The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 272 How many months have you been?How come you vomit so badly?

After all the dishes were served, Xiao San returned to the box where the fake Taoist and Ning Jiaman were.

When the fake Taoist priest saw Xiao San, it was like meeting his God of Wealth, and his aloofness in front of ordinary people disappeared without a trace.

"Third Young Master, what are your thoughts? If you are sincere, I will be able to connect with the gods immediately. At least it is no problem to ask for an extra ten or eight years of life for Third Young Master."

Xiao San's unhurried demeanor really made the fake Taoists burn with anxiety.

"Since the 'Living Immortal' is so powerful, why would I not do it? Anyway, I am short of everything, except money. As long as I can get something with money, it is not good for my third son." question."

The fake Taoist laughed even more happily, and picked up the jug to pour wine for Xiao San.

Xiao San didn't drink, but just pretended to mention it unintentionally: "The matter of donating sesame oil money is not urgent. If the 'Living Immortal' doesn't dislike it, the singer of the first rank of Fulu is a famous singer in the capital. I don't know if the 'Living Immortal' can do it." Appreciate face, we enjoy singing and dancing, while chatting and drinking, when we have had enough fun, I donate 1000 taels, I wonder if the sincerity that the "living god" thinks will make the gods in the sky appear and eliminate my bad luck?"

The fake Taoist choked on the strong liquor: "1000 taels!?"

Xiao San narrowed his eyes slightly.

The fake Taoist feels like a dream now, 1000 taels, a number he dare not even dream of!There is no reason to refuse!

"Enough! Enough! The third son is so sincere, I must let the gods draw a few more years for the third son!"

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After a cup of tea, He Anjia rubbed his sore shoulders, and finally finished the painting for Murong Ying and Zhong Yan.

Shuangxi was at the side, meticulously tidying up every place.

Murong Ying and Chong Yan, who had applied rouge and powder, had cheeks as red as a monkey's butt, lips pursed into red paper, swollen like a hornet's nest, and the bulge of their chest was even more round and outrageous.

These two people can't take a closer look, otherwise they will have to spit out all the food they ate today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday.

After discussing with Xiao San, Murong Ying and Zhong Yan went back to the designated room and waited.

"vomit--"

He Lanci found a reasonable excuse, temporarily escaped from the box where Concubine Ning and Concubine Hua were, and retched while leaning on the pillars in the corridor!
These two empresses are really...too stinky!

He couldn't help wondering, could they not smell themselves, or each other?
How did they manage to eat with such relish?

And it's fine if Concubine Hua doesn't play cards according to common sense, but even Concubine Ning...

Just when He Lanci was supporting the pillar depressed and collapsed, he called out "father-in-law" and turned his head in doubt.

Chong Yan, who was turned into a flower by He Anjia, smiled at He Lanci: "Father-in-law, what a coincidence."

He Lanci looked at Chong Yan: "!!!" His eyes! ! !
Murong Ying had heard about He Lanci from his father when he was in Beixia, and before meeting Chacha, he was planning to make a marriage contract for him and He Anjia.

"Master Helan, how many months have you been? Why are you vomiting so much?"

He Lanci looked at Murong Ying: "!!!" His eyes! ! !
"father?"

He Lanci couldn't care less about saluting anymore, he felt that his cognition had improved several levels in just one day.

"An Jia, this... is this the case?"

He Lanci still held back his breath, what he wanted to say was, where did these two ugly things come from!

(End of this chapter)