"Husband, the demon is in Spring City, but the poppies are grown by the people of Winter City. How can this... not make sense? Could it be that Spring City manages circulation, and Winter City grows raw materials, which is divided into two, but no one can dominate?"
If this is the case, then this "demon" is very thoughtful and cannot be guarded against.
Ming Jiuye agreed: "No matter who he is, he has a way of manipulating others. He must be a master of crime in the third dimension and can get rid of himself completely."
"Ignore him. Husband, please try this meat. It's delicious." Wuyou took the silk handkerchief and pulled off another chicken drumstick. He was afraid that Ming Jiuye wouldn't eat it, so he slapped it directly to his mouth.
Ming Jiuye didn't dodge, and took Wuyou into his arms, "Madam, feed me meat, and I'll feed Madam porridge." After saying that, he took a big bite of the chicken drumstick in her hand.
In the next room, several old men looked like wet noodles. They couldn't stand up straight, so they could only sit on the ground, half leaning against the wall.
"You guys have looked at it, do you recognize it?" Meng Liang asked, sitting in front of the round table.
"We know each other. We all know each other. They are from the City Lord's Mansion. The one with the severed head is from the Winter City City Lord's Mansion." One of the tall and thin old men said.
"It's these people: they come to my store every once in a while and threaten us, telling us to stop talking, otherwise our family's lives will be at stake." Li Jian said excitedly at this moment.
"Mother-in-law, I'm back!" Wan'er started shouting as soon as she walked up the stairs, making all the old men present search the corners of the guest room.
Is there anyone else in this room?
When she smelled the scent of Shenghun'er, Wan'er quietly walked into the room.
"How about it?"
"I didn't find it. I waited for a while at Qi's house and didn't see it. Only Qi Le was at home in Qi's house. However, I saw something different."
"What's going on! Wan'er."
"Mother, I see something different about Qi Le's face, at least it's not similar to Qi Huan's."
After Wuyou and Ming Jiuye sat down, Wan'er continued: "There is a gelatinous layer on Qi Le's face. The words taught by the empress can finally be put to use."
"I watched him in the yard for a long time. He was hiding in a corner, holding a bronze mirror in his hand. He took it off his face bit by bit. I made it smoother. Please take a look, Madam."
When Wuyou saw the small piece of flesh color in her hand, Wuyou was shocked. Who is this demon?
"He can also make disguised silicone, which greatly shocks Wuyou. Such a productive and high-energy brain should be damned if he doesn't benefit the people!
"Madam, this silicone material must have been dug out by him in his carry-on bag. He heated it a second time and it doesn't taste very good." After saying this, Ming Jiuye threw the thing back in disgust.
When Wuyou heard this, he immediately felt that the "demon" was nothing more than that, but when he came back to his senses, he saw a group of old men sitting in a row against the wall.
"What's going on? Li Jian, tell me." The instigator asked in confusion.
"The girl is still asking me? Wasn't it the girl who told us that there was something under the bed curtain?"
"Oh, indeed, husband, what should we do next?"
"Wait, wait for Qi Huan to come and fuck himself."
In order to satisfy Cui's father and Cui's mother's dream of becoming a princess, Cui Siran had no choice but to get up and serve some fish to Prince Cheng Yi.
"Your Highness, please!" Cui Siran stepped forward and bowed.
"You're welcome, Miss Cui Er." Cheng Yi raised his hand and touched Cui Siran's arm deliberately. Seeing her shrinking nervously, he felt a little more determined to win her.
Seeing His Highness the Crown Prince's little move, Cui Dong's smile almost reached his ears, and Cui's mother even smiled like a flower.
Only Cui Siran, from the scene just now to the end of the family banquet, she was on pins and needles, walking around in her room.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? You haven't always been loyal to His Royal Highness. What you did today is that it doesn't matter if you have him or not."
"Quer, I understand. In fact, I have been deceiving myself. I don't like His Highness the Crown Prince. I just like to compete with my eldest sister."
"Then the second young lady means... that she no longer wants to be the crown princess?"
"No, I guess Cui Simei will wake up soon from my father's relaxed expression. (The next page will be more exciting!)
. "The injury was so serious, but his father still gave Cui Simei the best medicine.
Cui Siran felt it was unfair. When she had a bad throat, Cui Dong simply asked the doctor to see her twice.
If her throat had been cured by good medicine from the beginning, she wouldn't be in this situation.
"Quie'er, prepare some water. I want lots and lots of flower petals. Miss, I want to take a good dip in the flower soup."
Remembering the agreement with Jialuo that night, Cui Siran's cheeks instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.
Time flew by, and before she knew it, the sunset had arrived. Cui Siran was sitting in the room dressed in fine clothes, waiting left and right, but Jialuo still hadn't arrived.
Just when she was about to give up, "Amitabha! The poor monk is late." Jialuo seemed to be having a tryst with the girl he liked, and he seemed so sincere.
He was holding Zen beads in one hand and carrying a bag of the most delicious honey cakes in the capital with the other hand. "Are you hungry? Why don't you have a good meal at noon?"
"How do you know?"
"Because I feel it, Siran, are you willing to go with me?" He said seductively.
"But...where can we go? If my father catches you, you will die. He will definitely kill you."
Cui Siran's mind was filled with Jia Luo at the moment, and as for his unclear judgment, it was useless.
"Don't worry, we'll take the water route, and you can also see the scenery along the way, how about that?"
"Have you ever thought about where to stay?" Cui Siran was moved. She couldn't control everything the Cui family had now, so it was better to leave here.
"Siran, let's go all the way north. When we get to a place, we'll come down and walk around. If you like it, we'll settle there, okay?"
"Jialuo, will you still...eat those in the future?" Cui Siran asked uncertainly,
"Do you believe what I say? In fact... I don't like eating those at all. But if I don't eat them, the next time the cold poison in my body attacks, I will be in agony."
"Jialuo, why don't you ask my father to marry me? That way I would feel more at ease, okay?" Cui Siran said softly.
"Your father and the entire Cui family have always claimed to be righteous in martial arts. If he knew it was me, he might summon all the monks to surround me. This is still a small thing. If he goes everywhere to crusade me, we probably won't go anywhere. No more." After Jia Luo said sadly, his beautiful eyes concealed his sharp edge, and he held Cui Siran in his arms again. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m
"I really want to live with you.".
