The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 77
Situ Zheng was in a good mood. Sitting at the dining table, he began to peel off the shells of the crayfish and put them elegantly in the food box.

Allen was obviously a little embarrassed as he was carrying big and small bags.

However, it can be regarded as a deep feeling of the hospitality of the Chinese people.

"Professor An. Shouldn't we wait for Professor Situ?"

Before he left, Allen looked at Situ Zheng hesitantly. After all, he would not be rewarded for his merits, and the food he carried was enough to go back and eat for three days.

"Don't wait for that Tie Hanhan." An Yunzhe looked at Situ Zheng with that hopeless look.

If colleagues in the medical field know that the hand known as the first knife in Nanyang is peeling crayfish recklessly over there, it is estimated that everyone will be able to bang their heads against the wall.

"What is Tiehanhan?"

"Our Nanhu dialect, silly."

"Professor Situ is not stupid, isn't he a genius in the medical field?" At only 25 years old, he is a professor-level figure, and more importantly, he has published dozens of journal papers.

"I think..." An Yunzhe walked to the front of the car and said to Alan behind him, "In addition to genetics, you need to visit the brain department from time to time."

When Allen belatedly realized that An Yunzhe was saying that he was stupid, An Yunzhe drove back to school long ago.

night.

Quietly.

After the typhoon, the peaceful Xiangdao is breezy.

The old man was pacing in the yard with his hands behind his back.

An Yunyao went back to live in the bakery today. After washing, she saw that the old man was still awake, so she opened the door and called him to go back to rest.

"Yaoyao."

After all, the old man has lived most of his life. He said very transparently, "Your relationship with Ah Zheng is not so fast."

Fortunately, there is no moon tonight.

Otherwise, it's time for the old man to make fun of An Yunyao's lack of face, and An Yunyao is not lying in front of the old man.

"Ah."

"Yaoyao. Grandpa still says the same thing. Whatever you like, Grandpa will support you."

The old man was also like An Dalang before, angry that Ah Zheng was a person who did not take responsibility.

Now, after they cleared up the misunderstanding, the old man's attitude towards Situ Zheng changed very quickly.

He also seemed to understand why his wife persistently wanted to tie Ah Zheng and Yaoyao together.

It turns out that when I was young, I could see the trajectory of a person's growth.

"Grandpa. Let's talk about something else."

With so many things stuck together, An Yunyao needed time to digest.

"I haven't heard you tell a story for a long time."

The old man understood that An Yunyao didn't want to talk about Situ Zheng, so he smiled, and finally talked about a piece of unofficial history.

"It's a sad story—"

The old man stroked his white beard, "It can be regarded as the story of our ancestors."

"Back then, the peasants of our ancestors revolted, and became a majestic Marquis, guarding our Xiangzhou."

An Yunyao's heart skipped a beat, it could be her own story.

"The old ancestor gave birth to a girl doll, who is all over the country and the city, just like our Yaoer."

The dusty old time was slowly opened the memory box.

When I was a child, I got along with Situ Zheng day and night, and those sweet moments flashed before my eyes.

The old man cleared his throat: "Later, the Ninth Concubine and the Ninth Prince disappeared. Some people thought they were still alive, while others thought they had been controlled by Situ Kui."

"However, the Ninth Princess may never know that the ancestor is not dead."

"What?" An Yunyao exclaimed.

"It's not that the noble concubine is wise and has calculated everything in advance, but it's a pity that the Ninth Prince was kept in the dark."

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(End of this chapter)