MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-v2 Chapter 145 Book

The black leader also came in, and the yin said: "I read one sentence, you write one."

I sighed in my heart: This guy is quite awkward, actually let me dictate, this is my wishful thinking is not finished?

The leader of the black dress said: "Master, my son and I have been caught by several heroes. Please pay 50,000 yuan in three days as a reward. We can return without any problems."

This guy... I scorned him indignantly. This shameless words reminded me of my son, and the text is not so thick! What heroes will come to catch us? Are we a thief in the rivers and lakes? What is the reward for this, the ransom is a ransom, dare to do it? Could it be that you have caught our reward?

When Tang Xiaoyuan saw what I had said, I explained the dumbness to me. I said to the black man in angrily: "When I was in the middle of the government, the documents of the masters were also handled by me. If I look at such a shallow, no one believes me. written."

The black-collar leader saw me criticizing his literary talents, but he was still eager to get angry. He yelled at me: "How do you write about how to write, and then smash your relationship, you can’t be a rabbit, see if your lord still wants you. !"

Rabbit... This guy is too hurtful to talk.

Tang Xiaoyuan looked at me strangely: "Rabbit, how do you know that he is a rabbit?"

I also looked at the black leader with anger.

The black-collar leader smiled very disdainfully, quite a bit like the world. "As he is, what else can he do besides the rabbit?"

I almost vomited blood, I really want to protest this argument that hurts my logic too much, but I think that the scholars can meet the soldiers, and the old sayings that can't be explained clearly, what can I say to a kidnapper?

What's more, next to Tang Xiaoyuan, instead of thinking that his colleague's logic is problematic, he agrees to take the lead and look at me thoughtfully. I think that he was a little bit interested in me at first, knowing that I am not a woman who has been very depressed, just hit A chill, for fear that he was inspired, suddenly figured out, decided to abandon the dark cast, go to the comrades army, that I am still in their hands is not bad?

So, take this topic quickly.

I confessed to the paper and ink, and wrote the best of the kidnappers. This is my Tibetan poetry, password, and useless. How can it be good?

After thinking about it, I had to use my signature on the signature to draw a non-character ghost painting that was suspected of being a lotus flower.

Dry the ink and hand it to the black leader. He looked at me in disbelief and took it for a long time. He handed it to Tang Xiaoyuan on the other side: "Give, look."

Tang Xiaoyuan took it very uninterested and said, "Look at it, it recognizes me, I don't recognize it... Hey, is this your name, how do you look like a flower, what is your name?"

I once again rushed to vomit blood: I knew that these two people are illiterate, why should I be so careful!

To tell the truth, there are quite a lot of illiterate people in this era, but there are few people dealing with me. These two are mixed rivers and lakes. It is not strange to be illiterate. Who will take this road? In martial arts novels, especially in Liang Yusheng's martial arts novels, heroes are both poets, and the names are poems. It is really a literati's fantasy. We grew up watching these books grow up, but we believe that it is true.

Looking at these two heroes, I can't help but feel the importance of universal compulsory education.

"That is the flower that I have always gone to the account of the bank, and they know that it is really what I wrote." I raised my head slightly and said with a professional tone.

The two illiterate Chinese and middle peasants who did not know how to do it nodded involuntarily.

Everyone really believes in convincing professionals.

My signature even Tang Xiaoyuan can see that it is a flower - although it is not always possible to see what the flowers are, my handwriting is also known as the white wind - there are several "original traces" there, let the songs understand Who should I be without difficulty?

Now, as long as you hope that Qu Baifeng does not wander around, it is better to stay at home, or else the messenger will come back and say that the Qu family is inexplicable, saying that their family has not lost any young masters, but we are miserable.

I thought about it and decided that if I really encountered such a situation, I would start acting and let them believe that the young master of the song family (poorly white wind, had to sacrifice you once) wanted to take over the production, deliberately to kill us the young master. Fudge, these two illiterates should not be too problematic?

Think about it this way, the mind is big.

The two illiterate happily took my letter and left, and left the emperor to solve the dumb hole. It is estimated that it is deep in the village, and we are not afraid of calling.

I took the little emperor in my arms. On these two days, the child really suffered, and lost a circle, but the color of perseverance is even worse. It seems to be a promising good boy.

The little emperor lingered in my arms and asked in a low inaudible whisper: "Zhang Aiqing, what does the Qujia do?"

I also whispered: "It is the aunt's mother's family, and the young master of his family knows that the most intelligent person wants to handle this matter."

The little emperor "oh", no longer talking, but his face was a little depressed. Half a day, he whispered again: "Zhang Aiqing, you are always protecting you, it is really useless."

I laughed: "The emperor is still a child. This is the duty of the people, and the emperor is big, you can protect the subjects of the world."

The little emperor gently "hmm", and turned his head into my arms, like a puppy. My mother was suddenly overwhelmed, and he was stunned and armed with arms around him.

The child is also heavy, I almost can't hold it.

He arched into my neck, my hair was so tickle that I couldn't help but laugh, and I felt a little numb.

The little emperor put his mouth in my ear and whispered, "What do you mean by Zhang Aiqing, Rabbit?" Breathing sprayed into my ear.

My face brushed a rare red.

Pushing the little emperor away, I blushed and said, "That is what the monks said, and the emperor quickly forgot."

The little emperor's eyes stared at me. I don't know if he knows Zhang Qinglian's relationship with his emperor. He is really dead.

In the evening I slept with the little emperor.

I slept soundly, dreaming of playing chess with Koi in the government. Whoever lost is going to make a dish. As a result, Koi lost, and his face was red, indicating that he would not cook. I happily teased him and suddenly felt it. A pain in the neck, caught by people, opened his eyes and looked at it, is a strange Jurassic.

"The Tang Tan Lord asked you to ask questions." Luo said coldly.

I was taken aback: what do you ask in the middle of the night? It’s just that things are not so fast.

The little emperor was awakened. When he saw this situation, he angered: "Quickly let him go!" It was about to be beaten up, but unfortunately, he was kicked aside.

I was taken aback and said, "You don't hurt him."

I was mentioned and I heard the cry of the little emperor all the way.

I was mentioned in a room. From the furnishings, it was Tang Xiaoyuan’s bedroom. I didn’t feel amazed, I wouldn’t be a good spirit, but I really want to open it.