The delicacies of the mountains and seas were arranged, the old lord was with him on the left, and the others who did not dare to go on the stage were sent to wait outside the building. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Knowing that this messenger is greedy for money and lustful, the people who serve the two of them are picky and handsome girls. These maids have specially dressed up because they are a big man who came today, and they stretched their bodies lightly when they served the food, and spoke softly when they talked, and the young master of the messenger didn't move a few chopsticks during this meal, and the old Sherlock put together a few big diamond trays in front of his face, and he didn't bother to care, so he just laughed with these little Ying brothers.

It's no wonder that Marco ignored old Sherlock, and had a good conversation with these women who were low and didn't know how many grades.

"Miss, what's your name......?

"Back to my lord, my name is Yanyan......"

"Well, yes, your voice is so good, and your wheat-colored skin is much healthier than those noble ladies who sit at home all day and wear masks...... I love it. ”

"Master Xie, I praised it. ”

"Are you interested, come on," he rubbed himself up, took the girl in his arms, and carried her to his lap.

"Hmm......" Yan Yan blushed and lowered her head, letting him pick it.

"Hahahahaha!" the young master of the messenger laughed heartily.

The old lord "hehe" and "hehe" had to laugh twice, and he couldn't interject.

"How much does your lord give you every month?" The young master of the messenger picked up Yanyan's chin with his tender fingers like a woman.

"Well," the girl said in a greasy voice, biting her lower lip, "three silver coins a month,"

The young master of the envoy glanced at the old lord with disdain, and the latter only cared about laughing.

"It's only three silver coins, you will follow me in the future! I will give you three gold coins every month, young master!"

"Thank you, sir!" said the maid, overjoyed, and she inquiringly looked at the lord.

"You care about that old thing, here, I'm in charge!" the young master of the messenger nostrils turned to the sky. The old lord nodded: "Yan Yan, you are all up to the envoy to decide." ”

"Yanyan is also your name?" the young master of the messenger swept his slightly angry eyes,

"Oh, look at my stinky mouth, Miss Huang, Miss Huang," the old lord changed his words in a panic.

"Yanyan, let me ask you something," the young master of the messenger ignored the old Sherlock, and he lay on the root of the maid's ear and said loudly, "How are you lords?"

That girl is also a yellow flower girl who has not gone through this, her face is so red that she can drip blood, and her voice trembles slightly:

"Return, if you say so, the lord usually treats us well. ”

"Oh...... But how did I hear that he was disloyal to the Society?"

The girl knew that this sentence must not be wrong, otherwise old Sherlock would definitely die. The lord listened to it from the side, and desperately tried his best to make a color towards Yan Yan.

"My lord, who do you listen to? Our lord has been loyal to the association for three generations, and Yan Yan can testify. ”

"Oh, Yanyan said that, I believe three points. But Yanyan, you know, you are too simple and easily deceived. The young master of the lord hugged the girl with his arms so tightly that she was almost out of breath, her breathing was short, and her chest rose and fell.

"I heard that he couldn't make up this year's military taxes because he hoped that our soldiers would have nothing to eat on the front line, and the army would lose the battle, so he could get credit from the mongrels of the Knight Association......"

"Absolutely not, never!"

The old lord was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and howled: "My lord, I have been wronged!

"Which association are you sincere to?" the young master of the envoy did not wait for him to reply, "Did I ask you, what are you excited about?

"Your Excellency, your Lord!" the old lord didn't sleep all night, kowtowing hard, and his cervical spine was dry and "clicking".

"Yanyan, what do you say?"

The girl was also frightened, and her eyes were round and stared for a long time before she spoke: "I, I think, shouldn't it?"

"Probably not?

So you're not sure, are you?

Then this thing is difficult to do.

Is this old Sherlock old and confused and wants to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country?"

"Nothing happens! nothing happens!" the old lord snorted and burst into tears, and looked up at the young master of the messenger with a shy face.

"Then I'm going to scrutinize it.

Call all the girls of your house,

Young Master Ben is going to be interrogated one by one!"

Fei Fei was waiting at the door of the living room, and it was her turn next. The door was hidden, and the movement inside was so clear that it reached the ears of the girls outside the door, some were embarrassed to see people with their faces facing the wall, some were clenched with their fists tightly and bit their lips to cheer themselves up, and some were pacing back and forth on the one-meter-square white tiles, anxious, not knowing if they could seize this opportunity to be appreciated by the messenger like Yanyan, and the whole family would have no worries about food and clothing.

Sound is one of the important indicators of conveying emotions and environment, especially for a young woman like Fei Fei, who is particularly sensitive to this kind of sound. She blushed and rubbed her fingers,

"Come in, next!"

Fei Fei raised her heart to her throat, she pushed open the door of the living room, although she could see some partial shots from the crack in the door just now, and she was a little mentally prepared, but when she really pushed the door in and was in it, she couldn't help but feel that she was just a leopard in the tube, and she felt that her fragile sense of shame was not enough for the imperial envoy.

The old lord paced to and fro, and he didn't care at all what the messenger was doing now, and he was looking forward to him having a good time, having a good time, taking away the food, and revoking all the charges against him.

Just before the half-pillar of incense, the housekeeper came back with two thousand five hundred catties of grain, which finally made old Sherlock's hanging heart put down. A three-story villa plus more than a dozen acres of ancestral manor in exchange for life-saving food, this account is not so easy to settle on anyone.

The old lord figured out that as long as he collected the military taxes, the envoy should let his little daughter live. Now he wishes that time would pass a little faster,

The young master of the messenger hurried out and left with the food.

This frightened day, he Sherlock would never want to have a second time. As soon as today's events were over, he thought, tomorrow he would hand in his resignation and take his daughter and flee to anywhere else, just not to let himself see these cruel and unkind Assassins again.

Until all the confident girls in the lord's manor entered the living room, it was a long time,

About dusk, Marco. Ethan opened the door of the living room, still with a large white lattice, showing his chest hair, regardless of the feelings of the girls inside, and showing their beautiful posture to the outside world.

The old lord looked at the faint girls and shook his head in his heart.