MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple-Chapter 34

"Inverted!"

The porcelain cup fell far away, and the cracked pieces and the hot tea splashed on the ground.

There was no sound in the lobby, only the melancholy of the season and the crying of the woman.

"That's the opposite - when the old man is old, it doesn't matter?!"

The three-year-old mother was stunned in front of the church, crying to make up the whole flower, and was scared by the season's anger, and she could not say it.

Ji Yong asked for mercy around her: "Hey, mother, she has served you wholeheartedly for so many years, no credit and hard work! Can not listen to the slander of the villain, the mother is only a moment of confusion, will never do the season Home unfavorable things!"

"What does the younger brother mean by saying that the brothers are distorting the facts?" The north side of the season took a sigh of relief for the season master and whispered.

"Jinyufang is the shop that you handed over to your test hands. That is the trust and high hopes of you. If you don't say that the three sisters are interfering with each other, I just want to know who made the hands and feet of the accounts? Those outflows of silver. Who gave it? Why is there a letter from the four emperors in the house?"

"That is also the mother... I want to do something for the Jijia!"

"Oh, what do you want to do for the Jijia? Jijia is a royal businessman. It has a profound relationship with the royal family. When you are staring at us all over the Manchuria, what do you mean by doing this?" I laughed and raised the tone. "It means that the party is banned! Who doesn't know that Ji Jiazhong is in the shackles, loyal to the emperor, and loyal to the present Prince. I am very curious. Is it true that the situation is not sinister?"

Three sisters squatted, climbed up and pulled the trousers of the season, and cried: "Master, lord... I am a fool, ah..."

The season's lord waved his hand in a weary manner, and the family's family immediately came over and set up the three-legged mother to drag outside.

Waiting for his decades of sentiment, he is not saying nothing, but these things are really insignificant in the face of the rise and fall of the family. He has no possibility to keep this hidden danger - in any case, Jijia’s family business is going to Handed over to the north of the season - San Xiaoniang's small movements over the years, he naturally looks in the eyes, because it is harmless and elegant, it is the remaining material to hone his son.

However, I did not expect that the most poisonous woman's heart, after all, he owed a quarter of the North; fortunately, the root of the disease can still be conditioning, otherwise he will face the face to send his wife.

"The stick is gone."

Seeing Sancha Niang screaming and being dragged out of the lobby, Ji Yong fell to the ground with a roll of crawling, and cried: "Hey, hey! Son wants you to bypass the mother!"

Jibei did not speak, and the season master looked at him and sighed: "I will take back Jinyufang for the time being. You have been mourning for your mother for a few days, so you can do it yourself."

"Hey - why!" Ji Yong stunned his eyes and shouted, "Hey, you are old and dim! The four emperors are much better than the cowardly prince. You can only be as mediocre as you are in accordance with the ancestral training!"

"Snapped--"

Ji Yong was overwhelmed by the slap and heavy slap in the face, and looked at the seasoned man who was shaking his hands with his broken mouth.

"孽子...孽子!"

"Hey, no anger..." Jibei helped him, whispering relief. "My brother is in a hurry and is not in a good position."

The season man sighed heavily, patted his hand, called the scorpion to squat, picked up the cane and went out without saying a word.

Looking at the figure of the season master disappeared at the door, Ji Yong sneered: "Do you think you won, Jibei, there is always one day, I want you to beg me!"

"Wait for the brothers." Ji Bei did not care to return, and took a sip of tea on the table.

The three sisters did not spend much effort on him. The master of the hands and feet on the book closed his eyes with one eye, but thought that the woman’s family kept the mind; and the number of gold and silver leaked exceeded the expectations of the season master. The flow is actually linked to the emperor, how can it be tolerated?

After the end of the game, the woman is self-sufficient. He thinks so, in the end, he still feels that his hands are contaminated with blood and sticky feelings.

It is not that you are dead, that is, I am dead, such a battle, he cannot be avoided in this life.

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Before lunch, Zi Yan took the medicine as usual.

The prescription was changed and the taste was still bitter.

The northern part of the season did not change its color and drank it. Take the smudges and wipe off the residual juice on the lips. Asked casually: "Is the South Court buried?"

"Yes, it is said that it is a nighttime violent death, and it is immediately murdered for the immune disease." Ziyan took the medicine bowl and answered calmly. "Can the Dagongzi have instructions?"

"The one asked, I said that I was not feeling well," Jibei buckled the table and said, "Go on the meal."

Lunch has always been a light dish, but today I saw a dish of snacks. The glutinous rice is white and crystal-clear. It is wrapped in fine sand filling. It is two finger sizes. The ten yards are neatly arranged side by side. .

The taste is refreshing, sweet but not greasy.

Jibei is not good for sweets, but also eats a few.

The cook at home didn't have this skill. Jibei stared at the snacks on the plate. Somehow I remembered Fengxianglou, and then I thought of Xiaowangye.

It’s been more than half a month since I sent Xiao Xiangnan back to the palace last time.

He is busy dealing with rats. He has no time or thoughts to remember a 13-year-old child, not to mention that they are not familiar with each other. In exchange for thinking, Xiao Wang Ye may not remember him, such a personality, such an identity, a sentence "from now on, this king covers you.", I am afraid it is also here.

In any case, he owes a little prince a favor. Not to mention intentional or unintentional, Xiao Wangye did find reasons for him to send the four emperors' dance figures, saving a lot of time.

"I don't think the devil is good?" Seeing him looking at the snacks, Zi Yan smiled. "This dish is delivered by Anle Wang personally."

Xiao Xiangnan? One season in the north, ask: "What about others?"

Purple eyes on the window outside Nunu mouth: "Wang Ye in the son's yard to see flowers."

Jibei immediately got up.

This little prince, casual people have some helplessness. If one day he heard him go to Bei Di to travel, he would not be surprised.

The weather is fine, Xiao Wangye is still a red brocade belt, and Wufa is arbitrarily draped in the back, plated with a thin layer of gold; when he hears the footsteps, he turns back and the hair licks over the buccal side, and the face of the jade is exuded. A circle of soft light, suddenly people do not dare to look more, afraid to see more will want more, want to monopolize.

Jibei stunned for a moment, just a moment, and then smiled: "The grass people have seen His Royal Highness."

"This king deliberately came to see if you are dead today. Why are you not happy at all?" Luo Shutu looked at him with his eyebrows, and he said, "How about the snack?"

"Under the hall of the temple, the snack is delicious."

Luo Shutu silently looked at him for a moment and turned his head and said: "Hey, this king wants to eat candied haws."

"...the grass people are taking the liberty, His Royal Highness, the ingots are there?"

"The father did not like the king to eat folk snacks, Yuanbao always listened to the words of the father." Xiao Wangye red ears, raised his chin and said, "This king remembers the way the palace to the quarter."

It’s better to remember than to remember it. It is not fortified, it seems to completely forget the things that have been ridiculed. Such a color, he is really strange how the Chong An Emperor is not good at discipline, not to be sold to the Xiaotun Hall one day.

"The candied haws are rough, just the comfort of ordinary children. It is better than the dim sum cooked in the palace."

"This king said that it is necessary!" Luo Shutu insisted, "Do you want to defy this king!"

Jibei looked at him quietly and looked at the people with guilty conscience.

For a long time, he told the purple scorpion that he was not far away: "Purple, people are going to buy."

The action of Jifu errands was numb, and Luo Shidu did not wait for a long time to get a bunch of candied syrup that melted quickly. The sticky syrup flowed down the bamboo stick to his hand. He shook and almost didn’t take this one. The string is thrown out.

The ancient candied fruit is really not as good as imagined. The syrup poured on it is rare and not solidified. The most desirable thing is the pure natural mountain, but it is sour.

He only took a bite and wanted to spit it out. But for the eyes of the last season, he whimpered back, and the beautiful face was so distorted, but still pleasing to the eye.

"His Royal Highness, is it good?"

"...Jibei, do you want to laugh at the king?" Luo Shutu glared at him, and raised the sugar gourd in his hand and wanted to throw it away. Unexpectedly, the tilting arc was too late, and the bunch of candied haws would inevitably stick to the hair. Red syrup dripped on the ears.

What is this character? Luo Shitu cried bitterly and said: "Jibei!"

"The grass people are here." Jibei sighed and took the sorrel to wipe the syrup on his ear. "Purple, hot water, just say I want to cleanse."

"Yes."

When the purple scorpion walked away, Luo Shitu was only sullenly opening: "...the king just wants to taste the taste of the sugar gourd. Before, the king saw that the ordinary children got the sugar gourd. ..... is more happy than the king eating the snacks of Fengxianglou, but the king feels that there is more and less taste in the palace and Fengxianglou... It’s just a copper coin, why is it like that? magical?"

"Jibei, if you want to say that this king is not content, this king can't agree. The king's identity is born to be doomed, but the identity of the king also means more things. Ordinary people, although they have a rough meal, never need it. Always be alert to life and safety," he said. "There is no place to live. After all, I can't understand each other. My arsenic, the honey of honey."

Jibei slowly followed the few hairs he had stuck together and did not answer.

The purple cicada soon came to the empty basin and a bucket of hot water. Jibei let her move to the bench. She used the well water in the courtyard to exchange the warm water of the pot, and indicated that Luo Shitu was lying on the stool and raised her hair on her back. lay down.

"Go and look at the yard, don't let people in." Xiao Wang didn't care, but he needed to be cautious. This move was small and disrespectful, and big... he looked at the face that was squinting in the sun. A little smile, these things, Xiao Xiangnan may understand, maybe do not understand, but he is, there is no need to let him understand.

Xiao Wang’s hair grows to the waist and is placed in the basin to spread. The enchanting ink is wrapped around the fingertips of Jibei, inexplicable.

The north of the season is soft and meticulous, and the black hair that is as beautiful as the human hand is taken, and the acacia is carefully squinted and the eyes are focused.

"What is that?" Luo Shutu approached the things in his hand and asked, "There is soap in the palace."

"Acacia is also the raw material for making soap. Grass people use this material." Jibei Road, "Will the water temperature be good?"

"Ok......"

Jibei's technique is not skilled, but it is very gentle. Xiao Wangye is lying on the bench with some drowsiness, and some vaguely said: "Jibei... You are like the brother of the king, um, No, the elder brother has never washed his hair for the king."

"Tai Caomin is really lucky for three generations." He chuckled. "Okay, Your Highness, the grass people dry your hair for you."

"Humph."

Xiao Wang Ye sat on the bench half-length, and let the side of the season comb the hair and wipe it dry with a face towel.

"Yes, Your Highness." Jibei picked up his face towel and squeezed his ears.

Luo Shitu did not resist his movements as before, but just grinned: "After the season is defeated, the king will pick you up and wait in the palace."

Jibei smiled: "The grass people thanked him first..." His words were not finished, and he was interrupted by a male voice.

"Southern!"

This voice... Luo Shitu turned his head and went to see the mouth of the yard. Sure enough, he saw a bright yellow robes. The ingot on the side also smiled at him: "Yes, the slaves are good to find. You!" 2k novel reading network