MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 736 揣 奈 奈

The night fell, and the house was brightly lit.

Jiuli put down the needlework in his hand and watched the prostitutes who were lighting more lights.

“Is Lu Daren back today?” she asked.

The prostitutes were a little surprised. Princess Jiuli rarely seldom asked Lu Yunqi, but this is nothing. They can still answer this question.

"Come back." A niece replied respectfully, "I will be back soon."

"What is the princess doing?" another prostitute asked.

Princess Jiu Li rarely takes the initiative to find Lu Daren.

Although they do not dare to disturb Lu Daren at home, it is okay if it is conveyed by Princess Jiuli.

Princess Jiuli squinted at the light.

"No, it's okay." She shook her head and said, and paused. "I thought I hadn't seen him for a few days."

Although the two did not deal with a lot of people, but Lu Yunqi always came home to see her.

Suddenly not coming, is there something wrong?

Princess Jiuli got up and walked out under the eaves.

He didn't like this home, didn't take it here, and even used it as her home, and he was just a guest.

So what is it for him to make this home, and return on time every day?

There must be something wrong outside. Mr. Gu’s communication with her has been stopped for several days. It must be the news that Lu Yunqi does not want her to know.

In fact, there is news that she cares, and the outside world has no connection with her.

If not, then the girl.....

Princess Jiuli’s brow wrinkled and looked into the deep courtyard.

Did the girl have an accident?

In fact, the girl did not care with her, she just inexplicably hope that the girl can be free and comfortable, awkwardly alive.

Although it is the life of others, but she can see that someone is alive, she is still very happy.

The night pearl was covered, and the soft light of the room gradually disappeared and fell into a darkness.

"Tomorrow I will come back earlier and bring you the duck head in the East Street." Lu Yunqi said, sitting down in bed, seriously pressing the arm of Miss Jun to relieve the pain of being tied.

Miss Jun did not seem to fall asleep.

"Have you ever eaten?" Lu Yunqi paused and asked.

The answer to him is still silence.

Lu Yunqi gently turned her side to her side and pressed her legs.

"Is Cher in your hands?" he asked suddenly.

He also knows.

He definitely knows.

The death of Binger is definitely not a disease.

At this time, she should subconsciously refute a sentence without knowing what you said, but the more correct way is to say nothing.

However, for Lu Yunqi, what reaction does not matter.

"Nine-nine, those are useless." He continued, "only hurt yourself."

"Even if I don't dare to hurt, what is the qualification to hurt others." Miss Jun said faintly.

She finally spoke, and Lu Yunqi was silent. He lay down and snuggled on her side as usual.

Miss Jun squinted in the darkness, I don’t know how long it took, and the hands that were tied together in front of me were moving slightly.

The wrists are very strong, and the hands are tight enough to hold together the slightest friction. This action has no threat and can be neglected.

Lu Yunqi, who is resting on her hand, sleeps heavily.

Miss Jun slowly rubbed her hands and felt the roughness of her hands.

Although Junyi’s parents are both dead, it’s true that they are pampered, a pair of small hands are white and soft, but since they became nine years old, they have piled up piles, made medicines, etc., and her hands are now full of layers. Thin.

This thinness is her hard-working testimony and a layer of protection.

"Our body is very fragile and very powerful. The layers of small skin also contain weapons of murder."

Master once said vaguely that he was tearing a piece of chicken skin on the rock and chewing its soft meat.

"However, you don't have to listen to these scary stories about this golden branch."

He said and looked at her again.

"But who is right?"

Who is right? What he said is true.

She slowly rubbed her hand and felt the traces of a slender needle that gradually emerged under her scorpion.

The night of the winter is bright, but the guests who take the medicine to take medicine are not divided into the morning and evening. The door panel of the nine-year-old hall has just been unloaded in the morning mist, and someone has come in.

This is a well-dressed family.

"Miss Jun is not here?" he asked respectfully, and his eyes were already in the hall.

"Miss Jun is not there," said the store buddy. "Do you want to take medicine?"

The family is somewhat disappointed and curious.

"Miss Jun is not here yet? Is Miss Jun not coming back?" he asked.

“Yangcheng’s family has something to do.” Chen Qi came out from the inside and replied casually when he heard this sentence. “You don’t have to look for her, she doesn’t go to the doctor, it’s the same.”

That is also true, the family Ding smiled, handed the prescription, the store buddy took over the medicine.

“I heard that Miss Yang’s Yangcheng’s family is in the family?” Jia Ding looked at Chen Qi.

Chen Qi coughed.

"That is something that someone else's family doesn't say," he said.

Even if you don't say the outside, it spreads. After all, Deshengchang is also a big money house in the capital. The places where money is involved are well known.

Jia Ding already knows the answer, especially seeing the joy of hiding in Chen Qi’s eyes.

Miss Jinxiu, the accountant of Jiulingtang, also got a share this time. It is better to have a Jinshan as an account.

"The seven masters can make a fortune later, marry the past and eat and drink, and be their own treasurer." Jia Ding smiled and complimented.

Chen Qi haha ​​smiled, smiled and reacted fiercely.

"What is nonsense? Who is married? Who is it to marry?" He blinked, not waving his hand, "rolling."

Jia Ding smiled and took the good medicine and ran away.

Chen Qi stood in the door with a little bit of shame and watched the pair of officers and men on the street galloping past, disturbing the silence of the morning.

"What happened again? How have you been rushing in the past few days?"

"There are still many officials whose homes are surrounded and checked."

The people on the street whispered inquiries.

"You still don't know?" Someone said with a wink, "The national plot is against."

The street suddenly sounded exclaimed, and immediately became a noisy.

"…actually…"

"How can this be…"

"How is it impossible? It is said that the military merits of Cheng Guogong are all fake..."

"This is possible, such as the merits of the previous paragraph, it was originally Miss Nine Lingtang..."

"Yes, who was not sure about it before."

".. I really didn't think... Did the man catch it?"

"...the family is running...has already been wanted..."

"...I didn't expect it..."

Chen Qi only felt annoyed and turned around and entered the door.

"I didn't expect to think about it, what can you think of?" He was not angry.

However, he sighed again and looked back at the other team on the street. He was so violently arrested, and he was charged with rebellion. He did not know if he could escape.

Where can you escape from the earth? Escape for a lifetime? Is this the end of the hero?

Chen Qi stood in the nine-year-old hall and only felt cold and windy behind him.

At this time, Yangcheng Deshengchang, warm as spring, wearing a homely thin robe, lazily leaning on the lounge chair and leaning on his legs, eating crystal pears, Fang Chengyu sat up with joy.

"Really? That's great." He looked at his eyes with a smile. "There was something to do."

The high treasurer is speechless. Although the busy and noisy outside can be heard through the doors and windows, the division has caused countless things to make this section of Deshengchang busy, and the young master said nothing to do.

Also, what is too good for a public swindle?

The adult squad is only afraid to be implicated in Miss Jun, and the involvement of Miss Jun is implicated in Deshengchang’s family.

I am afraid that things will be more ruined.

I really don't understand what young people think.

"There is finally a place to spend money." Fang Chengyu smashed his hand, his smiling eyes sparkling, seemingly excited and seemingly chilly, "this kind of money should be used like this."