"It's over now, it's over..."

In the hall, Master Zhou was pacing back and forth while thinking about it. The maidservants sitting on their knees in the corridor looked blank, without the slightest surprise or fear, because Master Zhou had been saying these words for nearly four or five days, and they were already numb even if they were afraid.

Already.

"I told you not to follow me and write the memorial. You insisted on writing it and you still spoke plausibly. Now it's better. God is helping him." Mrs. Zhou said while wiping her tears.

"How could God help him?" Mr. Zhou frowned and said, pacing, "That shouldn't be the case. My Jiaojiao is God's own child..."

Mrs. Zhou sighed.

"Don't worry about your Jiaojiao. If she disobeys His Majesty and doesn't die this time, she is already regarded as God's own child." She said, thinking about Liu Lang, she felt sad again and called my son, "How can this be so good?"

, is it possible that we really have to be driven to Nanzhou to quell the chaos, that would be really fatal..."

While talking, he cried loudly, and while crying, he asked Liu Lang again.

The girl outside the door is making love.

"Sixth Young Master is out," they said.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Zhou asked immediately when she noticed something was wrong.

"I'm going to Mrs. Cheng's place," the girls whispered.

"I'm really going to be killed by that woman. This is a lifetime of injustice. My Zhou family..."

In the hall, Mr. Zhou's reciting could no longer be heard, and Mrs. Zhou's crying could be heard.

"Where have you been?"

At this time, in Cheng Jiaoniang's house in Yudaiqiao, Zhou Lang looked at Cheng Jiaoniang who had just entered the door and shouted angrily.

"Is something wrong?" Cheng Jiaoniang didn't answer, but asked while taking off the power fence.

"Pack your things and follow me back to Shaanzhou." Liu Lang said.

Banqin and the little girls and boys in the yard all looked at him in surprise.

Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained calm.

"Run away when something happens?" she said, looking at Liu Lang, "Are you really a soldier?"

Saturday Lang snorted.

"Avoiding the edge is also a tactic. How can it be called cowardice?" he said.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.

"That's right, sharp edges can only be avoided by others, not others." She said, raising her hand to stop Liu Lang who was still talking, "How is your archery skills?"

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, then snorted and raised his head without bothering to answer.

"If you can trust your archery skills," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

What does it mean that you can trust your archery skills?

This stinky woman always humiliates people whenever she speaks! Zhou Lang glared, but before he could speak, Cheng Jiaoniang's next words reached his ears.

“…..I’m asking you to do a favor…”

Please do me a favor...

Please do me a favor!

Zhou Lang suddenly felt hot all over. What did she say? Please, help me!

She finally saw herself, finally allowed herself to help, and finally...those people were gone, so she had no one else to help.

Liu Lang lowered his head and rejoiced in the boiling and sour brew. The taste was really...

"How can I help you?" he asked in a low voice.

"Follow me." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I want to see if you dare first."

What?

Zhou Lang snorted and raised his head, watching the woman walking towards the backyard.

He curled his lips, raised his head, and followed in a swaggering manner.

After Qin Shisanlang dismounted, he did not go straight to the Immortal Residence as usual. Instead, he raised his head and glanced at the Cailou, and then looked around.

There are restaurants on the left and right, and they are all full and very lively at this time when the meal is approaching. Because the weather is getting colder, more and more people are enjoying themselves. Looking from the window, every restaurant is steaming, like a fairyland.

.

Qin Shisanlang's eyes turned back to Shenxianju. Shenxianju was as quiet as before, but the quietness was still different from before.

"It's really weird, there are a lot less customers." Shopkeeper Wu said, looking through the account books, "That shouldn't be the case, haven't the boss's affairs been settled..."

"Taipingju is not bad," the maid said.

Seeing Qin Shisanlang walking in, the two of them hurriedly greeted him with salutes.

"Taiping Residence is okay because the audience is different." Qin Shisanlang said, "Taiping residents go there a lot, and when they see your boss awarding rewards, they all think the matter is settled, but Shenxian Residence is different, everyone comes

High officials and powerful people, for them..."

Qin Shisanlang did not say any more, but shook his head.

For them, they could see the situation in the Qing Dynasty and the Maoyuan Mountain Incident, which seemed to be a victory but was actually in danger.

"It's okay." The maid smiled, "We still don't know the outcome."

"It seems that luck is not with your wife this time." Qin Shisanlang said, frowning slightly.

This time it was beyond his expectations. No one expected that the northwest would encounter war at this time, even if it was as late as a month.

It is true that fate is not as good as fate, and time is also destiny.

The maid chuckled and closed the account book in her hand.

"My wife never relies on luck." She smiled.

Qin Shisanlang looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"What has your wife been busy with lately? Why is she always away from home?" he asked.

The maid pursed her lips and smiled.

"My wife has prepared a big gift for you," she said.

A big gift?

Qin Shisanlang was thoughtful and gave gifts again, just like when the brothers from Maoyuan Mountain left Beijing for the northwest?

That's really worth looking forward to.

……………………………………………

The eldest prince put down the memorial in his hand and looked at the emperor who, after a few cases, put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

"Father, tomorrow is your birthday." He said, "It's better to rest early."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Prince Jin'an also said, "I have been working hard for many days, and there is no rush now."

The emperor smiled and opened his eyes.

"Yes, it just so happens that on my birthday, the Thief King of the West wants to give me a big gift," he said.

The emperor was smiling, but the cold anger and hatred in his eyes were undisguised.

How to comfort this?

There must be examples in the classics and history books. The eldest prince searched quickly in his mind.

"How can I not say that it is really a great gift." Prince Jin'an said, "Your Majesty dared to wear armor when he was only five years old. What can a mere Western thief king do to Your Majesty?"

The emperor looked at him, and the young man raised his head, with a bit of pride and high spirits, and immediately smiled, this time he really smiled.

"This matter is my fault. I shouldn't mention it, let alone feel proud of it," he said.

But Prince Jin'an still looked envious and proud.

"You can't say it in front of others, but if you want to be reprimanded by the courtiers, the weapon will be..." The emperor smiled and did not mean to be angry because of the disobedience of Prince Jin'an.

When these words reached the ears of the eldest prince, his eyes lit up.

"...The saint had to do it as a last resort!" He immediately answered.

At the beginning, several important ministers pointed at the little emperor's nose and spat out curses for a whole day. Although decades had passed, the emperor still remembered it clearly. At this time, the eldest prince suddenly called him out, and the emperor's face froze.

The palace became eerily quiet.

What happened?

The eldest prince was a little stunned and confused. He didn't know what to say, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Your Majesty, this is quite interesting. I didn't know about it until now."

The prince of Jin'an County suddenly said with a sigh, breaking the stagnation in the room.

"What do you know?" the emperor asked.
To be continued...