Chapter 921

Jingyue smiled: "uncle, Jingyue has been out of the control of the king of Jin."

"Should I feel sorry for you or sorry?"

The warm rice wine seemed to be a hot line flowing down slowly.

This kind of rice wine less than 10 degrees can be frozen in summer and boiled with ginger in winter. It is a good drink.

"Joy, of course."

Jingyue said happily, "uncle, Jingyue has opened a powder shop in Beiping. If Mrs. Bo goes to visit, Jingyue will be very welcome."

How could she get rid of Zhu Jiyu's control?

Moreover, Zhu gaosui was cheated by her, and it was illogical to watch her open a shop in Beiping city.

When Jingyue saw Fang Xing meditating, she covered her mouth and hissed, explaining, "uncle, for many years in the Qinhuai River, the little girl has some means to protect her life, and Zhu Jiyu is nothing. As for King Zhao, his old man is porcelain, and the little girl is rough tile, of course he won't hit hard."

"So you took their handle!"

Fang Xing's eyes were deep and dangerous.

Jingyue was not flustered. She said with a smile, "I know very well that if those things are handed over, no matter who they are handed over to, the little girl will die without a burial place. The best outcome is to become the forbidden land of that person. However, if it is uncle, the little girl is as sweet as alcohol."

Said the quiet moon, with a smile, a hundred beauties were born.

Fang woke up and took a look, then bit off a piece of mutton, frowned and said, "when the mutton is cold, it will be roasted again."

Jingyue stayed for a moment, then took the mutton kebab and put it on the grill. Soon a smell of sheep came out.

"Mutton is like this. When it is hot, it smells delicious and people forget their shape. But when it is cold, the smell is unbearable. Even if it is reheated once, the smell of mutton can no longer be eliminated."

Jingyue finally couldn't hold her smiling face. She looked at the burning white charcoal blankly and said faintly: "uncle, someone asked the little girl to say that you can eliminate the fear of the king by making enemies, but what about your children and grandchildren?"

Fang Xing made many enemies: Confucianism, Xun Qi

These forces are formidable, but Fang woke up and turned them into his opponents. He can be called the first person in history.

Fang woke up and said faintly, "since we have entered the world, how can we live happily? The more opponents, the more fun I feel. It's like passing the customs. When I cross these customs one by one, naturally no one in the world will stop the prosperity of Daming!"

Jingyue's face showed the color of worship and said, "Uncle Bo has high aspirations. Jingyue just told me that she has only a heart of worship for uncle Bo and has no invincible intention."

Since ancient times, beautiful women admire heroes. Fang Xing and other idealists with tragic color, like a mantis in a cart, are like a lonely lamp in the night, which can attract countless moths to the fire.

Fang Xing said faintly, "if you have hostility, you can't even enter the front door. The knife won't have any heart to cherish incense and jade. Your bones are cold at the moment."

"Tonight, Fang knew someone would come, but he didn't know whether it was Wen or Wu, but in the end, they coerced women to send messages. It really lost the face of men and Wu Xun!"

Jingyue got up and said, "uncle is generous. Jingyue will repay you with a message."

Fang Xing picked up his glass and said, "you say."

"The little girl has been in the Qinhuai River for many years. Even if she runs away, she still has three or five close friends. Recently, Jingyue got a news that the woman of uncle has lost her father. She is alone in Jinling, surrounded by wolves."

"My woman? Who?!"

Fang woke up surprised and immediately looked cold and asked, "but don't worry?"

Jingyue nodded: "exactly."

"How did her father die?"

Jingyue shook her head and said, "it's an emergency. She went there overnight. However, Jingyue's close friend said that there was some uproar about it. That night, Hu dieI hurt badly and roared all night. He held Mochou's hand and breathed out when it was almost dawn. A monk said that if he saw the light of the sky, he might live a few more years."

"Some people say uncle owes a lot to this, but he has a fierce wife at home and can only leave it outside."

Fang woke up and nodded, "I owe their father and daughter a lot. I'm sorry..."

If it weren't for him, Hu dieI and his daughter were still in a daze at the moment, quietly opening the inn.

Fang Xing doesn't believe the mystical statement in Jingyue's mouth. He slowly puts down his glass and closes his eyes, as if he came to the alley again.

……

"Don't worry about walking by the lake. The spring is full of branches, the flowers are shy and smiling, and the green water is gentle..."

The song is still that song, but the sound is no longer that sound.

Since more than three months ago, the smiling and quiet girl has been missing from Mochou Lake, but the song has been sung and has become a beautiful scenery of Mochou Lake.

In winter, everything in Jinling withers and the alleys are deep.

A winter rain turned the flagstone road in the alley into a wrestling ground. As soon as Liu Ming fell, Chen Mo followed him to a fart pier.

"This damn alley will never come again!"

Chen Mo and Liu Ming helped each other up, then rubbed their hips and complained.

Huangjinlu stood steady. He looked at the immortal house closed not far away, frowned and said, "how did you close the door?"

Chen Mo bared his teeth and said, "boss Huang, if you didn't want to flatter uncle, how could we come to this place? Can't you find a place to eat? It's a big deal. I'll treat you to the first fresh!"

Huangjinlu frowned and said, "what do you know? This family is uncle's old friend, and father and daughter stay alone in Jinling. Let's pass by and write a letter to uncle. At least it can offset the delay on the road."

Chen Mo held the wall slowly forward and said as he walked, "isn't that diarrhea? Can't people get sick?"

Then they went to the door of the immortal house. Liu Ming patted the door, but there was no response inside.

"What's going on?"

As soon as huangjinlu's face was cold, he went next door to ask questions.

Maybe he was too ferocious, so the people next door trembled and didn't dare to take the ten copper coins.

Huangjinlu said impatiently, "if you want to take it, take it. What about you? Where's the immortal house next door?"

The male owner shivered and took the copper money, blinked and said, "that Hu die is dead. Mo Chou has been filial piety at home for three months. He opened the door a few days ago, but there is only one daughter at home. From time to time, some people come to pat the door, and she doesn't dare to go out."

The Golden Foot's eyes shrunk and asked, "how did Hu Die?"

The man shook his head and sighed: "I don't know. The doctor came to see that day and said it was an emergency. Mo Chou didn't cry. He asked her father what he wanted to eat. Finally, he didn't eat anything. He howled all night and went before dawn."

Huangjinlu narrowed his eyes and said, "is there anything unusual? I have a reward if I say it."

At least huangjinlu has documents on his body, and he is not afraid to pretend to be an official.

The man looked suspiciously at the scar on his face, and then said, "a monk came to the door that day. He looked at it and said that if he could stay up until dawn, he could live. Unfortunately, as soon as Hu dieI left his front foot, there was a chicken crowing outside."

Huangjinlu reached out and Liu Ming took out a treasure note.

"Don't run these days, or the whole family will be exiled!"

After the threat of huangjinlu, he went to the immortal house to call the door.

"Miss Mochou, I'm from Peiping, from xinghebo..."