Chapter 839

In the evening, after everyone washed, Bai Shan and man Bao involuntarily ran to the study to find a Shuowen Jiezi to ponder, and Bai Erlang also came quietly.

The three people gathered together and whispered. Bai Shan and Bai Erlang both felt that it was powerful to write a text that only they could understand. Man Bao felt the same way, so even if she didn't have to worry about others peeking at her Notepad, she came to study it together.

Bai Erlang asked them, "you haven't told me when you will become enemies with the Yizhou palace."

Bai Shan said, "anyway, it's revenge. You'll stay away from their house in the future."

Bai Erlang said silently, "it's as if I want to be closer to their house. My family has no power and can't fight with the king's house."

Bai Shan and man Bao thought about it and stopped worrying about him.

After reading Shuowen Jiezi for a long time, they couldn't think of a good way, so they decided to go back to the house to sleep... Of course, it's impossible.

Man Bao hid in the system and went to class. By the way, she looked at the points of the new income. She counted and found that there were three kinds of plants without entries. The last time she entered the mountain, she obtained 1238 points, and Keke only drew 5%.

Man Bao sighed, "it's too little. Why don't you smoke more? I don't mind if you smoke 50% at a time. "

Koko ignored her. When it drew points from her for the first time, who sat on the stool for a long time to relax? It thinks the host is good at everything, but it is impatient. Except reading and learning, everything else wants to be done overnight. If it can't be done, take your time.

Man Bao was really unwilling to take his time, so he got up early in the morning and urged Zhou Silang to sell the flowers.

As soon as Zhou Silang thought that he would sell the flowers to his enemy, who was still a prince, he couldn't help but feel guilty, short of breath and hesitated to go.

When Zhou Lijun saw it, he couldn't help rolling his sleeve and going out, "I'll come."

Man Bao gave Zhou Lijun a thumbs up and said, "I'll go with you."

Yaomei and niece have gone. Of course, Zhou sirang can't help following. He can only follow with a sigh.

Man Bao said to him as he walked, "fourth brother, what are you guilty of? If you think about it, he is our enemy. He sells them the flowers that are useless. After making money, we can buy delicious food, shops and all kinds of things. After the day, when the enemy knows, will he be angry?"

"I don't know if he will be angry, but I think we may be killed by him," Lang said on Thursday

Zhou Lijun said to man Bao, "sister-in-law, the fourth uncle is too timid. I'd better find the sixth uncle for this kind of thing in the future."

Man Bao remembered Zhou LIULANG and asked, "I haven't seen brother six for days. Doesn't he go home now?"

"What do you live in? He's very busy now," Lang suddenly remembered on Thursday. "By the way, man Bao, Lijun and I will go home for farming in a few days. You have to be careful here. Don't provoke enemies if you have nothing to do. Go to Lao Liu if you have something to do, you know?"

"You can rest assured when you know the fourth brother."

Zhou Silang was not at all relieved, because he suddenly found that man Bao's courage was not ordinary, but special.

At the side door of Yizhou palace, Zhou Silang wanted to stay away and put down the flowerpot he held in his arms, but man Bao didn't. She stood opposite the side door of the palace and stared at it.

The servant of the royal residence who was guarding and patrolling outside the side door looked at them. Seeing that they didn't leave, he stared at them again. Even Zhou Lijun lowered his head somewhat guilty. Man baoleng was looking at others.

The servant couldn't help but look at manbao again, and then he looked at the flowerpot held in Zhou Silang's arms.

He thought for a moment, talked to the servant next to him, and then pushed the door in.

After a while, a steward came out and took people to manbao. He looked down at the peony in their arms and asked, "why do you stay outside our palace..."

Zhou Silang hurriedly took a step in front of man Bao and Zhou Lijun and said with a smile: "this steward is good. We heard that the princess loves peonies, so we have beautiful peonies in our hands and want to sell them to the princess. We don't know whether the princess likes them or not."

The steward frowned, "sell?"

"Yes," said Thursdays Lang, who didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After the first sentence was said, the following words became easier to say. He bowed down and introduced with a smile, "our pot of white peonies has been cultivated with great effort. There is only one pot in the city of quanyizhou, which is noble and pure and most suitable for the princess."

The words were very nice, but the steward didn't see a smile. He glanced at the peony in their hands and asked expressionless, "is it selling, not offering?"

"Ah?" Zhou Silang was stunned and looked back at man Bao.

Man Bao coughed softly and came out from behind Zhou Silang and said, "my Lord, our family is a small people. Who is qualified to offer something to the princess? I dare to sell things to people like adults, and then adults will send them. "

They have nothing to ask the princess. What do you offer?

Offering flowers to the princess, isn't that meat steamed stuffed bun beating the dog, there is no return?

The steward, like a human spirit, naturally heard man Bao's meaning. He looked at man Bao in surprise. Seeing her simple cotton clothes, he took back his eyes and stared at the white peony again.

He thought for a moment, nodded after half a ring, "all right, give me the flowers."

Then he took out a purse from his sleeve and threw it to man Bao. He waved to someone to pick up the flowers in her hand.

Man Bao was surprised. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold the flowerpot, looked up at his eyes and said with a smile: "my Lord, this flower pot is priced at 800 Liang in the flower market. Today, we hit it off with adults, so let's take an auspicious number and give them 600 Liang."

The steward didn't expect that man Bao dared to make an offer with him. He was angry and said with a smile: "six hundred liang? Are you crazy about money? "

Man Bao returned the money bag to him and said with a smile, "it seems that adults have no fate with this potted flower."

The management bag threw away the money bag, sneering, "is there a fate that you has the final say?"

With a slight nod, the servant who followed him came forward and surrounded the three.

Zhou Silang protected man Bao and Zhou Lijun behind him and almost threw the flowerpot out of his hand, but he thought it might be worth 600 Liang and was reluctant. His legs trembled a little. He knew he shouldn't come.

What makes the enemy's money? Is it easy to make the enemy's money that can kill without blinking?