Chapter Fifty-Three: I'm Back Again

The unintentional willow insertion that can be shaded is actually premeditated.

Ling Ling felt that there seemed to be some fox and tiger power now, wearing Wu Dalang's body and pretending to use Wu Song's majesty, swaggering and shouting there. It's just that even if you know this, you can't help it, this body still has to be worn, and this majesty still has to be borrowed, not to mention that you are not useless at all, how can a man who is the protagonist say that he is useless?

Ling Ling and Wu Song finally arrived at the so-called cottage of the dwarf "ghost seeing" after dawn, it is not good from a distance, and it is even worse up close, there are a few thatched houses in a ravine and ravine, and life is also relatively difficult, otherwise it will not be a grass, but there is a little Ling Ling is still more satisfied, because he saw a thin horse in the stable for the first time, and he is already making up his mind how to "borrow" this horse, that is, to borrow it, not to steal, not to rob, not to cheat.

For the sake of safety, Ling Ling and Wu Song didn't eat the things in the cottage, and those who ate were not as good as the cakes they made, just listen to the sound of spitting, but the hot water was still more or less drunk, this was the only hot thing Ling Ling had come into contact with in the past few days, he was sleepy when he was full of food and drink, and he didn't rest well all night, and Ling Ling occupied the most comfortable bed to sleep in when he yawned, and he didn't care about Wu Song.

"Haha...... You lost...... Drink ......"

"Roar...... Drink...... Drink ......"

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Ling Ling woke up in a noisy atmosphere, but in fact, he had slept enough, and it was already afternoon. Ling Ling opened his eyes and saw that Wu Song had already fought with the group of robbers, and he was still fighting hotly, drinking there, what Ling Ling couldn't understand was that a poor place where he couldn't eat, where did the wine come from like this.

When Wu Song met the wine, it was not surprising that he must have drunk too much, Ling Ling was very helpless, the tiger fell, wasn't he the kind of little white rabbit trembling in the corner? Then he stayed in the closest place to Wu Song with half fear and half fear, chatting with the "ghost and sorrow" who had not yet fallen, chatting and chatting about the "ghost sorrow" also fell, and Ling Ling became the only person in the entire cottage who was still standing.

After some searching, Ling Ling found several good things he liked, such as the skinny horse, the cart, and the sheepskin...... , Although the cart is not as good as the carriage, but the sheepskin is not bad, and it can be driven at any time, Ling Ling comforted himself, Ling Ling found that he was full of creativity when he was alone.

Wu Song woke up and it was almost dark, not surprisingly he had to spend the night in this cottage, Ling Ling tried to get a few things he liked by the way, and then showed off his cooking skills, although there was not much food in the cottage, but after living in the mountains for a long time, this group of robbers also knew what to eat on the mountain, some game, dig some wild vegetables, and then after Ling Ling's cleaning and cooking, it immediately became delicious, not only a group of robbers ate happily, even Ling Ling also felt very cool, the pollution-free game is different, this is the first time Ling Ling has shown his cooking skills。

After some embarrassing chats, Ling Ling was still a little embarrassed to say his thoughts, but he didn't expect "ghost sorrow" to agree immediately, and then, Ling Ling felt that he couldn't help this group of robbers, this time he met himself, he had to hang up sooner or later, it was not a long-term solution, and not everyone was willing to go up the mountain to be a coward, hateful people must have pity, no one is easy.

Ling Ling paid attention to the game on the mountain, and ate a meal with endless aftertaste, but now he has no ability to buy, nor does he have the ability to set up the trade line he imagined, all he can think of is the shopkeeper who opened a tavern on Jingyang Gang, hoping that the shopkeeper can sell himself a thin noodle, and when he goes to the capital to develop, this trade line will be turned around, Ling Ling thought so.

The next day, when the sun rose, Ling Ling and Wu Song set off, and they raised debts to send off in the cottage, Ling Ling actually felt that this kind of life was also very good, and there were a few moments when he went to the capital and his heart was a little shaken, but he ...... No, no, Ling Ling left, leaving the cottage with a thick stack of paper, which is full of the future development route of the cottage, fortunately there is a person who knows words in the cottage, and there is a letter, to the tavern owner, Ling Ling thought for a long time and didn't remember what the shopkeeper called, I'm afraid that the shopkeeper didn't agree, Ling Ling also attached the method of egg scrambles, presumably the shopkeeper has already felt the charm of the cakes he made, with this egg scramble method, "ghosts and sorrows" will also be more convenient.

At the beginning of the morning sun, the dense forest mountain road, the thin horse and the broken car still have people, heading towards Bianjing City.

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Wang Po and Pan Jinlian waited for almost an hour, the courtyard was still silent, Wang Po sat on the stone bench in the small pavilion, anxiously waiting, Pan Jinlian paced around in front of Wang Po, and kept muttering, "Why haven't you come yet...... Why haven't you come yet......

I wanted to see through it, and it was a long time, and the little second finally came back, and Wang Po quickly got up to greet her.

"Little brother, how is it?" Wang Po waited very anxiously, she was afraid that she would be disappointed again, this was more terrible than disappearing in this courtyard.

"Follow me"

Walking through an archway, a corridor, and then going up the stairs, Xiao Er took Wang Po to the door of a room, Xiao Er knocked on the door a few times, and heard a "um" sound from the house before pushing open the door and walking in with Wang Po Pan Jinlian.

"Steward Jin, the person brought it" Then Xiao Er retreated and closed the door gently.

"Heh, it does look good" From the moment he entered the door, the golden steward sitting on the main seat stared at Pan Jinlian behind Wang Po, his eyes walking up and down.

"You, come closer, let the master take a closer look," Steward Jin said with a little grin as he blew on his tea.

"Hmph, Jin Dazhuang, I haven't seen you for a few years, you dare to flirt with my people?

"Who are you? How do you know about my family's Jin Dazhuang?" The movement of the golden steward's hand stopped suddenly, and then the body that was slumped in the chair also sat up suddenly, causing the fat on his face and stomach to tremble.

Wang Po picked up the tea bowl on her right hand, blew it, took a sip slowly, and then gently put it down, her movements were skillful like a pampered lady, it should be said that she was like Wang's mother five years ago.

"Haven't you guessed yet?"

"You...... Are you a king...... Mother Wang?" Jin Dazhuang was a little incredulous and tentative, now the old lady in front of him who looked like she was in her last years turned out to be Mother Wang, who was in the capital of Bianjing back then? He really couldn't believe it, counting the princess, it was only about forty, but now it looks like she is fifty or even sixty!

"I didn't expect that I'm back again, right?"

(To be continued)