Zhang's side was lying on the mahogany inlaid marble straight-footed couch, with tenderness in his eyes, and he looked at the Zhou sisters intently, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Yanan was trying the dim sum that Sister Last had made, which was a steamed bun in the shape of a pig, filled with fresh fennel and dotted with sesame seeds.

When Sister Last made this, she made the small kitchen jump, and I don't know how many bowls were smashed. When Zhou Yanan ran to look, he also saw his subordinates desperately wiping the flour that fell on the stove, and he didn't know how Sister Yan did it.

Zhou Yanan didn't say anything about her. After all, in a few days, Mrs. Zhou will be coming to Beijing. At that time, Sister Last wanted to destroy the kitchen again, but it would not work.

In the end, she stopped Sister Last, who was trying to make a fire by herself. If you let her come, you will burn down the whole kitchen.

The little pig steamed bun looks very good, white and fat, round and round pig. It's just that the taste is a little average, probably because the time to make the dough is not enough.

Sister last was not discouraged. She clenched her little fists and said proudly, "yes!

Zhou Yanan was ashamed of herself. Almost all of the food she cooks is difficult to swallow because it is bland and tasteless, but Wang Zai likes to eat it very much. It lay on the ground and looked very seriously at Zhou Yanan's thinly sliced potatoes. Because Zhou Yanan is not good at seasoning, most of the pot of baked potatoes went into Wang Zai's stomach.

Wang Tsai has been squatting in the kitchen for many years. Zhou Yanan believes that if it hadn't been able to hold a spatula, it would have been cooking a long time ago.

In addition, the Zhou sisters went to Zhangfu Xingshi to ask for guilt, but they didn't get any bargains. However, Zhou Yanan knew that the reputation of Zhang's mansion stinked.

For such a noble family, the first important thing is not money, nor power, but fame.

Zhangfu produced a concubine who was a slave and a maidservant, and did not abide by women's morals, and her old face was disgraced for several lifetimes.

Of course, if Lou Wangshu hadn't successfully controlled Liuxiang and Zhang Yingze with the Mind Photography Technique, things wouldn't have been so simple.

Later, the palace came to give death and leave incense, and degraded Zhang Shun's concubine Zhang Wenxiu as a concubine.

Sister last was still angry: "Cheaper them." ”

"Don't take it for granted, think that because the Queen Mother was born in the Zhou Mansion, she will inevitably favor the Zhou Mansion. The emperor is best at playing the art of weighing. Now that Zhou Ren is dead, the palace naturally wants to help the Zhou Mansion suppress the Zhang Mansion. "If Zhou Yanan slaughters all the people of Zhang's Mansion instead, Zhou's Mansion will also be unlucky.

Sister last was about to say something, but the maid Huizhen gave Zhou Yanan a look. Zhou Yanan understood, nodded without a trace, and found an excuse to come out.

But it was the two guards that Ling Li gave her, escorting another guard.

She had already given the two guards new names, one thinner one called "Arno", and the other one with a scar on her right cheek called "Ah Gui". Although these two names are difficult to hear, the two guards are very happy, indicating that Miss Zhou has truly accepted them.

It was not in vain that Ling Li took out his anger at them and was beaten.

At this time, Arnold said, "This boy is here to deliver a letter." ”

Zhou Yanan held her head high, her neck was slender, like a swan's neck: "Say." ”

"Miss Zhou, when the master was racing a horse today, he was plotted and fell off his horse, and his ribs were also kicked and broken. ”

It was like a big hammer slamming into Zhou Yanan's heart, she only felt a burst of blood surging, but her face did not change: "Is it? What does it matter to me?"

The guard said angrily: "If Miss Zhou hadn't been angry with our master, how could the master go to the horse race?

"So, do you blame me?"

Arnold and Agui scolded him at the same time: "Hugh wants to spew blood!"

The guard looked at Zhou Yanan with a pleading face. Zhou Yanan knew that when he came over, delivering the letter was secondary, in fact, he wanted to invite her over.

She didn't lift her eyelids: "Ask him to go out." "It's an eviction.

The guard wanted to say something, but Arnold and Gui grabbed one of his arms and threw him out.

When the two came back, they saw that Zhou Yanan had already put on a green satin cloak: "I'm going to see him, you lead the way for me." Arnold couldn't help but slander, a creature like a woman is the most duplicitous. He silently lit a candle for his former master, Ling Li, in his heart. Ling Li's road to chasing his wife is not easy.

Zhou Yanan was unwilling to expose her escape skills, so she took Zhou's car, stopped a street or two away from Ling Li's residence, and changed to walking. The two guards led her up the wall, pointed to one of the rooms, and said, "Young Master Ling usually rests here. "Actually, when they went to see Ling Li in the morning, they also saw him in that room.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men fell limply. But it was Zhou Yanan who took advantage of their defenselessness and slashed one person's neck with one hand, knocking both of them unconscious.

Zhou Yanan put the two of them on the roof, and after making sure that they would not roll down, he floated into Ling Li's house.

She saw Ling Li's face pale, her eyes closed, lying on a lacquered gold stepping bed, her heart as if she had been slammed.

The wide gray linen robe he was wearing was still stained with blood, and he looked badly wounded.

How did he make himself like this?

She felt pain and guilt in her heart, and walked forward to see it clearly.

Zhou Yanan suddenly felt that something was wrong. Wait a minute, linen caftan kaftan , lacquered gold thousand workers pull out the bed, blue and white small pot lamp...... This is?

Ling Li suddenly opened his eyes and grimaced at Zhou Yanan. Zhou Yanan looked at it fixedly, and suddenly became angry.

It turned out that this Ling Li was none other than Lou Wangshu, who broke into Zhou Yanan's dream.

Zhou Yanan found out that this was a dream and woke up on his own. When I opened my eyes, I saw Lou Wangshu looking at her with a smile: "I found a lot of interesting things!"

"You ......" said with a face. I'm afraid that she not only knows about Ling Li, but also knows about Yang Chengyu!

Lou Wangshu hurriedly shirked his responsibility: "This is what Sister Last wants me to see." You think, if it weren't for Sister Last's help, I wouldn't have been able to sneak into your dreams without your consent. ”

Sister last is very good, but she is too curious. If you don't understand something, you must find out. Last time, she overheard Zhou Yanan and Zhou Ren talking. This time, she actually helped Lou Wangshu sneak into Zhou Yanan's dream!

Zhou Yanan was furious: "I'll go to Zhou Yalast to settle accounts." She hurriedly got dressed, and was about to rush out and beat her up, but she turned back and asked Lou Wangshu: "You say, will Ling Li really have an accident?"

Lou Wangshu shook his head like a rattle: "This is a dream I made when I cast a spell, and it is naturally fake." ”

"No, I'll have to take a look. Zhou Yanan's face was full of worry. Sister Lasta can be cleaned up at any time, if something really happens to Ling Li, then it's great?

She rushed out and looked for Ling to leave.

Lou Wangshu was very proud. The dreams she made up recently have become more and more real, and even Zhou Yanan was confused. She hummed a tune and drifted into the dream of Sister Last, who was helping her on the sand. She has recently started practicing divination in her sleep.

She looked up and saw Lou Wangshu, stroked the broken hair around her ears, and asked, "Which one?"

Lou Wangshu pursed his lips and smiled: "It's the boss we were in the bookstore last time." ”

"My sister's tastes are really unusual. ”

Sister last is only the boss who is nearly middle-aged. Lou Wangshu knew that she had misunderstood, but he didn't say anything, and smiled beautifully.

Zhou Yanan, who was choreographed by her, had already stood firm on Ling Li's roof.

She thought about it, conjured up Wukongxun with her breath of life, and began to blow a "Requiem Song".

This song was made up by her practice with Lou Wangshu, which can effectively calm Lou Wangshu's resentment. "Requiem" also has an unexpected effect, its melody has a hypnotic effect on the living.

The pink mist spread in the night, and the dark guards of the Ling Mansion vigil were all asleep.

Zhou Yanan jumped down lightly and pushed open Ling Li's door. She snapped her fingers, and the lights in Ling Li's room lit up.

She was dumbfounded.

The man in the room was not Ling Li, but another man who was close to evil, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He propped his elbows on the armrests of the rattan chair, crossed his ten fingers, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, as if he had already known that Zhou Yanan was going to break in.

This man is dangerous.

This was Zhou Yanan's first thought. She really didn't expect that someone would listen to her "Requiem" and not fall asleep. Even the half-hung sister Wu last couldn't resist the music. Unless...... Unless the man is not human!

She barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "I...... Practicing the art of retreat, I accidentally walked here. ”

Lie, if you practice retreat, why hypnotize all the secret guards?

The man looked at Zhou Yanan with interest, his fingers forming a pergola, and the shadow fell on his eyes. Zhou Yanan found that his eyes seemed to have vast stars circulating in them.

"I had a nightmare......," she said, " I dreamed that he fell off his horse. I couldn't sleep, so I came over and had a look. ”

After Zhou Yanan finished speaking, he realized that he didn't want to tell the truth. But the man had a way to get her to speak her mind. In order to fight for control of her body, she broke her palms, but to no avail.

The horror of this man was still beyond her imagination.

She took a step backwards without a trace.

"He's there. Zhou Yanan didn't expect the man to speak. It was a deep, magnetic voice. When she looked back, she was awakened.

Zhou Yanan sat up, surprised. She no longer knew which one was a dream and which one was a real thing.

She hurriedly called Lou Wangshu over: "Did I go out last night?"

Lou Wangshu was confused: "No!"

"Didn't you sneak into my dreams?"

"No, I don't. Last night, I was still investigating the spies in the house, and in one night I found five unclean ones. ”

Zhou Yanan didn't listen to what she said at all. Her whole attention was on the palm of her hand—where there seemed to be two shallow, bloody marks from her fingernails.