Just when Otoji was making a small calculation in his mind.
Zhou Jingxian was secretly observing the changes in Yiji's demeanor.
After finally confirming the purpose of Otoji's visit, she smiled with relief: "You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days. Wait a moment."
The words fell.
Zhou Jingxian took three steps in succession and quickly caught up with the eleven tobacco seed trucks guarding the middle of the motorcade.
"Princess Xian, is something wrong?"
"It's none of your business, just drive your horses."
As Zhou Jingxian spoke, she pulled off the black cloth covering the wooden sign.
Accompanied by the sound of "hiss" and "sss" the cloth strips were torn.
It attracted the attention of the thousand elite soldiers on the periphery.
There were many people among them, who deliberately opened their necks and looked towards the convoy for a long time. It was not until their companions asked incomprehensively that they turned around and recalled which Taoist name was among the exposed wooden signs. .
Before these people from different directions could gather together, they could find out which Taoist government the missing cart belonged to.
Colonel Qin, who was in charge of thousands of people, heard the sound and rushed over. After scanning around, he exclaimed: "Princess Xian, where is the brand of Guannei Road?"
"Outside Lai'an County, the robbers burned the cart marking the Guan Nei Road."
Zhou Jingxian looked at the dumbfounded Otoji and deliberately spoke loudly.
"The capital city is on the Guan Nei Road. This is a disadvantage for me to take care of. I will apologize to Grandpa Huang. Tobacco is related to the great fortune of the country. I hope everyone will stop being curious and approach, otherwise..."
A cold light flashed.
Zhou Jingxian unsheathed the long sword in her arms, threw the eleven pieces of black cloth into the air, and chopped them into pieces in the sword light.
Crack!
Until Zhou Jingxian's long sword was sheathed, many people didn't see clearly when she drew the sword.
The lightning-fast movements froze those interested people who were determined to get close to the convoy to have a clear look.
They knew that Princess Xian's martial arts was very high, but they didn't expect it to be so high.
You know, martial arts in the world are the only ones that can't be broken quickly. Just from the moment when she flashed her sword, she could know that Princess Xian might be able to defeat a hundred people.
In the past, most people obeyed Zhou Jingxian's orders because of her status.
So now, they look at Zhou Jingxian with admiration because of her strength.
"Did you hear that?"
Zhou Jingxian spoke in a deep voice, her phoenix eyes raised slightly, and there was a real murderous aura flowing in her eyes.
Everyone was shocked, especially the soldiers loyal to King Jin.
Everyone responded unanimously: "I heard it!"
"Very good, speed up and try to reach the capital before the sun sets tomorrow."
"yes!"
The convoy seemed to have been given a shot of blood, speeding up and moving forward again.
But the soldiers who got the news were not idle. When the pots were buried to make rice, they teamed up to use flying pigeons to spread the news to the capital.
…
Ning Mansion.
At dusk, the sky is filled with sunset.
Ning Wuyang hummed a cheerful tune, took the meat and vegetables prepared by the cook, and began to pour oil into the hot pot.
Stab!
Add the minced meat to the pan and stir-fry, add seasonings to taste, then add the eggplant, stir-fry until the oil is flowing, and a simple stir-fried eggplant with minced meat is ready.
Then, he opened the lid of another pot, brought the spoon to his mouth, and took a sip of the fish soup.
"Yeah, not bad, it tastes great."
He hasn't cooked since he injured his arm.
Today when I had my left arm checked, I found it was smooth and smooth. Although the scar has not gone away, it no longer hurts when moving.
When he learned that Jiang Yan had sent Jiang Yang to borrow wine, he cooked a few side dishes to go with the wine. After sending someone to deliver them, he thought about cooking a table of meals for the whole family and telling everyone about the promotion so that they could have fun together.
During this period, although no one said anything or asked about his injury, the third brother would rather give up his precious time to practice martial arts and follow him.
It was his two aunts and cousins who carefully handled all the trivial matters such as the workshop and the branch, allowing him to rest in peace and recuperate.
He saw it all and remembered it in his heart.
For such a contribution, if he only gave money... he had given it too many times, and it would have fallen into the cliché. Sanmei likes to eat the food he cooked by himself, and he still owes her the promise of making rice cakes. Today, he must make up for it. OK.
"Wow, it's such a coincidence that I came here today, I'm so lucky!"
Shen Youchu's exaggerated voice came from outside the kitchen door.
Ning Wuyan sprinkled the mushrooms into the chicken soup and closed the lid while the cook was still cleaning the cooking pots. He looked up at the door and asked in surprise: "Why are you free to come here today, Miss Shen?"
Since he returned to Ningfu from Zhangjiazhuang, he has begun to open branches and is busy with site selection and money turnover.
He also had to take part in the engagement of the eldest cousin of the Zhang family, and he had not seen Shen Youchu for several days.
Occasionally I missed him when I was busy. I saw him at this time, but later I realized that after not seeing him for a few days, it was as if I had been missing him for three autumns, and I missed him more and more.
"Mr. Ning, do you mean you can't come if I don't have time?"
Shen Youchu asked angrily.
Ning Wuyang did not answer her question and directly sensed something was wrong with her performance.
Although Miss Shen usually loves to act coquettishly, she will never come up to question others unless she feels guilty.
In other words.
He was missing the beautiful woman, who might not go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing.
Ning Wuyang took a step back and looked out the door.
Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure standing awkwardly behind Mei Xiang. I noticed the gaze he cast, and when their eyes met, the other person showed an awkward smile.
"Hello, Mr. Ning."
It was Zheng Donglin, Zhou Jingxian’s steward.
"Oh? Manager Zheng is here too? Did Miss Shen come to me specifically to bring Manager Zheng to me?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's been discovered."
Shen Youchu suddenly stopped pretending to be angry and smiled.
"I brought Manager Zheng here just by the way. I was counting the days. I felt that your arm injury should be almost healed, so I came to see you."
Speaking of this, Shen Youchu pulled his left sleeve and lifted it slightly.
When she saw Ning Wuyan still holding a clove of garlic in her left hand, her beautiful eyes lit up.
"Is your arm healed?"
She happily pulled up her sleeves.
When I saw a huge scar in the socket of my hand, I was so scared that I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to act so quickly. Did it scare you?"
Ning Wuyang shook his sleeves down pretending to be nonchalant and asked her in a relaxed tone.
"You're just in time. The cutting board hasn't been cleared yet. Whatever dishes you want to eat, I'll ask the cook to clear them out and cook them together."
"Forget it, your scar hasn't healed yet, so it's better not to exercise so strenuously."
Shen Youchu snatched the shovel from his right hand and began to educate people in a rare and serious manner.
"Mr. Ning, you only have less than a month before you take part in the martial arts competition. Don't let your scar heal and forget about the pain. Besides, your scar hasn't healed yet. Stop cooking and go entertain the guests. I Come and finish cooking the rest of the dishes.”
Seeing Shen Youchu standing next to the pot with a shovel and looking quite confident, Ning Wuhuang gave a thumbs up.
Unexpectedly, Miss Shen, who seemed to have no fingers in the spring water, turned out to be a professional cook.
