189 kill chickens and warn monkeys

In the Pufang Hall in the other courtyard, Qian Yumo leaned lazily at the table and wiped the fan Luo Wener had just thrown over. Extremely careful, as if he was afraid of damaging a little bit, and his tone was also lazy, and even a little careless: "What's wrong?"

"Look at what you have done!" Luo Wener patted the table and looked angrily.

Qian Yumo sighed: "Now that you have a name and a profit, isn't that a good thing? What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"You..." Luo Wener raised her hand and was so angry that she was almost speechless: "But you shouldn't have smashed Tianxiang Tower like that. My money, this month's hard work, has been smashed by you!"

"It's good to smash it all, the old ones won't go, and the new ones won't come..."

"Mo Xi, you and I..."

"Don't spell it. I'm exactly as you said... be realistic. Besides, if it's not true, can those people believe it? And if it's just a little fight, how can you show your ability? Have you seen it? There was really a disturbance today, that is, the one who said that the bone was trampled. If it hadn't been for the scheduled manpower to appear in time, are you sure you can subdue him? When you kick those guys out, won't you look at him? And..."

He took the fan, leaned at the table, ate it in one hand, and raised his eyes diagonally: "I found that you learned quite well from me."

However, the meaningful tone revealed that he still had a trick.

Really, he smiled again: "You must have peeked at me a lot on weekdays!"

"Self-affecate!" Luo Wener gave him a white look and pouted and sat on the chair: "I don't care. Anyway, you smashed everything, and you have to compensate me!"

"Okay, how can I 'compense' you?"

Qian Yumo suddenly came over, and his lips almost touched her face.

Her fire came up again: "Mo Xi, are you still serious?"

"I've always been very serious." Qian Yumo shook the fan with a smile.

"Shake, what are you shaking in winter?"

She suddenly took action, but Qian Yumo moved faster than her.

He sat back in his original position and shook his head while shaking his fan: "I just don't understand, tables, chairs, dishes... Aren't they all my money? I'm not in a hurry. Why are you angry?

"I..." Luo Wen'er was speechy.

Qian Yumo said the truth, but she was unhappy.

Although he bought the things, they are all broken now. If you want to replace them, don't you have to spend money? Today's smash has completely ruined her painstaking efforts since she opened her business. Thinking of the exhaustion during this period, getting up early and late, planning at every step, and the joy of checking out every day... She couldn't help but feel her nose sour.

"Okay, since it has happened, what else do you want it to do? Why don't you think about what you promised me when you asked me to cooperate actively?

Luo Wen'er barely swallowed her tears, stared at him, got up and went to the kitchen.

"Cough," Qian Yumo coughed softly, fiddled with the fan, and said slowly, "If you can satisfy me with this new thing, I may consider buying another set of tables, chairs and dishes..."

There was no need to look back and knew that she smiled, so the corners of his lips couldn't help smiling.

Hu Lun, who had been standing aside, glanced at the happy and light departure figure in an moment, and then looked at the satisfied master who deliberately smashed his silver and had to pay for it, but did not worry at all, and curled his lips.

The recent wind direction is obviously wrong. The master seems to spoil Luo Wener more and more, but the fool is not aware of it at all. He thinks that his little trick is really worth thousands of silver.

However, things in the world are so strange. The person you protect may not take you seriously, but the person who really wants to work for you and almost took his life has been standing here for most of the day, with pain all over his body, and his eyes are dark, and he is clearly there, but people I didn't even look at my family.

What's his life?

Even if there is injustice in the world, isn't it too unfair?

Hu Lun can't help but be full of grief and anger.

They are all Luo Wen'er!

Just like the "accident" I saw last time in Yakeju, although it was deliberately arranged by the master, it is always inevitable that a "protection fee" will be charged for opening a store. Luo Wener doesn't want to hand it over, but she doesn't want to hire a hitter, which is the same as her opinion. The former is afraid of spending money and attracting wolves into the house, while the latter is just afraid that she will be deceived.

In fact, the master is obviously too worried. Hu Lun has now found out that Luo Wener has a lot of ideas. He even suspects that she doesn't understand the master's thoughts, but pretends to be crazy and wants to indulge. Imagine his bad luck and Lang Hao's bad luck during this period, which one has something to do with her? However, she still pretended to be innocent, causing her master's pity to increase day by day.

It's good for this kind of woman not to harm others. Who dares to provoke her?

But the master was worried about something. As a result, Luo Wener was responsible for making a plan, and the master was responsible for contributing, which became her hand.

The two cooperated seamlessly, and then there was this killing of chickens to warn monkeys.

"Monkey" is those villains who are or will be thinking about Tianxianglou, more than the bastards who say that their bones have been trampled and intended to blackmail them.

"Chicken"... is him and a group of big, round-faced and hateful eunuchs he was looking for.

And that group of customers... are "chickens" and "monkeys". Anyway, they blocked the door to prevent them from going out just to watch this good show. And according to Luo Wen'er's words... this is a living free publicity.

What a deceitful and vicious woman!

Hu Lun rubbed his buttocks, looked at the brocade curtain silently in the candlelight, entangled and entangled, and finally limped to Qian Yumo and shouted pitifully: "Master..."

Qian Yumo seemed to have just seen him. He glanced sideways and said slowly, "This is a good job today..."

Hu Lun's tears almost fell out.

It's not bad. When I went to send money to that group of eunuchs today, if they hadn't been injured, I would have been almost beaten.

"I said, General Manager Hu, isn't it just an act? Why is it so heavy? Ouch..."

"Mr. Hu, look at my tooth... It's really falling out. How can I tear the chicken legs in the future?

"What does it mean for you to lose a tooth? Look at my chicken leg... No, my leg. Manager Hu, won't you kick me out of the palace later?"

"I finally understand, General Manager Hu, Liu Sheng did offend you before, but you can't mess with me like this..."

The eunuchs complained, but he, who is usually eloquent, can't explain half a word.

Who has he become?

It's all Luo Wen'er, who said that acting must be "realistic", and the master hinted that if they did a good job, they would be rewarded. These guys were full of energy. And the master was worried that they would be clumsy, lose their minds, or be too involved, hurt Luo Wen'er, and make him have to go deep into it as a point.

So, when Luo Wener was flying around, the master hid upstairs and ate dumplings with a little wine, with a plate of peanuts in his hand. Luo Wener said, and the master hit it. It was really a hundred shots. It made them scream, and even made him black eyes, which was so realistic that it could not be more realistic.

But the eunuchs didn't know whose idea it was, and the master didn't let him say it. As a result, they counted all the accounts on him, causing him to pay the reward, and they came up together and scraped out all the valuable things on him.

He is the general manager of the palace. How can he fool around in front of people in the future?

He sucked his nose, but saw a golden light in front of him.

Ingot?

Gold?

Big fist?

Master...

He almost cried loudly.

"Thank you for your hard work, this is a reward for you!"

He wiped his tears and nodded repeatedly... But what about the trauma of my heart?

"That group of guys, do they keep their mouths?"

"Yes," Hu Lun carefully took over Yuanbao and still sniffled aggrievedly: "They are doing rough work and have no chance to contact noble people. After two days, the little one will give them some other work, and it will be fine if it is farther away.

Qian Yumo gave a "um", and his hand fiddling with the fan gradually slowed down.

Hu Lun knew what was on his mind, so he asked tentatively, "Master, tomorrow is the winter solstice..."

However, only half of the words were said, and the silver-red door curtain was lifted, and Luo Wen'er came out with a tray.

The swaying candle shadow was gently painted on the face with a faint blush because of busyness, and even the fine sweat beads on the tip of the nose did not let go, followed by the light, which was particularly beautiful and touching.

Qian Yumo's eyes emerged softly, and even the smile on the corners of his lips bloomed again, spoiled.

Hu Lun sighed that it was hard for the master to take a step into the puzzle intentionally or unintentionally, which seemed to be a joke and serious. However, it is getting deeper and deeper, is it intentional or unintentional? Master... can you still turn back?

A bowl of steaming pasta was placed on the table, and the master immediately put away the fan and sat up with interest. Hu Lun also looked over...

Well, dumplings are not dumplings. They are small, like a winged triangle. The skin is extremely thin and transparent, and you can see the meat filling inside. Pink and tender, it is very attractive. But it's not enough. He hit the two corners to show a little powder, and he still looks like a half-covered pipa to seduce you.

One by one, exquisite and small, floating in a clean soup, with broken coriander and shredded ginger, accompanied by a cloud of seaweed. Just a glance, it is already appetizing.

Hu Lun couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then he saw that the master picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped a triangle, blew it, and put it in his mouth.

Hu Lun stared at the master's mouth, imagined the trajectory of the triangle in it, and thought about what wonderful tastes would be left in the trajectory. He couldn't help stretching his neck again.

If this Luo Wen'er doesn't look like Mengfei, he really doesn't see anything good except this cooking skill. Of course, he was very reluctant to think that it was just because what she made was more novel. In terms of craftsmanship, the imperial chef in the palace was one in a million, but Wang Shang couldn't put down the things she made. Contacting Wang Shang to indulge her more and more, he suddenly woke up... Shouldn't Luo Wener put any ecination in it?