MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 744 Welcome to the Year

The emperor laughed.

"You said this, it’s been a long time in the past, I really don’t feel so angry." He thought about it and sighed again. "In any case, he had been fighting for the country for so many years, maybe he did it." Not good, let him not be satisfied, as long as he is willing to come back....."

"Your Majesty." Huang Cheng seems to be eager to shout, go forward to salute.

The emperor smiled again.

"Yes, I don't want to talk about it," he said. "The laws and regulations of these countries are left by the ancestors. You can't play."

"His holy light."

This time, Huang Cheng and Ning Yunqi said together and bowed.

"However, I still hope, don't see him again." The emperor smiled and said, looked at Huang Cheng.

This sentence for Ning Yunxiao is in response to his good news, Ning Yunyi also followed the smile.

But for Huang Cheng, it is naturally another meaning.

Yes, Your Majesty, Zhu Shan will definitely not come back alive.

He leaned over and did not speak.

"The snow outside seems to be bigger." The emperor's eyes were full of smiles. "Rui Xue Zhao Fengnian, this year can be a good year."

When it comes to this, I think of what it looks like.

"Follow the disaster prevention, don't let the people affected by the heavy snow be displaced."

Huang Cheng leaned over and gave a gift.

"Your Majesty is relieved," he said, raising his head and smiling. "I want to tell you the good news. Shanxi Deshengchang donated silver and two million for winter snow disaster resettlement, especially the resettlement of the Northland displaced people who have been dispatched to various places." ""

The emperor looked surprised.

"That's really good news." He stood up and said, full of sighs. "This Deshengchang is really a home of goodness."

"Do not bear the inscription of love and love." Huang Cheng said with a smile.

The emperor nodded and raised his hand to signal the insider.

"Come on, come to praise the word for Desheng Chang," he said.

The emperor's gift passed through the growing snow to the Yangcheng Fangjia as quickly as possible.

Fangjia’s firecracker’s gongs and drums were not rested for half a day. Through thick curtains, in the warm spring room, Fang Chengyu looked at the Dahongfu character on the desk with a thick hat, and the emperor’s seal Extraordinarily conspicuous.

The high treasurer also looked at the blessing, but there was no smile on his face.

"Where is this blessing," he murmured. "This is a fate."

He said that he would look to Fang Chengyu.

"Young Master, what did the official said just now, you heard it? What do you say?"

Fang Chengyu looked at himself and did not seem to hear him. The high treasurer had to pull up the voice.

"Oh, what do you say?" Fang Chengyu reached out and took off his hat, then took off his hat and two furry ears, and asked to the high treasurer.

The high treasurer looked at him a little speechless.

I thought that Fang Chengyu was so weak that he was wearing a hat in the house, but he did not expect that he actually intended to block his ears.

That is what the Taiyuan government sent to the emperor to bless the officials, he would not listen to it without saying a word?

"It's too noisy." Fang Chengyu smiled a little. "Moreover, those who are official are saying that they are all that set, just smile and nod."

"Young master, but this nod, it is Bai Wan two silver went out." Gao shopkeeper sighed and said, "It is borrowed, but I think they have no plans to return."

Fang Chengyu snorted.

"No, there is no, it is finally used to resettle the victims, there is no squandering." He said, and looked at the blessings and smiled slightly. "Maybe you can change your auspicious words back."

There is a fart, they are businessmen, they want to make a fortune, they can't make money, and the words given by the gods are nothing but waste paper.

The high shopkeeper looked worried.

"And, recently, those businessmen have borrowed again," he said.

Fang Chengyu snorted.

"Then put it according to the rules." He said carelessly, "I haven't let go."

The interest rate is a common example of the ticket number. The high treasurer is familiar, but he still frowned.

"I think these people are strange," he said. "More importantly, we don't have so much money now."

When I came to separate, the second was to have some money released by the separation, and the amount was not small.

"I am afraid that I will repay the account." He said, "Young master, once the account is reversed, there will be a run, then Deshengchang can be..."

He looked at Fang Chengyu, Fang Chengyu looked deep, and his eyebrows were full of meditation.

He didn't dare to bother, waited for a moment before continuing to ask.

"Young master, what do you think?" he asked.

Fang Chengyu sighed.

"I think the age of nine is still good," he said.

Thinking for a long time, thinking about women? The high treasurer was silent for a while.

Fang Chengyu sat down and sighed again with his hand on his jaw.

"This year is really bad," he said.

The high treasurer also sighed.

"Young Master, how do you think about what you are doing now? To come up with a response, we can still be better this year." He advised.

Fang Chengyu didn't want to shake his head.

"I am in a bad mood and don't want to think about anything else," he said.

Is that something else? That is the big thing that related to Desheng Chang’s life and death. My young master, the high treasurer turned helplessly, this year is really not good.

No matter how good or bad, the pace of the year after entering the twelfth month will be accelerated. Even in the inaccessible land, you can hear the sound of firecrackers from outside.

Strolling on the gravel paved road, listening to the sound of firecrackers coming from afar, Princess Jiuli stopped.

"Would we also play firecrackers?" she said to the prostitute behind her.

For the command of Princess Jiuli, the prostitutes have always listened to them, and they all smiled and nodded.

"Okay, okay," they said.

Someone turned around.

"The slaves come to get the firecrackers," she said.

Princess Jiuli pointed to the front.

"There is a lot of open space over there," she said, as she walked over and walked to a straw shed that looked down. "Is there a straw shed?"

Her voice fell, and she saw a woman coming out of the straw shed. Both of them were shocked.

"I have seen the princess." The woman bowed her head.

"Here is.." asked Princess Jiuli.

"This is a flower shed," the woman replied.

When I heard the words of the flower shed, the face of Princess Jiuli was slightly stunned.

"I have come here," she said, sighing and turning around. "It's too cold, let's go back and play again tomorrow."

The prostitutes are busy with the voice of the Princess Liu Li turned around.

The two prostitutes who were behind looked at each other and looked back at the shed.

"What?" a prostitute whispered.

"This is the flower shed of the nine-nine princess." Another whispered, "The princess is afraid of touching the scene."

The former prostitute was so busy that he couldn’t help but look back and saw that the woman who had walked out of the flower shed could not see it.

“Is there a new flower girl in the flower shed? I have never seen this before,” she said to herself.

"How about changing it." Another prostitute said, "There are new people in the family who have changed old people."

That is to say, the prostitute shrinks his head and stops talking to keep up with the Princess Jiuli in front of him.

"It’s going to be New Year."

Lu Yunqi, who walked down the steps, said, put the food box in his hand down.

Miss Jun watched him carry a food box, which is much larger than the previous one.

Lu Yunqi opened the food box, pulled out a grill, took out a charcoal pot, and took out a partially cooked lamb leg.

"Our habits," he said, laughing at Miss Jun.

She likes to eat roast leg of lamb and likes to bake herself.

Miss Jun looked at the display in front of her, and her expression was still indifferent.

"My habits," she said, "is the habit of me and Master."

Lu Yunqi is skilled at setting up the legs of the sheep.

“Yeah,” he said, “my habit.”

She followed her master's habit, and he followed her to become his habit.

The leg of the lamb and the roast are cooked, bringing it here just a little hot, and soon the fragrance is scattered.

Lu Yunqi put the plate on and picked up the knife.

Miss Jun’s eyes fell on the knife in his hand.

A small dagger, sharply crossed over the leg of the leg and cut a piece of meat.

"You unlock my hand, I eat it myself," she said suddenly.

Now Lu Yunqi will untie her legs and legs, let her move around here, but her hands are always tied.

Lu Yunqi did not look up, focused on the piece of lamb.

"You don't have to hit me with the idea of ​​this knife," he said. "You don't think about it."

He looked up.

"You think that holding these can hurt people you hate, but in fact they will hurt you."

He is right.

She is killing him now, and she will never die.

Even with a few excuses, Lu Yunqi is an indispensable person for the emperor to rely on, and she is the emperor's eyes today.

Just as she killed the emperor in the first place, the knife is bladed, sharp, and it is inevitable to hurt others to hurt others.

Especially in the face of people who are stronger and more dominant than themselves.

Lu Yunqi pinched a piece of lamb and put down the knife to pinch her mouth

"I won't let them hurt you again," he said.

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