The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 144 Chapter 144: Correct posture to brush good feelings (2)

When thinking of everything and despair before his wife and daughter died, Meng Hun felt burned within five, his eyes stained with blood, and he wanted to crack!

His anger was burning, and he gradually infected other people, and the delicious hot soup that he had drank in his mouth was tasteless.

"Captain, we have the opportunity to take revenge. When we next see Meng Xun's little beast, we will cut him down to worship the sister-in-law and niece in the spirit of heaven." The man on the side raised his left hand and patted Meng Hun's shoulder, sending out a dull Slap,

He had an injury to his right hand. He just cleaned the wound with clean water, applied medicine, and hung it around his neck with a white cloth. It was a bit inconvenient to move.

"Yes, Xunzi and niece have spirits in heaven, they will surely bless us to successfully kill Meng Xun's little beast, and good people should have good news." Another said in a sigh of sigh, he was clumsy, and thought what he thought What to say is not a strength.

Meng Hun was awakened by the strength of her shoulders, her face still gloomy, but she did not continue to indulge in hatred and was unable to extricate herself.

The others saw Meng Hun's reaction, and could not help showing sadness and worry.

The man who led them to death was the burly seven-footed man in front of him. It was this man who stepped forward to save their lives in times of crisis. He was obviously struggling, and it was him who still helped them from time to time.

Instead, what did Meng do?

Their glory and wealth today depend partly on the ancestors' shade, and the other part is eating the blood and sweat and flesh of ordinary people!

Therefore, when Meng Hun repressed his emotions and said "I want to go back", they didn't hesitate to follow him back against Meng.

They were more convinced by Meng Hun than relying on the ancestor Yu Yin.

"A good man has good news?" Meng Hun muttered, looking like he had lost his soul, and buried his dry blood in his palm.

If a good man really has a good report, how can his virtuous wife and alert daughter end up like that?

In the hidden cave, several big men talked silently, each with their own thoughts, and everyone did not disturb Meng Hun tacitly.

The farm was shrouded in moonlight, silent.

The size of today's Xu Yan is also the host's confidant. He is a leader in the farm. He can also light an oil lamp at night. He can sort out the records of day training and all aspects of the farm ’s expenses by light. Child history set.

Today, after finishing the account, he did not take out the tablet, but took off his shirt and put it on his shoulders, and held up the oil lamp on the desk case.

Squeak--

Raise your hand to block the wind, so that the night breeze will not blow out the oil lamp, and the door will come to the compartment next to the kitchen where the sundries and ingredients are stacked.

Lifting the lamp and taking a closer look, the prepared thing really disappeared, and even the footprints on the ground were deliberately erased.

"The gift is light and affectionate, this gift ... can be delivered to the heart." Xu Xu looked around in the compartment, a smile on his face, and then a little sadness, "Well, although it is so Say, however, this time cost six or two or seven dollars ... "

It took more than half of it at a time. I knew that I would have to pay more for Lang Jun.

Xu Yan frowned, closed the door of the compartment with the oil lamp closed, and returned to the room step by step.

These years, ordinary people come to the end of the year, and once again try to save energy every year. The two packs of pork belly are valuable.

Besides, those medicinal materials and white cloths were specially purchased by him at the pharmacy, which had sufficient efficacy and were expensive.

The brand-new bedding, warm clothes, pottery and tableware, etc., piece by piece together, actually cost six or two or seven dollars!

I just hope not to lose it this time, if the result of a meat bun hitting the dog is not returned ... hehe, he thinks that his devil-loving Lang Jun may be hard to appease, and he will face Fang's anger at that time, not himself ?

Close the door hinges to separate the cold outside.

Xu Yan moved the charcoal basin a little closer to himself, and the whole body was cold and cold for a while, and his stiff and cold hands and feet slowly warmed up.

"Look at how the group of people will react tomorrow ... then they will know ..." Xu Yan muttered, looking at a roll of bamboo slips borrowed from Jiang Yanji's study for a while, using frosty oil, and sometimes frowning, and suddenly realized that Get so drunk and forget me.

In the early morning of the second day, the gatehouse of Liufu yawned out of the corner gate, which happened to be a simple and low-key carriage at the entrance.

With only one cry, the horse stopped the hoof, and the carriage stopped directly in front of Liufu's gate.

The concierge rubbed his eyes and looked at the decorative patterns drawn on the carriage carriage, and the corresponding person immediately appeared in his mind.

Isn't this the Erlang Junxi seat-the car on the house of Mr. Wei Gong Cao?

Mr. Wei is really dedicated, and when he gets better, come to teach Lang Jun?

The concierge secretly guessed, while people asked the housekeeper to come over, and greeted people.

However, the person who came out of the car was not Wei Gongcao, but a young man with a weak crown.

The man was tall, and apparently a newly made Confucian shirt with a hood on his outside.

In terms of clothing, this should be a scholar of scholarship, but not to mention the momentum of his whole body, height alone gives a natural sense of oppression, a closer look, that face is deeper than others, unlike Zhongyuan People are more like those in northern Xinjiang.

The young man stepped down on the car stool and turned the car curtain back. It was Mr. Wei Gongcao who was the west seat of Lang Jun.

"Mr. Gong Cao, Liu Fu has arrived."

The **** still maintained a cold expression, perhaps due to the influence of light during the day. The coldness in his eyes was far less intense than at night.

Wei Gong Cao looked up at the sky, and then looked at the still closed door of Liufu, only the corner door slightly opened.

When the servants saw Wei Yuan, they thought that he had come to give a lesson to Lang Jun. Who can think that he came here today and resigned?

Hearing Wei Yuan's intention, Liu Ye's remaining three-point sleepiness suddenly ran out of light, and his face looked pale.

"But my son is bad, where did he offend Brother Gong Cao?"

Although he had acquiesced to Jiang Yanji's study in Langya, he never thought that Wei Yuan would come in person and resign.

After thinking about it, he felt a little confused, for fear that it was Jiang Yanji who did not know the importance, and said something to Wei Yuan in private.

Offending people is second, and it is important that Wei Yuan's status and reputation in Dongqing Confucianism is not low!

If there is no reasonable explanation for this matter, speaking of the current wind direction, the opinion of her daughter-in-law is not reasonable.

One day is a teacher, and he is a father for life.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Zhong Qing doesn't have to do this. This is also the result of my careful consideration. It is not that Lanting is not good."

The **** made it impossible for him, regardless of his status or age, to get involved in the conversation between the two, and simply sit behind Wei Yuan as a background board.

Wei Yuan took him to Liufu, and the **** surprised himself.

He knew in his mind that Wei Yuan regarded him as the future son-in-law, but Ba Zi was treated so favorably before he left it, which was beyond his expectation.

"Since Lanting is not bad, how can Brother Gong Cao resign?"

_ (: з 」∠) _ The friends who have appeared from the beginning to the future may not be all from the side of Ji Ji, even if the personal relationship is good, the front battlefield can still be torn up, after all, they are their masters Well, otherwise play an egg → _ → Of course, after the world is unified, all of them will be Ji Ji.

(End of this chapter)