"Brother Jie, stop laughing, you won't be able to take care of yourself anymore if you smile at the other person."

Seeing that Mi Nianying had forgotten her sister and would soon forget who she was, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but push Liao Wenjie's shoulder to ask him to calm down.

Why flirt if you don’t marry?

It's better to give the opportunity to bachelors like him and Wencai, and then compete fairly between the two of them.

Speaking of literary talents, Qiu Sheng lowered his head and looked under the table. Don't be greedy when drinking. This is a bloody lesson.

"I know about your brother-in-law. Wait a moment, I will change my clothes and go with you."

Mi Nianying's sister Mi Qilian was Uncle Jiu's old lover. Because of one reason or another, the two did not get together. Mi Qilian chose him instead, and now she is the wife of a warlord leader.

The warlord's surname was Long, and he was known as Marshal Long. He was originally an ordinary-looking second generation ancestor. When he first started, he only had three guns and four people. He had bad luck and killed all the powerful ones. Then he became the most powerful.

of.

Although people are not good people, and birds are not good birds either, Marshal Long really has nothing to say about Michelian. He loves her very much and has not taken in his concubine so far.

For women, this kind of man is a good husband.

In just a few minutes, before Mi Nianying could see enough of the beauty, Uncle Jiu had changed into clothes, a tuxedo, a civilized stick, big leather shoes, and even combed his hair.

With this appearance, it would not be unjust if the commander killed him on the spot.

Mi Nianying didn't care what Uncle Jiu was wearing. In fact, she didn't take Uncle Jiu seriously. She was sure that Liao Wenjie would also go with him, so she Shi Shiran led the way.

The special car from the Marshal's Mansion had arrived and stopped in front of Yizhuang. Wencai was still lying under the table. Uncle Jiu was eager to see his old lover and was too lazy to sober up Wencai. When he went out, he hung up the door lock and decided that Wencai and Sihei would be together today.

Guard the house together.

…

At the end of the three-hour drive, several people arrived at their destination, the Marshal's Mansion. Soldiers stood guard with guns, and the security was barely tight. After confirming that it was the Marshal's sister-in-law who personally led the way, the gate was opened to let in the three unfamiliar faces.

A few days ago, Dashuai Long was bitten by something unknown and became ill. His hands and feet became stiff at first, and then his nails grew longer. He always wanted to find something to insert them into.

For an upright warlord leader in his prime, there were too many people who secretly cared about his life. Getting sick was something that could only be considered a big deal. Marshal Long hid it, except for the Michelin sisters, and even his trusted adjutants.

Dare to tell.

"Brother-in-law, I have invited back the master that my sister calls me."

Mi Nianying walked quickly to Marshal Long, turning back three times with each step, never forgetting Liao Wenjie.

"What kind of master is he..."

Seeing clearly that the person coming was Uncle Jiu, Marshal Long immediately became vigilant, his hands and feet twitched uncontrollably, and he trembled: "I'm not sick, tell this master to get out of here, don't delay my meal."

"Brother-in-law, if you are sick or not, let an expert take a look first. Your body is yours. If something happens to you, what will happen to my sister and the child in her belly?"

"That's the truth..."

Long Dashuai blinked. If he was gone, his beloved wife might remarry with a big belly. By then, the guy who took over would definitely live in his house, spend his money, sleep with his wife, and still sleep with him.

His baby.

No, this disease needs to be treated and treated well!

But then again, the guy who takes over is most likely Uncle Jiu. If he is asked to treat it, wouldn't it be fast forward to playing the suona directly?

Marshal Long looked disgusted and unwilling.

Liao Wenjie looked at the handsome man. He was not ordinary in appearance, but he was very distinctive. He looked a bit like the security captain Ah Wei.

But this is not the key. The key is that his face is bloodless, his eye sockets are dark, and his lips are blue and white. He looks like he is terminally ill and will die at any time.

Especially the nails on his hands and fingers are thin and long, with a hint of metallic luster.

Don't think about it, you've been poisoned by corpse poison.

Professional counterpart, Uncle Jiu could tell at a glance what was wrong with Dashuai Long. He didn't say much nonsense and just waited there. If Dashuai Long didn't want to see him for medical treatment, he promised to turn around and leave.

"You three, please sit down first. My brother-in-law and I will have a few words."

Mi Nianying asked the chef to watch the table. It happened to be time for dinner, so she asked the cook to add three sets of tableware.

Long Dashuai doesn't like cooked food recently, so today Dashuai's house ate sashimi, neon food, especially mustard, which is absolutely authentic.

Liao Wenjie glanced at it and lost interest. Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng had never eaten sashimi before, so they took a few bites out of curiosity.

Although I thought it was quite weird to eat it raw, it tasted very good. In line with the exotic customs and the rare opportunity, I ate this whole plate of sashimi with just a few chopsticks.

In the end, there was only a lump of green mustard left.

"Master, this thing doesn't taste good at first glance, should I do it?" Qiu Sheng licked his face and said with a smile.

"This is wasabi. If you eat sashimi alone without wasabi or soy sauce, it will be difficult to swallow." Liao Wenjie explained kindly.

"I understand, this piece is the essence."

Qiu Sheng nodded with a smile, but still not finished, he picked up the chopsticks and asked for the CD.

"Um?!"

"You are the master, you invite me first."

"That's pretty much it!"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly. He actually didn't want to eat it, but Qiu Sheng was so unruly that he forgot to respect his teacher and respect his teachings even if he put a little temptation in front of him. If he gets what he wants today, will he not be able to go to heaven in the future?

The rules cannot be broken, and the etiquette cannot be discarded. Today, in order to teach Qiusheng a lesson, he smiled and accepted this... I don’t know what kind of dipping sauce it is.

Under Liao Wenjie's expectant gaze, Uncle Jiu swallowed a large piece of mustard in one gulp. In the blink of an eye, his skull cavity became clear, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted due to stimulation, and his saliva and tears were mixed together. He was in an indescribable embarrassment.

"Master, is it so delicious? You're even crying." Qiu Sheng looked envious and swallowed subconsciously.

"Okay, it's delicious. When I go back... I'll give you... and Wencai... a share..."

Uncle Jiu burst into tears, it was so delicious that his tongue was shaking. When Qiu Sheng saw this, he was even more excited.

He thought about the benefits of hard work. Only those who work are entitled to reap the benefits. If a literary talent does not work or contribute, why should he eat delicious food? That share belongs to him.

Liao Wenjie was speechless repeatedly. He was indeed the ninth uncle. His majesty was still the same, and his face-saving temper was still the same as before.

Just as he was snickering, a maid outside the door supported the handsome lady and walked in.

The former has black hair and a shawl, covering half of her face. She does not apply makeup, and her still appearance is slightly sinister. The latter is a beautiful woman. She is dressed in luxurious clothes and decorated with jewels. Because she has been pregnant for ten months, she has a mature and plump figure, with a hint of motherhood.

brilliance.

"It's...Lian, Sister Lian...is here."

Uncle Jiu stood up, his face turned red, and stood in front of Michelian without saying anything, wiping his tears.

Michelle looked embarrassed. She knew that Uncle Jiu was someone who missed old relationships, but her husband was still present and it was a bit inappropriate for Uncle Jiu to have such an intense emotional outburst.

In order to avoid suspicion, Michelian did not dare to say anything and asked Uncle Jiu to cure Marshal Long's illness.

"You... don't worry, this matter is taken care of by me."

Uncle Jiu was a little reluctant at first, but as soon as Michelian opened his mouth, he immediately forgot about his dissatisfaction with Marshal Long.

Over there, Mi Nianying talked hard and finally got Dashuai Long to agree to let Uncle Jiu see a doctor for him. The two men finished a painless conversation with dark faces, and Uncle Jiu asked to go to the Long family ancestral hall to see Dashuai Long.

My father died just half a year ago.

…

Marshal Long took a team of guards with him and headed towards the Long family ancestral hall two miles away. As a warlord, he originally had a tall horse to support the scene. However, last night, his hands were itchy and he couldn't help but put his horse on his back.

Damn it.

Some details were insignificant. Marshal Long didn't want to talk about his scandal, and Uncle Ninth didn't think about it either. During the walk, he saw clearly the feng shui around the Long family's ancestral home and made up his mind.

"Facing the sea, with mountains behind it, the sea breeze brings moisture and is blocked by the mountains. When it encounters cold winds, it will rain. In Feng Shui, this pattern is called the Immortal Splashing Water."

Uncle Jiu said: "This pattern has good and bad aspects. The pros are good fortune, good fortune and abundant financial resources. The bad ones are miasma that hurts people and livestock, causing disasters and diseases."

Dashuai Long snorted a few times. He knew that Uncle Jiu was a capable Taoist priest, so it was not surprising that he could see through Feng Shui.

"There is another bad thing about the immortal splashing water. People from the Fanlong family must not be buried in the ground after death. If the coffin touches the ground, it will be unlucky for the whole family..."

In front of the ancestral hall, Uncle Jiu saw that Marshal Long did not respond, so he said: "If I am not wrong, the placement of the coffins in the ancestral hall must be particular."

"Hmph, you're lucky, you got it all right."

Marshal Long waved his hand and ordered someone to open the door of the ancestral hall. Without letting the guards follow him, he walked in with Uncle Jiu and the others.

In the early years, the Long Family Ancestral Hall was instructed by a Feng Shui master. It was filled with plain silk, the coffins were suspended in the air and supported by brackets, and the four floor-to-ground pillars were soaked in gold basins. It was foolproof.

Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly, saw the rope of a coffin on the left was broken, and the coffin was lying in a corner, he frowned and said: "Commander, which ancestor is this?"

"My dad."

"Oops, your dad turned into a zombie."

"..."

Dashuai Long's eyelids twitched, trying to read something from Uncle Jiu's face. If there was any insult, he would draw his gun and kill him.

However, no, Uncle Jiu was serious and said that he was an honest person who spoke straightforwardly and did not know how to beat around the bush.

"You turned into a zombie just because you said you would. That would be so shameless for my father." Marshal Long shouted at the top of his voice to call several guards in, and he was about to open the coffin and examine his father on the spot.
To be continued...