Jun Jiuling

Ticket number?

Mrs. Fang opened her eyes from the rocking chair.

"What is she going to do?" Fang Jinxiu’s voice came from inside, accompanied by a brushed bead curtain, and people came out. "It’s not enough to toss people all day long, and want to toss our business?"

"How come, she doesn't like business at all," said Mrs. Fang.

Miss self-sufficient bureaucrats, the most hateful family business to take her identity.

Fang Jinxiu snorted.

“So what do she want to do?” she said.

Miss Jun did not specifically ask for the management of the ticket number, she was inadvertently encountered this management.

When she was bored in the yard for a day, she came out and walked around. From her own place, she didn’t even see a servant’s hoe. I didn’t know if I had arranged for the waiter or saw her and hid.

It should be the latter.

When Miss Jun approached the second door, she saw two or three servants who rushed to the broom after the flower wall.

"Accounting for them to run fast, did not hinder the eyes of the lady." Liu Er snorted.

Miss Jun is laughing.

This child, where is like a bureaucrat, Miss Xiaoge, is simply a child who avoids it.

"But, miss, what else do you want to ask?" Liu Er thought again. "I will call them out and ask what is left in this house."

Miss Jun shook her head and stopped.

There is nothing to ask about Fang’s business. A curse, a male singer, has unfortunately made her understand the situation of Fang’s family.

At this time they had already walked to the outer court and saw a white fat man being led by the servant, and the little servants on the road were respectful.

The three generations of Fang’s old, middle and young generations have died. The only male in the family is a blind man. The brethren are all rushed back to Shandong. The old lady’s mother’s family is not close because of the original competition. Who is this man? ?

Miss Jun casually asked the sentence, Liu Er took the chicken feathers as an arrow, and called people directly.

The management of the surname of 50, which is a high surname, is not the management of the family, but the management of the ticket number.

"What do you want to tell Miss Jun?" he asked reverently. Obviously, he also knew that Miss Jun was in the rules of Fangjia. She did not call the Miss Miss, but also called Miss Jun like her family.

Miss Jun had nothing to ask, but when she heard that he was the manager of Deshengchang, he changed his mind.

“Daishengchang ticket number is there in the north and south?” she asked.

Miss Jun will actually ask the business, this is not the same as everyone's legend, the executives thought, the face is not obvious.

"Yes." He replied respectfully and carefully. "The ticket number is convenient for business, so where can the business be done, oh.. Where is our ticket number?"

For the first time, the executives saw Miss Jun, and they almost got the wrong rules.

Although many people are unwilling to join Desheng Changcheng, Miss Jun is definitely not willing. If she talks to her, she might be stunned.

Miss Jun seems to be thoughtful, not paying attention to his small slips.

"There is also the capital city?" she asked.

"There is of course the capital." The executive said with a smile.

He didn't dare to look directly at the lady. His eyes were half-slung, just to see the young man's hands in front of him, his hands were blocked by wide sleeves, and he couldn't see the movements inside. He heard the lady gently and softly. A little curious voice fell.

"Beijing, is there anything fun about it recently?"

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The two servants stopped their feet and the servants who were welcoming stretched their fingers in one direction.

"Miss Jun and executives are in the pavilion," she whispered.

There is a small garden view at the partition of the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard. A shallow pavilion is built. A small pavilion is set up, and flowers and birds are arranged. But now it is winter, flowers and birds are not there, and the pavilion is arranged as a warm pavilion. Enclosed, burned the dragon, and waited for the visitors to wait for the return.

At this time, Miss Jun and the executives were sitting and talking.

"Hey, I am not mistaken, Miss Jun is laughing." A servant said, looking surprised.

Ms. Jun’s people who have seen the Fang family in the past are lazy to take a look. The management of the external ticket number is even lower in her eyes.

"The executives are very capable, and even the Miss Jun is so happy," another servant said.

The two continued to walk towards this side.

The executives reached out and took up the tea on the short few, and moistened the scorpion.

"And then?" Liu, who was standing behind Miss Jun, was rushing to ask, "Have they really written?"

The executives ate a bit of tea.

"Written, there are four shows." He laughed. "The two pages of the book were written to record the fun of killing the pigs."

Liu Er chuckled and snorted again.

“It’s really humiliating,” she said.

"Sell the acid text." Miss Jun said with a smile, "all have fun."

"The lady said yes, this is the title." The executives complimented, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This Miss Jun actually said that the Beijing people called this kind of thing, and it was not as fuss as the little girl, it seems to know.

Miss Jun likes to come and talk with the ladies of the bureaucrats in the city, probably listening to what they said.

"What other strange things?" Miss Jun asked, reaching for the teacup, holding it tightly, with a bit of casual, "What's new in the palace?"

In the palace?

These ladies probably got together and liked to talk about the royal things, but the emperor who had been enthroned for three years was not free to talk because he was involved in some secrets.

This Miss Jun is also a brain with a lack of roots. It has caused a lot of trouble.

Executives make a thought

"What's new in the court's affairs." He couldn't think of it. "There are all the officials who come and go. We don't care about doing business, and the official doesn't deal with us."

It is hard to mix business without dealing with officials.

Miss Jun licked her mouth and ate her mouth tea, without breaking the words of executives.

"That Huai Wangfu...." she said slowly.

The voice did not fall, the executives could not help but shake, and the teacup was put down on the short ones. Fortunately, the tea had already been drunk and there was no spill.

Miss Jun’s words stopped, and the two servants stood outside the pavilion.

"Miss Jun, the old lady is waiting for the executive to reconcile," said a servant.

The executives are busy getting up.

"Miss Jun, look, I will go back to the old lady first," he said with a smile.

Miss Jun nodded with a smile.

"It's all right, go," she said.

The servants and executives flashed a trace of surprise but did not speak again and walked away.

After going out for a period of time, the executives couldn’t help but look back and saw that Miss Jun was still sitting in the pavilion.

"Miss Jun is very good," he couldn't help but say.

The two servants snorted.

"You only saw it a few times." They said with no anger.

The executives laughed.

"Although it is said that people will see people for a long time, some people will know what the **** is like when they see one side." He said, "Nothing else, Miss Jun is very calm."

Calm?

If you are really calm, you won’t be able to make a trick.

The servants were blowing their noses.

"Not in front of Miss Jun, needless to say good words." They said, "Come on, the old lady and the big lady are waiting for you."

The old lady waiting for the executives was supposed to say business, but now the first sentence in the house asks what Miss Jun said to him.

The executives carefully rehearsed the dialogue between the two.

"Listen to the rare things in the capital?" said Mrs. Fang Da, looking at the old lady. "Is this too boring at home?"

The old lady frowned, and Fang Jinxiu stood aside and snorted.

"It’s all like this, I’m going to show it to the group of ladies,” she said. “I really took her face.”

The young bureaucrats of Yangcheng have nothing to do, and they really don’t know much about poetry and painting. When they gather together, they say that they are talking about poetry and painting. In fact, most of them are talking about heaven and earth. When Miss Jun has always been unwilling, she will be worthy of being with Ning’s son. Everything must be contending, and we must inquire more about the talks so as not to pick up the words of others.

"If she really goes out, it means that she really wants to open it." Mrs. Fang said, "This is a good thing. It is better than a lifetime."

Fang Yuxiu also nodded.

"Yeah, Miss Jun can afford to put it down, when it is my generation to admire," she said in a whisper.

Fang Yunxiu laughed and hurriedly held back and rubbed her with her arm.

Mrs. Fang opened her eyes and saw the executives’ words and stops.

“What did she ask?” she asked.

The executives looked into the house, and Mrs. Fang’s wife understood that the servant had gone down with her hoe.

“It’s no surprise that young ladies like to talk about new things.” The executives said with a discretion, “It’s just that there are things that can be talked about, but some people don’t know how to talk. Young people don’t know how to be measured. ""

"Gao Erye, you have something to say, don't take the lesson to teach us." Fang Jinxiu said, "She asked what should not be asked?"

"I think the interesting thing that Miss Jun wants to ask is not just an interesting thing in the capital. She actually wants to ask the royal." The executive said that the face of the smile has also appeared a bit heavy, "Dadongjia, you also I know that what is now royal is not something that can be talked about."

The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the emperor who passed the ancestry to the present, was the first prince to replace the prince who had the son-in-law. The prince who was killed by the jinyiwei stick in the palace outside the palace for three years ago, the blood of the ministers who infiltrated the ground did not rinse. clean.