Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 133

Careful thinking, Liu Zhiqiu harvested countless eyes from his family.

Give way and the carriage started.

Seeing the carriage go away, Mrs. Liu picked up Liu Zhiqiu's ear and twisted, "Smell boy!"

"No way!"

"See no sight!"

"Deserve it!"

The family drove into the yard, leaving Liu Zhiqiu to cover her red ears with a grimace.

What did he do with him? Did you just tell the truth?

"Your brother must have no good food later." Qian Wanjin smirked in the carriage.

"how do you know?"

"Of course I know, and have experienced it several times in person." The most powerful witness.

Usually, the Liu family is very sympathetic and approachable.

But as long as things are related to Fu Yi, do you want to make sense? Hehehe.

Let you see what is short-term care.

Liu Yusheng pouted and chuckled against the carriage. Over the years, her two brothers, including Qian Wanjin, did eat a lot because she ate at home.

Whenever I think of those scenes, I feel like laughing.

When the carriage turned around, Qian Wanjin drove the curtain, just at the fork in the road. "How to go this way, go directly through the path to the county seat a lot."

Dahuang reluctantly resigned, and motioned to the side, "Master, it's not that I want to go this way, it's the carriage pulled by the elder sister."

The culprit froze, "Hungry, go to town and buy two biscuits."

"..." Qian Wanjin touched his chin. "Aunt Hong, wouldn't you like the uncle who sells yakiniku? Otherwise, why would you buy yakiniku every time you go to town?"

Wei Hong was scared and almost didn't plant from the car.

"What are you talking about? See how scared Aunt Hong's face is!" Liu Yusheng pulled people back and sneered. "Anyway, we don't hurry. Aunt Hong likes to eat that sesame cake, so it's not bad. For a while. "

"..." Wei Hong couldn't speak.

Wei Lan's second-hander really went to sell kebabs for a living because she said something casually, and once opened for nine years, Cangwu Town changed every year. Only his stall never moved.

He squatted opposite Wanjin Restaurant.

The carriage entered the town and went straight to the direction of Wanjin Restaurant. From a distance, you can see that there is a small stall on the opposite side of the street. Now there are no guests in front of the stall. On the side of the road, talking to the surrounding street vendors, just like a native.

Parked the carriage at the door of the restaurant, Wei Hong jumped out of the car and walked to the opposite side, "Come four sesame cakes, brush more sauce."

"Good! You can wait a bit, and do it right away!" Wei Lan stood up immediately, poured batter onto the pot neatly, sprinkled green onions, and added fillings. The action was fast and neat, and quite a master.

"Go to Xuzhou, and expect to be back in two months." Looking down, Wei Hong's lip corners almost did not move.

"Then I'll follow the past?" Wei Lan said, her lips were still, her throat was low, "Go to Xuzhou to sell sesame cake?"

After taking over the freshly baked sesame cakes handed over by the man, Wei Hong had the urge to buckle the sesame cakes on his head. "You just change the name and call it sesame cakes!"

Selling biscuits is addictive also!

After the woman drove away in the air with all the air, Wei Lan touched her nose. "What do I eat if I don't sell sesame cakes? Is it easy for me to support my family!"

Cangwu Town belongs to Xiangshan, Yunzhou. From here, it takes about ten days to drive to Xuzhou.

Because the group departed early and did not need to hurry, Qian Wanjin took Liu Yusheng, Wei Hong, and Rhubarb all the way to the mountains and rivers, and slowly headed for Xuzhou.

At the same time, Beijing, the Royal Palace.

Taihe Hall carved a beam of paintings, magnificent.

At the desk on the side of the hall, two figures were sitting, one tall and one short.

The short man was a ten-year-old boy with an immature face, writing and drawing on the unfolded memorial. Sometimes, he secretly pointed at the person sitting diagonally across the corner of his eye.

It was a man with carefully carved features, with slightly raised eyebrows, slightly narrowed eyes, thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow under the eyelids, a straight nose bridge, and a pair of thin, slightly pale lips. Beautiful shape.

The man seemed to be taking a nap, with his one-handed jaw half leaning on the back of the chair. As a result, the waterfall black hair slipped from the neck to the chest due to this movement, revealing a little laziness, allowing the man's whole body to cool down and soften.

"These memorials can't be reviewed at noon, and will double tomorrow." Thin lips lightly opened, and the sound was like the mountains and streams, such as April and the wind. Just listening to the sound makes you feel like you are in the spring.

The young man immediately broke his face, "Uncle Huang ... why do I have to review these things, isn't you there?"

"You don't have to please me like this, nor do you have to hide away. Given your position, I won't **** it." The man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes were dark and deep, so deep that he couldn't see the end. "I want to compete with me Just grow. "

The teenager's complexion changed slightly, and the hand under his sleeve clenched into a fist.

Grow, does he really have a chance to grow?

There was a sound of rumors outside the hall.

"What is it?"

"Master Qilu, there are rumors that Baicaogumen will appear in Xuzhou, participate in a chamber of commerce, and please give instructions from Grandpa!"

When the teenager heard the news, his fists were squeezed even tighter, and his eyes were leaking nervously.

The man was silent for a moment, "No news from Wei Orange?"

"Not yet. Baicao Valley has been hidden for a long time. No one knows where they are. Wei Orange traced it for nearly a year and still found nothing."

"Ready to go and set off for Xuzhou."

The man's words surprised the teenager and looked up, seemingly unbelievable.

"The poison on your body is not yours." The man got up and left with his hand. The back of the figure is very long, and the momentum is like cutting and grinding, Zhilan Yushu, Qingjun elegant.

Teenagers have only seen such a person, who can dress such a dark and domineering dark purple python robe in a clear and bright moon.

He believed that the poison on him was not his.

This man, at the age of thirteen, killed the bleeding path in the whirlpool of power that waned, and finally stood firm and secured him on the throne. If he really wants to kill him, there are more means and opportunities. Chronic poison will never be used.

He just didn't believe that the man would really save him.

After all, he was just a **** used by the Emperor to protect the emperor, wasn't he?

The news of Nanling King going south to Xuzhou was suppressed and kept secret, so as not to regenerate branches before finding people in Baicao Valley.

This trip brought only a few close friends.

Sitting on the carriage, the teenager was still a bit unbelievable. Uncle Huang really took him away from the palace and left the capital!

Since he was two years old, he hasn't left the palace for a long time, and he was just as excited as a child for a while, and his words have changed.

"Uncle Huang, won't Aunt Zheng go with us?"

The man's eyes were light and his voice indifferent. "You remember, she's just a maid, and there is something that can't be given too much, lest she forget her identity."

(End of this chapter)