Jingyue smiled slightly: "Uncle, Jingyue has already escaped from King Jin's control (take the warehouse to Chapter 917 of Daming)."

"Then should I feel sorry for you, or should I regret it?"

The warm rice wine is going down, as if a hotline is slowly flowing down.

This kind of rice wine with a temperature of less than ten degrees can be frozen in summer and boiled with **** slices in winter. It is a good drink.

"Of course it is joy."

Jingyue said with joy: "Uncle, Jingyue has opened a powder shop in Beiping. If Mrs. Uncle goes to patronize, Jingyue will definitely be very welcome."

Can she get rid of Zhu Jiyi's control?

Moreover, Zhu Gaosui was scammed by her, and she was able to watch her open a shop in Beiping City, which is illogical.

When Jingyue saw Fang Xing in thought, she covered her mouth and chuckled, and explained: "Uncle, in the Qinhuai River for many years, the little girl has some life-saving means, Zhu Jixi is nothing. As for King Zhao, his old man is porcelain, and The little girl is a thick tile, of course he won't be head-on."

"So you took their handle!"

Fang Xing's eyes were deep, and he looked a little dangerous.

Jingyue didn't panic, and smiled: "The little girl knows very well that if those things are handed over, no matter who they are handed over, the little girl will die without a burial place. The best outcome is to become the person's imprisonment. But if it is the uncle's words , The little girl is as sweet as mellow."

Jingyue said with a smile, full of charm.

Fang Xing took a look, then bit off a piece of mutton, frowning and said, "When the mutton is cold, let it go and roast it again."

Jingyue stayed for a moment, then took the mutton skewers and placed them on the grill, and immediately a smelt of lamb came out.

"Mutton is like this. When it's hot, the smell is tangy, and people forget it. But after it's cold, the smell will be unbearable. Even if it is heated again, the smell will never disappear. "

Jingyue finally couldn't hold her smile anymore. She stared at the burning white charcoal blankly, and said quietly: "Uncle, someone asked the little girl to talk, saying that you blindly make enemies can eliminate the fear of the king, but children and grandchildren. how?"

Fang Xing has made many enemies: Confucianism, Xunqi...

These forces are huge and daunting, but Fang Xing turned these forces into his opponents while talking and laughing.

Fang Xing said faintly: "Since I have entered the world, how can I not live happily? The more opponents I have, the more fun I feel. It's like passing levels. When these levels are crossed by me one by one, this Naturally, no one in the world will stop Daming’s path to prosperity!"

Jingyue said with a look of admiration: "Uncle has a lofty ambition. Jingyue is only a recount, and only has a heart to worship and has no hostility to uncle."

Since ancient times, beautiful women have admired heroes, Fang Xing, and other idealists with tragic colors, like a car with a praying man's arm, are like a lone lamp in the dark night, which can attract countless moths to the fire.

Fang Xing said faintly: "If you are hostile and can't even enter the front door, the knife won't have the heart to pity the jade, your bones are cold at this moment."

"Tonight Fang knows that someone will come, but he doesn't know whether it is civil or military, but in the end they coerced the woman to spread the word, which really lost the face of the man and Wu Xun!"

Jingyue got up and said: "My uncle is elegant, Jingyue will repay you with a message."

Fang Xing picked up his glass and said, "You said."

"The little girl has been in the Qinhuai River for many years, even if she ran away, she still has friends. Recently Jingyue got a news that the woman of my uncle has lost her father and is alone and helpless in Jinling, surrounded by wolves looking around."

"My woman? Who?!"

Fang Xing was taken aback, his eyes cold immediately, and he asked, "But Mo worry?"

Jingyue nodded: "Exactly."

"How did her father die?"

Jingyue shook her head and said, "I said it was an emergency, so I went overnight, but Jingyue’s close friends said that the matter was a bit turbulent. That night, it was so painful that I screamed all night, and only held Moshou when the day was about to dawn. He breathed, and a monk said that if he saw the sky, he might live a few more years."

"Some people say that the uncle owes this Mo Chou a lot, but there is a fierce wife in the family who can only put it outside."

Fang Xing nodded, "I owe them a lot to their father and daughter, so I am sorry..."

If it weren't for him, Hu Die's father and daughter were still intermittently at the moment, driving the inn quietly.

Fang Xing naturally didn't believe the mysticism in Jingyue's mouth. He slowly put down his wine glass and closed his eyes, as if he was in that small alley again.

...

"Mo Chou is walking by the lake, the spring is full of branches, the flowers smile shyly, and the clear water is gentle..."

The song is still that song, but the sound is no longer that sound.

Since more than three months ago, there has been no smiling quiet girl near Mochou Lake, but the song has been sung, and it has become a beautiful scene of Mochou Lake.

In winter, everything in Jinling is withered and the alleys are deep.

A winter rain turned the stone road in the alley into a wrestling ground. As soon as Liu Ming fell, Chen Mo followed him.

"This **** alley, never come again next time!"

Chen Mo and Liu Ming supported each other, then rubbed their butts and complained.

Huang Jinlu stood steady, he looked at the Shenxianju that was closed not far away, frowned and said, "Why is it closed?"

Chen Mo grinned and said: "Boss Huang, if you didn't want to **** up your uncle's ass, how would we come to this place! Can't you find a place to eat? The big deal is to go to the first restaurant, I'll treat you!"

Huang Jinlu frowned and said: "What do you know! This is an old friend of your uncle, and the father and daughter stayed alone in Jinling. Let's pass by and have a look and write a letter to the uncle. Anyway, it can offset the delay on the road. A few days."

Chen Mo helped the wall slowly forward, and said as he walked: "Isn't that diarrhea! Can't people get sick?"

As the three of them walked to the door of Shenxianju, Liu Ming patted the door, but there was no response inside.

"what happened?"

When Huang Jinlu's face was cold, he went to the next room for questioning.

Probably he was too ferocious, so the people next door tremblingly did not dare to accept the ten coins.

Huang Jinlu said impatiently: "If you ask you to hold it, take it, and ask you, where are the people from the Immortal Residence next door?"

The male owner tremblingly took the copper coins, and blinked his eyes and said: "That Hu Die died of illness. Mo Chou has been keeping his filial piety at home for three months. He opened the door a few days ago, but there is only one daughter in the house, and from time to time. Some people came to shoot the door, and she didn't dare to go out."

Huang Jinlu's eyes shrank and asked, "How did Hu Die die?"

The man shook his head and said with a sigh: "I don't know, the doctor came to see it that day, and said it was an emergency and he couldn't save him. Mo Chou didn't cry, so he asked her father what he wanted to eat, but he didn't eat anything in the end. I just howled all night and left before dawn."

Huang Jinlu squinted his eyes and said, "Is there something abnormal? I'm rewarded for speaking out."

At any rate, Huang Jinlu had paperwork in his possession, so he was not afraid of pretending to be an official.

The man looked suspiciously at the scar on his face and said: "The monk came to the door that day, took a look, and said that if he can survive till dawn, he can live, but Hu Die just walked away. The chicken crowed."

Huang Jinlu stretched out his hand and Liu Ming took out a treasure.

"You are not allowed to run these days, otherwise the whole family will be exiled!"

After Huang Jinlu finished threatening, he went to Shenxianju to call the door.

"Miss Mo Chou, come from Peking, from Xing He Bo..."

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Jingyue smiled slightly: "Uncle, Jingyue has already escaped from King Jin's control (take the warehouse to Chapter 917 of Daming)."

"Then should I feel sorry for you, or should I regret it?"

The warm rice wine is going down, as if a hotline is slowly flowing down.

This kind of rice wine with a temperature of less than ten degrees can be frozen in summer and boiled with **** slices in winter. It is a good drink.

"Of course it is joy."

Jingyue said with joy: "Uncle, Jingyue has opened a powder shop in Beiping. If Mrs. Uncle goes to patronize, Jingyue will definitely be very welcome."

Can she get rid of Zhu Jiyi's control?

Moreover, Zhu Gaosui was scammed by her, and she was able to watch her open a shop in Beiping City, which is illogical.

When Jingyue saw Fang Xing in thought, she covered her mouth and chuckled, and explained: "Uncle, in the Qinhuai River for many years, the little girl has some life-saving means, Zhu Jixi is nothing. As for King Zhao, his old man is porcelain, and The little girl is a thick tile, of course he won't be head-on."

"So you took their handle!"

Fang Xing's eyes were deep, and he looked a little dangerous.

Jingyue didn't panic, and smiled: "The little girl knows very well that if those things are handed over, no matter who they are handed over, the little girl will die without a burial place. The best outcome is to become the person's imprisonment. But if it is the uncle's words , The little girl is as sweet as mellow."

Jingyue said with a smile, full of charm.

Fang Xing took a look, then bit off a piece of mutton, frowning and said, "When the mutton is cold, let it go and roast it again."

Jingyue stayed for a moment, then took the mutton skewers and placed them on the grill, and immediately a smelt of lamb came out.

"Mutton is like this. When it's hot, the smell is tangy, and people forget it. But after it's cold, the smell will be unbearable. Even if it is heated again, the smell will never disappear. "

Jingyue finally couldn't hold her smile anymore. She stared at the burning white charcoal blankly, and said quietly: "Uncle, someone asked the little girl to talk, saying that you blindly make enemies can eliminate the fear of the king, but children and grandchildren. how?"

Fang Xing has made many enemies: Confucianism, Xunqi...

These forces are huge and daunting, but Fang Xing turned these forces into his opponents while talking and laughing.

Fang Xing said faintly: "Since I have entered the world, how can I not live happily? The more opponents I have, the more fun I feel. It's like passing levels. When these levels are crossed by me one by one, this Naturally, no one in the world will stop Daming’s path to prosperity!"

Jingyue said with a look of admiration: "Uncle has a lofty ambition. Jingyue is only a recount, and only has a heart to worship and has no hostility to uncle."

Since ancient times, beautiful women have admired heroes, Fang Xing, and other idealists with tragic colors, like a car with a praying man's arm, are like a lone lamp in the dark night, which can attract countless moths to the fire.

Fang Xing said faintly: "If you are hostile and can't even enter the front door, the knife won't have the heart to pity the jade, your bones are cold at this moment."

"Tonight Fang knows that someone will come, but he doesn't know whether it is civil or military, but in the end they coerced the woman to spread the word, which really lost the face of the man and Wu Xun!"

Jingyue got up and said: "My uncle is elegant, Jingyue will repay you with a message."

Fang Xing picked up his glass and said, "You said."

"The little girl has been in the Qinhuai River for many years, even if she ran away, she still has friends. Recently Jingyue got a news that the woman of my uncle has lost her father and is alone and helpless in Jinling, surrounded by wolves looking around."

"My woman? Who?!"

Fang Xing was taken aback, his eyes cold immediately, and he asked, "But Mo worry?"

Jingyue nodded: "Exactly."

"How did her father die?"

Jingyue shook her head and said, "I said it was an emergency, so I went overnight, but Jingyue’s close friends said that the matter was a bit turbulent. That night, it was so painful that I screamed all night, and only held Moshou when the day was about to dawn. He breathed, and a monk said that if he saw the sky, he might live a few more years."

"Some people say that the uncle owes this Mo Chou a lot, but there is a fierce wife in the family who can only put it outside."

Fang Xing nodded, "I owe them a lot to their father and daughter, so I am sorry..."

If it weren't for him, Hu Die's father and daughter were still intermittently at the moment, driving the inn quietly.

Fang Xing naturally didn't believe the mysticism in Jingyue's mouth. He slowly put down his wine glass and closed his eyes, as if he was in that small alley again.

...

"Mo Chou is walking by the lake, the spring is full of branches, the flowers smile shyly, and the clear water is gentle..."

The song is still that song, but the sound is no longer that sound.

Since more than three months ago, there has been no smiling quiet girl near Mochou Lake, but the song has been sung, and it has become a beautiful scene of Mochou Lake.

In winter, everything in Jinling is withered and the alleys are deep.

A winter rain turned the stone road in the alley into a wrestling ground. As soon as Liu Ming fell, Chen Mo followed him.

"This **** alley, never come again next time!"

Chen Mo and Liu Ming supported each other, then rubbed their butts and complained.

Huang Jinlu stood steady, he looked at the Shenxianju that was closed not far away, frowned and said, "Why is it closed?"

Chen Mo grinned and said: "Boss Huang, if you didn't want to **** up your uncle's ass, how would we come to this place! Can't you find a place to eat? The big deal is to go to the first restaurant, I'll treat you!"

Huang Jinlu frowned and said: "What do you know! This is an old friend of your uncle, and the father and daughter stayed alone in Jinling. Let's pass by and have a look and write a letter to the uncle. Anyway, it can offset the delay on the road. A few days."

Chen Mo helped the wall slowly forward, and said as he walked: "Isn't that diarrhea! Can't people get sick?"

The three of them walked to the door of Shenxianju~lightnovelpub.net~ Liu Ming shot the door, but there was no response inside.

"what happened?"

When Huang Jinlu's face was cold, he went to the next room for questioning.

Probably he was too ferocious, so the people next door tremblingly did not dare to accept the ten coins.

Huang Jinlu said impatiently: "If you ask you to hold it, take it, and ask you, where are the people from the Immortal Residence next door?"

The male owner tremblingly took the copper coins, and blinked his eyes and said: "That Hu Die died of illness. Mo Chou has been keeping his filial piety at home for three months. He opened the door a few days ago, but there is only one daughter in the house, and from time to time. Some people came to shoot the door, and she didn't dare to go out."

Huang Jinlu's eyes shrank and asked, "How did Hu Die die?"

The man shook his head and said with a sigh: "I don't know, the doctor came to see it that day, and said it was an emergency and he couldn't save him. Mo Chou didn't cry, so he asked her father what he wanted to eat, but he didn't eat anything in the end. I just howled all night and left before dawn."

Huang Jinlu squinted his eyes and said, "Is there something abnormal? I'm rewarded for speaking out."

At any rate, Huang Jinlu had paperwork in his possession, so he was not afraid of pretending to be an official.

The man looked suspiciously at the scar on his face and said: "The monk came to the door that day, took a look, and said that if he can survive till dawn, he can live, but Hu Die just walked away. The chicken crowed."

Huang Jinlu stretched out his hand and Liu Ming took out a treasure.

"You are not allowed to run these days, otherwise the whole family will be exiled!"

After Huang Jinlu finished threatening, he went to Shenxianju to call the door.

"Miss Mo Chou, come from Peking, from Xing He Bo..."

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