hao Shuai felt worried about the IQ of the people of the Tiandihui! I don’t even think that Hao Shuai dared to put people in prison, that is, he didn’t film people to rob the prison! In the end, they crashed into it. No wonder the rebellion has been unsuccessful for so many years.
