Old Bustard Liu sat blankly in a clean and simple room.

The dress on her body is almost as clean as a robe, and even the powder on her face is pitiful.

This was still after she repeatedly begged, and finally she was able to put on a little light makeup to cover up the traces of age on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

Just two quarters ago, the guard of Master Cheng came to find him, and the old bustard Liu, who had already received the deposit, went into battle lightly.

Riding in the carriage that Young Master Cheng escorted, came to this quiet little house in the north of Dongshi.

Li De, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when he saw the dazed look of the old bustard.

I really don't understand how my Royal Highness and Cheng Taichang would have to go to Goulan Pavilion and pick such an experienced female driver to do this.

However, since it was the instructions and arrangements of the two big men, what can he say? Can only honestly follow the instructions of his Royal Highness to cooperate.

Seeing that Old Bustard Liu was still in a daze, Li De couldn't help reminding him.

"Aunt Liu, don't forget that...well, that Young Master Li's confession, do you know what he ordered?"

"The uncle, don't worry..." Liu Lao Bustard habitually smiled, and pointed up Lanhua.

"Don't call me uncle, call me a guard." Li De's face was almost green.

Auntie, you are playing the role of a doctor's assistant, OK? Not the female driver waving the handkerchief in the Goulan Pavilion.

"Oh, the old man made a mistake. Look at my mouth. Don't worry, Cheng Huwei, the old man kept remembering repeatedly all night..."

Old Bustard Liu took out the densely written note from his arms, with a smug expression on his face.

"Surely there will be no mistakes, which will ruin the major affairs of Cheng Zi and Li Zi."

"Well, remember, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask don't ask, otherwise, if something goes wrong, my son will not be able to protect you."

"Yes, yes, the old man saves it. The Lord Li is not a good-tempered lord at first sight. How can the old man dare to talk nonsense."

After seeing this indifferent, at least the old bustard Liu, who is not so strong in her powdery gas, made a guarantee.

Li De retired to the outside of the yard, turned around and entered an alley beside the yard, and then into another neighboring house.

At this moment, Li Ke and Fang Jun are also waiting here, waiting after hearing Li De's report.

Li Ke couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and palmed with a punch. "Next, it's up to Brother Chu Bi."

"Are we two okay?" Fang Jun felt that he and Li Ke were doing almost nothing except running errands.

Including last night, I didn't even see a pretty young lady in that hook column.

The three of them played a few cards, and then Brother Chubi and the old madam Liu were finished in a long time, which made Fang Jun feel very lack of participation.

"Is it okay?" Li Ke couldn't help but said happily.

"Come here, there is nothing left and right, and there is no way to go away, it is better to play a few. Li De, you also come in together..."

Soon, His Royal Highness, the son of the prime minister, and the guard of the palace fought against the landlord.

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Brother Xue Wanche, Xue Wanjun, and Cheng Chubi, the three of them rode their horses to the front of a house in Beimianfang, Dongshi.

Seeing this quiet house, Xue Wanjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it didn't look like a serious place.

Just when the three of them got off their horses, Cheng Chubi gave a wink, and Fang Ji strode to the courtyard door and patted the door twice.

"Open the door, the son is here."

Xue Wanjun and Brother Xue Wanche raised their heads subconsciously, and heard a creak, the door of the house slowly opened.

Inside, a strange woman dressed in a Taoist robe and elegantly dressed poked her head out.

Then I saw this woman who looked decent, looked rather delicate and dignified and gave a respectful salute.

"I have seen the son, I have seen two big...officials."

Both Xue Wanjun and Cheng Chubi were watching Xue Wanche's reaction very closely, only to see that Xue Wanche frowned impatiently after being stunned.

Cheng Chubi nodded secretly in his heart, although Xue Wanche hated women, but at least he was not up to the point of hating women.

In other words, the illness has not reached the level of severe illness, but it is just unwilling to deal with women.

"Why are there women here?" Xue Wanche couldn't help but asked Cheng Chubi in a low voice.

Cheng Chubi solemnly invited Xue Wanche to walk towards the courtyard, and said in a serious manner.

"This female Huang Guan is an experienced psychologist. Only when she cooperates with her nephew to treat her uncle can she get twice the result with half the effort."

Xue Wanjun, who followed because he was not at ease, also followed the Tao.

"That is, my nephew made meticulous preparations in order to treat your illness. You must receive treatment properly."

"Okay, my little brother, I am not a three-year-old baby. I still understand the truth." Xue Wanche couldn't help being a little unhappy.

After the group walked into the courtyard, they came to the house, Cheng Chubi raised his hand and pointed to the couch.

"My third uncle, please lie down there. Next, you need to take off your coat and perform various examinations, massages and psychological treatments."

Xue Wanche saw the female yellow crown and stood quietly by the side. Although the other party was very old, she was still a woman after all.

A woman was watching, which made Xue Wanche feel uncomfortable.

"This, isn't it bad?"

"What's wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't you take your clothes off at night?" Cheng Chubi said unhappily.

Xue Wanche glared at this unspeakable junior with a black line on his face.

"Of course I take it off, but... but there is no woman in my house, OK, the old man is not happy to see a woman dangling in front of him."

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"Uncle San, you can't cure the disease, but you have to think about it. If you can't lift the knife one day, don't blame your nephew if you regret it."

"Take it off, can't I take it off?" Compared to a woman, Xue Wanche, who has a pure heart of Xiangwu, quickly took off his clothes.

Special mother, if you can't even lift the knife, can't go to battle and kill the enemy, and live happily, what else is there in this life?

When Xue Wanche lay down, Cheng Chubi gave him a wink. "If there is a chief of labor, you will check for him, and I will record it for him."

Old bustard Liu, cough, the female yellow crown gave a salute to Cheng Chubi. "Good son."

The clothes have been taken off, and they have been lying on the couch. Now that they have entered the inspection stage, it was the female yellow crown that came to inspect themselves.

Xue Wanche couldn't help but looked a little anxious, and looked aside.

Xue Wanjun asked with concern while standing on the side of the couch. "How about the third brother, don't be afraid, there are promising brothers."

"Heh... a joke, what would I be afraid of, little brother." Xue Wanche, who has always liked to compete with his second brother, was immediately unhappy when he heard this.

He raised his neck, closed his eyes, and lay flat stiffly in a heroic posture, like a warrior who was slaughtered by his neck.