Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 45 Fortune from all schools of thought, ideals wake me up
Ji Su's goal has been achieved, so is he still needed?

Immediately smiled and said: "Whether you want to lose money or not, Brother Wei decides for himself, I will never force it!"

Wei Teng was going to explode in anger: "You motherfucker, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?"

Ji Su was too lazy to argue with him: "I'm going to find Lan Lingsheng. If brother Wei is interested, then we can go together. If not, I'll leave!"

After speaking, he threw up his sleeves and left.

Damn!

Lao Tzu has a violent temper inherited from Yan Kingdom's ancestors. If he didn't serve the country, how could he talk in a low voice to a cerebral palsy dude like you?
The goal has been achieved, Lao Tzu bird you?

Ji Su touched the pimples on his face that were growing more and more, grinning his teeth in pain, thinking that he must use a messenger talisman when he goes back tonight, so that his father and king can see how worried he is for the country, and let him reorganize his words, Talk about which son should be drowned in the urinal.

"Ji Su of Gan Linniang!"

Wei Teng yelled at the back. Originally, there was a shopkeeper in the bookstore to help him take care of it, so he just needed to count the money quietly.

As a result, Ji Su suddenly appeared and wanted to unite to suppress Qianguo's paper business. As a result, Ying Wuji was forced to open a bookstore and even invented printing, making it impossible for everyone to make money.

This guy woke himself up early in the morning, saying that there was a way to bring down Shangmo Bookstore, and he was so happy that he hurried over without even doing morning exercises with the maid.

In the end... You told me that if you want to bring down Shangmo Bookstore, you need to lose money first?

What I care about is whether Shangmo Bookstore will collapse or not?

What I care about is making money!

Wei Teng was so angry that his stomach hurt.

"Hold!"

"Lai Jisu, Mother Dutt!"

……

Xiangfu.

Luo Ming waited for the two to leave, and finally said what he wanted to say just now: "Father! Eldest sister, she... is very happy to open a bookstore!"

He clearly remembered the proud and reassured look on Hua's face when she showed him three thousand books.

Thinking that Shangmo Bookstore is about to collapse...

Luo Yan's expression didn't fluctuate, he just asked back: "Happiness? The kind of happiness that can be crushed by someone else's little finger?"

Luo Ming was anxious: "But she is your daughter..."

"Does she admit it?"

"This……"

Luo Yan's face was slightly cold: "You have to know that the Li Kingdom not only has His Majesty, not only the Prime Minister, but also all the family members of the Wei family and the Han family! You may think that Lan Lingsheng is my disciple, and I can save her. But other family members There are more than tens of thousands of Lanling students?
The Prime Minister's Mansion is the only place that can protect her forever. Not only did she not return, she even found Ying Wuji, a big fire pit!
If she didn't shatter her fantasy earlier, and wait for him to jump into the fire pit, it would be too late! "

Luo Ming fell silent on the spot. After thinking for a long time, he felt that what Luo Yan said was right.

Now the two families of Wei and Han, one fief is close to Guifang and Yaoyu, and the other is adjacent to Yan Kingdom, all of them support their own soldiers.

A Wei family can keep him stable for decades.

The Han family was even more unscrupulous, wantonly enslaving the people in the fief, even in Jiangcheng, they dared to blatantly raise monsters and monsters, and the ministers of the court turned a blind eye to them, as if they were singing and dancing.

And Ying Wuji...an abandoned proton, once Qianli's diplomatic relations deteriorate, he will be the first victim. It is indeed a fire pit that is rare in a thousand years.

Luo Yan said with a sullen face, "Do you know what to do?"

Luo Ming nodded: "Understood!"

Luo Yan's expression softened a little: "This time! You must not waver in the slightest, but don't force your eldest sister, she has a strong temper..."

"Yes!"

Luo Ming sighed, only feeling a headache.

"correct!"

"As soon as possible!"

Luo Yan smiled: "Tell her to come back for dinner earlier, Dad has prepared a surprise for her."

"What surprise?"

"In short, she can understand how much father has affection for her mother when she sees it!"

Luo Yan was 20 years older than his actual age, showing a warm smile on his face.

……

Day by day, Shangmo Bookstore's business is getting better and better.

Whether it's the guy sent by the paper company, the printer sent by the Mohist Guild, or Xun Zhiyin, all of them are red all day long and full of energy.

Especially the ink printers, after getting used to it, their efficiency has increased by more than [-]%. After completing the daily task of [-] volumes, they can even spare a night to drink.

In short, in the backyard of Shangmo Bookstore, every day there are bureaus, eating and drinking are very enjoyable.

Ying Wuji drank another bowl of rice wine, propped his hands on the table, rubbed his red cheeks, and let out a moan that he didn't know whether it was pain or enjoyment.

Hua Chao asked with concern: "Are you drunk again?"

"Um……"

Ying Wuji's eyes were slightly drunk: "Sister Hua Chao, I have a headache!"

Hua Chao smiled: "Then you sit down, and my sister will rub it for you!"

"it is good……"

Ying Wuji responded, and fell directly on Hua Chao's lap.

Hua Chao: "..."

This... I clearly mean that you sit and I press it for you.

Undoubtedly, this gesture was a bit intimate. Those who didn't know it thought Ying Wuji was playing hooliganism, but she looked at Ying Wuji's dim drunken eyes and knew that he must not have heard clearly.

Let's be intimate, it's not the first time anyway?

What's more, the relationship between the siblings is very good, how can the younger brother have bad thoughts about the older sister?

Right?

Hua Chao took a deep breath, slowly covered Ying Wuji's temples with her slender, fair fingers, and gently massaged them.

With Bai Zhi at the side, the two spindles were tightly squeezed.

She clearly saw that the young master fell to the left yesterday, so she sat on the left side on purpose today, but why did the young master fall to the right again?

Why is the young master's drinking capacity so poor!

Zhai Yun glanced at Ying Wuji, and then at Wu Dan who was drinking, with a look of disappointment: "You guys are inferior! When it comes to drinking, it's better to have a good drink with students from a hundred schools of thought, or to wait Let's see if I don't drink them up for a few days!"

The Mohist on the side said: "Brother Zhai! You should stop drinking when the time comes, as it is said above, this is the first grand meeting of hundreds of schools after the truce between Qian Liyan and the Three Kingdoms, and it is of great significance.

I heard that the Confucianism and Mohist schools each contributed two schools of luck, and the Legalist military strategists each contributed one, and both of them took out earth-level techniques and spells as rewards.

This time, the Mohist sect sent to preach is someone who has realized the gods. If you get drunk and make jokes in front of the disciples, how do you think you are going to die? "

"Luck of the school, earth-level spell?"

Zhai Yun was shocked: "Did you play so big this time?"

Ying Wuji was also agitated, and he directly stood up from Hua Chao's thigh.

The luck of the school can help the soul to be promoted, and the earth-level spells are the existence that countless geniuses have dreamed of for a long time, all of which are top-notch killers.

Ying Wuji was also drooling with greed, but he obviously cared more about those who had attained divine enlightenment, who were masters of a supernatural power.

Isn't it a peerless porcelain?Don't touch the kind that you will regret for life!

Hua Chao was startled: "Didn't you fall asleep?"

Ying Wuji: "The ideal has awakened me!"

Hua Chao: "..."

(End of this chapter)