The resistance is effective, the three cobblers are still better than Zhuge Liang.【】
Zhong Qingye looked at Mr. Feng, who was sitting next to his bed with a face full of concentration, and stood beside him like a piece of wood, staring at Yanzi with a black line on his head.
Through the hazy green gauze, you can see the crowds of people coming and going outside. Four stoves and an incense cauldron were lit in the room, which turned March into autumn. Zhong Qingye sat on the soft bed, letting the wind blow.
Jin took the so-called pulse check on herself, and on the verge of tears, she calculated how much money she had lost this time.
The more he calculated, the more he wanted to go crazy, and the more he calculated, the more he wanted to kill people. Zhong Qingye looked nervous and sad.
After about half a cup of tea, Feng Jin finally stopped, and handed over the steaming towel in a very stupid way. Feng Jin politely thanked him, took it and wiped his hands, and then
He looked at her and said: "Qing'er..."
"Shut up!" Before he could say anything, Zhong Qingye shouted, making Yanzi tremble in fright.
"What Qing'er Hong'er? You'd better never mention this messed-up name again!" Zhong Qingye leaned back on the cushion in a very uncultured manner, and his long and thin fingers almost poked Feng Jin's straight and erect penis.
On the nose.
Feng Jin nodded in a good-natured way, like a gentleman: "Then what should I call you?"
"You don't need to address me." Zhong Qingye shrank his fingers: "I'll ask you to answer. You don't need to bother with any extra words."
Feng Jin nodded again, his smile not changing at all: "Okay, what do you want to know?"
"Where is this?"
"The Zhong family's residence in Jingyang City, Northern Qi Dynasty."
"What time?"
"It's the ninth day of the second lunar month in the sixth year of Tianxiang calendar in the Northern Qi Dynasty."
"World pattern?"
"The three kingdoms of Northern Qi, Eastern Shang and Southern Song stood side by side."
"The people in power and the distribution of power?"
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Yan Zi stared at the two people standing there, who were talking fluently back and forth. She didn't know how to react at all for a moment, and turned back outside in a daze. A group of people stood at the door with different expressions, and they didn't even step foot.
Enter.
After finally waiting for Zhong Qingye to finish asking the question, Feng Jin was very considerate and gave him a cup of warm jasmine tea. Unfortunately, someone didn't know how to be grateful at all and slapped him aside.
"Don't you like the smell?" He took the handkerchief Yan Zichen handed over fearfully, and slowly wiped his trousers that were wet with tea.
Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
How did she know there was something in the water? Besides, the man in front of her was abnormally perfect, and his attitude towards others was extremely friendly. Who knew what he was planning in his heart, so for safety's sake, it was better to be vigilant.
Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes and leaned directly on the quilt with his eyes closed to rest. According to the information in the "encyclopedia" just now, this was completely different from the world she knew. At least in her pitiful historical knowledge,
There is no situation where the Southern Song Dynasty, Northern Qi Dynasty and Eastern Shang Dynasty coexist.
However, this cannot be ruled out because she has not paid attention to history at all. In Zhong Qingye's world, only preserving life and making money are the most important. History or learning are not ranked in her eyes.
, those messy histories are collectively called ancient times, and the people there are collectively called ancients. They are all dead anyway, so what else is there to study? The last word is to save lives and make money.
However, if she could foresee that one day she would join the ranks of these ancients, I am afraid that even if she was no longer interested, she would definitely chew up those astringent and bitter ancient books.
Things are unpredictable. Who knew she would be so unlucky?
What a pity for those n amount of property and money!
Jasmine is actually a sensitive word, I feel dizzy....