The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 115 Mr. Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 5

   "Nanliang has repeatedly invaded, and Dayan has lost three cities in a row. Now General Pei and 30,000 elite soldiers are defending Xucheng."

   "The reinforcements are still on the way, and there is not enough food and grass. The military supplies originally transported to Xucheng received news that they were robbed today, and the emperor was furious in the courtroom."

  Xie Quyan heard something, and said sternly: "At this time, the military supplies dare to rob, don't they die?"

   "It's a coincidence that just last night, the Minister of the Household was assassinated in the house."

  The position of the Ministry of Household is now vacant, it is just a piece of fat, and everyone wants to mix and put their own people on it.

   He said with a smile, but Xie Quyan frowned, knowing that it would never be so simple.

   "At this time, the war is raging, and I don't know how long it will last. General Pei has no military supplies. If you can't hold on..."

   Incredible.

   Isn't this going to repeat the tragic events of the past? !

   "What clues can be found at Dali Temple?"

   "No."

  Xie Quyan thought it was absurd: "And the news about the dragon and snake pattern assassins that you asked me to check, no shop in the capital knew about it. It so happened that last night, is it possible that it has something to do with the case of the Ministry of Military Supplies?"

   "Look, there will always be a second time."

   "Are you not injured last night?" Xie Quyan looked at him seriously, "How do I feel about you..."

  Xie Quyan didn't say anything. As soon as he said it, the ambiguous and absurd scene from last night came into his eyes. He frowned and couldn't bear to interrupt.

  Xie Quyan thought to himself that you don't seem to be a big deal now.

   "The world is divided into two parts, Nanliang invades, and there are external troubles and internal worries. The emperor's eleven sons are each pregnant with ghosts. The prince born to the queen passed away unfortunately five years ago, and now everyone is staring at that position."

  Xie Quyan felt uncomfortable and raised his hand: "Anyway, please see me."

   "You?" Xie Xun glanced at him, "Forget it."

  # has been insulted to

   "The sky in Chang'an City is about to change." Xie Xun said lightly, his eyes calm.

  Xie Quyan paused, looking at the man's eyebrows, he could still see his youthful spirit, but something had changed.

   "You haven't forgotten that year..."

   "I will enter the palace the day after tomorrow." Xie Xun interrupted him, his eyes were dark and unpredictable, "You have been less in the limelight these days."

   "I know it all, just do whatever you want."

   Xie Xun couldn't let go, and neither did he.

   This Chang'an is long overdue for change!

   There was a knock on the door.

   The attendant whispered: "Master Hou, Eunuch Cui next to the emperor is here."

  …

   The firewood house is small and dark, with no sunlight, the smell of dampness permeates the air, occasionally damp insects and mice pass by, and there are spider webs on the firewood.

  The woman was violently thrown to the ground, her palms rubbed against the ground, the wooden thorns pierced into the tender skin, and a little bit of dark red seeped out, and the pain was delicate.

   "You should reflect on it!" Cong Lian raised her eyebrows and said something, and closed the door of the firewood room with a snap!

   Meng Tang'an's expression remained unchanged, he slowly got up from the ground, and without blinking his eyes, he pulled out a few wooden thorns in his palm.

   The health pot shakes.

   This host is a bit ruthless.

  The woman didn't say a word of laziness, directly ignoring the teapot in the air, her snow shirt was weak, leaning in the corner, her hands wrapped around her knees, and shrunk into a glutinous rice dumpling.

  The green teapot Melancholy and Meng Tangan squatted in a row, sighing.

   The picture looks a bit gratifying.

   "You need to redeem the mission target, Xie Xun, and live with him."

   Meng Tangan finally reacted, her voice soft and charming: "The villain?"

"Yes."

   "Dream."

   Meng Tang'an didn't want to get involved in these things at all. It was not a relative, not a relationship. What relationship did life and death have to her.

   She just wanted to run away when she had enough fun.

  “???”

   Why is one more difficult than the other!

   Qi Lou akimbo akimbo.

   How to lead these two people whose status is incompatible with water and fire to keep healthy together?

   Qilou was very worried.

   Hunger, more worried.

  Suddenly, it was inspired by a flash of inspiration.

  The case is solved!

   It knows how to match two people!

   It has to learn from how the host of the previous world chased people!

   Until nightfall, the firewood house was locked, no one cared about it, and no one delivered food. The air was damp and cold, Meng Tangan was hungry, and pressed her stomach with a frown. The burning pain made her face pale and bloodless.

  If he found his confidant, his eyes filled with tears: "Are you hungry! Me too!"

   Meng Tangan's eyes turned around and stayed on the mouse for two or three seconds.

  Health Pot: "...This is impossible."

   Mice are really bad luck.

   "I used to..." Meng Tangan seemed to laugh, even though she was so embarrassed, she was still charming, with dark eyebrows glaring at the lake and mountains, a peerless beauty.

   In the middle of her words, she paused again: "You disturbed me talking to the air."

  “???”

   It's just a health pot, why does the world treat it like this?

   There were two knocks on the door outside the firewood house.

   The knock on the door was not heavy, as if he was worried about being discovered.

   Meng Tangan still heard it. She walked to the wooden door and saw a round and jade-like face.

  The state of happiness is festive, like a fortune-teller, and it is actually a little richer, forming a natural wall.

   He was sneaking his way through the crack of the door, squeezing his head hard.

  The already overwhelmed wooden door made it even worse.

   "Tangtang, are you okay?" The man asked in a low voice, unable to hold back his anger, "That Lin Yasha is going too far, isn't this deliberately torturing you!"

   Meng Tangan squatted there obediently, looking at her through the moonlight, her voice was a little hoarse, charming and soft, even Zhongcao, a woman, felt half of her body numb when she heard it.

   said sincerely: "I'm hungry."

   "My poor child, I have wronged you."

  Zhongcao almost burst into tears and felt so distressed.

   "Tomorrow I will ask my mother to add 200 pounds of chili peppers to Lin Yasha's meal! It will kill her!"

  She and Meng Tangan are both servants of the Lin family, but her father is the manager of the Lin family, and her mother is the chef in the backyard, so she can be regarded as a king among many maids.

   Hearing what Zhongcao said, Meng Tangan silently calculated how many 200 catties of chili peppers in his heart, and Wen Tun said seriously, "Five hundred catties will do."

   "It's all up to you."

   The health pot slowly made a question mark.

   Really he. Mom dares to say and dare to answer.

   It seems that this person can handle it, she really eats peppers.

   Zhongcao took out all kinds of cakes from his arms, as well as the golden chicken hidden in the oiled paper, and handed it to Meng Tangan through the crack of the door with difficulty.

   "I stole a lot of delicious food from my mother, you should pad your stomach first."

   Meng Tang'an's eyes lit up and said softly, "Thank you hastily."

   "Silly boy, eat quickly."

   Zhongcao looked at the woman with loving eyes.

   "Who is there!"

   A loud shout suddenly sounded.

   (end of this chapter)