Three days later, Jiang Leshan's figure sneakily appeared at the door of Zhao Ye's courtyard, looked inside, seemed to be a little undecided, rubbed his hands and walked back and forth for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in, with a posture of going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire.

Jiang Leshan walked into the courtyard, thinking that someone would greet him, only to find that the entire courtyard in broad daylight was deserted, and there was not even a single subordinate......

When he stepped into Zhao Ye's house, he saw Hongye lying on the table snoring, sleeping soundly.

And what about Zhao Ye?

The second son was sitting on a chair, his hair was actually hanging on the beam of the house with a rope, and he was holding a small leather whip in his hand, and the two eagles were standing on the scaffolding.

As soon as any of the eaglets closed their eyes, Zhao Ye threw them up with a whip......

When Jiang Leshan saw the two huge dark circles under Zhao Ye's eyes, he was startled and a little surprised, but at the same time, he also knew that the second young master was actually playing real this time.

I saw Jiang Leshan touch his beard, and then sighed: "Admire, admire, in ancient times, Su Qin, a longitudinal and horizontal family of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, studied in order to be angry, and when he was asleep while studying, he stabbed his tpart with a cone, and the blood flowed to his feet, leaving a beautiful talk of cone thorn strands.

Today, Zhao Ye, the second young master of my Northern Zhou Qing Palace, personally boiled the eagle in order to exercise his willpower, and actually hung his hair on the beam.

I believe that the story of your literature and martial arts, complementing each other, hanging over the beam, and the story of the cone and the thorn will be passed on to future generations as a beautiful story. ”

After Jiang Leshan said this, he nodded with satisfaction, he was very satisfied with his kung fu in slapping his ass, and sighed and thought that he had to read more books to pat his ass, otherwise would he be able to shoot as elegant as himself?

With Zhao Ye's talent, of course he knows the beautiful talk of hanging his head and stabbing his stock, but others are models of hard work, can he be the same as himself?

So Zhao Ye thought that Jiang Leshan was laughing at himself in a different way, so he rolled his eyes and glanced at him, ignoring him, with an expression that Lao Tzu didn't give you general knowledge.

What Zhao Ye didn't know was that there was only a story of the cone and the thorn in the world today, and the allusion to the head hanging beam happened in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

It may be that Jiang Leshan's voice woke up Hongye, Hongye stood up suddenly, glanced at Zhao Ye, quickly wiped the corner of his mouth with his arm, rubbed his eyes, and hurriedly turned to look at the two little eaglets.

I saw that the two little eaglets were staring at the four blood-red eyes, glaring at Zhao Ye in front of them, and the white little eagles were just about to close their eyes, and Hongye hurriedly reminded: "Second Young Master, hit it, you can't let it sleep, now is the critical moment, let it sleep, it will dream of blue sky and white clouds, cliffs, then all the work will be wasted." ”

After Zhao Ye heard this, he threw a whip up, and Bai Ying opened his eyes angrily and glared at Zhao Ye, which was really very humane.

Red Leaf hurriedly picked up a piece of lean meat and fed it to the two eaglets, but the two eaglets really ignored the delicacy in their mouths, and frantically attacked Red Leaves with their mouths, Red Leaves shook his head at Zhao Ye, meaning that you still have to insist.

Zhao Ye looked at the two huge panda eyes and sighed deeply, what kind of eagle is this?

Isn't this particularly exciting?

Isn't it said that it is easy to domesticate?

Isn't it easy to tame at all?

If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Ben had received anti-fatigue training in his previous life, I am afraid that he would really not be able to persevere.

Jiang Leshan saw that Zhao Ye didn't take care of himself, and actually regarded himself as air? It's very puzzling.

I thought to myself, didn't I shoot my sycophants well?

It shouldn't be! This sycophant is already very knowledgeable.

Then he patted his head, as if he suddenly understood something, and nodded slightly.

What a mistake! It really hit the horse's hooves,

This is playing the piano to the cow, with the poor knowledge of the second young master, he must not have understood what I meant, thinking that I was scolding him by quoting scriptures, and he had to find a way to get it back, who let himself have something to ask for?

When Jiang Leshan glanced at the two huge dark circles in Zhao Ye's eyes again, he had an idea, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and wanted to secretly pour out a few pills, but after seeing Zhao Ye seem to glance at himself inadvertently, Jiang Leshan didn't dare to continue, if he gave gifts to others and let others find out that they actually had deductions, it would be worth the loss, such a low-level mistake would never be made with Jiang Leshan's wisdom, especially in front of Zhao Ye.

I saw Jiang Leshan grit his teeth, handed the small medicine bottle to Zhao Ye and said, "Second Young Master, I have a bottle of good Qi Replenishing Pill, which is made from centuries-old Korean ginseng, which can help you relieve your vitality." ”

After speaking, he handed it to Zhao Ye with a painful face, a hundred-year-old Korean ginseng, and only less than twenty pills of Huanyuan Dan were produced! As many as ten grains were sent out at once, and Jiang Leshan really wanted to vomit blood.

Zhao Ye glanced at Jiang Leshan in surprise, pouted and said, "Old Jiang! How embarrassing is that? You know that I'm a person, I've been approachable and kind since I was a child, and I never like to accept other people's things, after all, I'm short-handed! ”

That being said, the second young master's hand did not stop, and he saw the second young master reluctantly take the small medicine bottle, and put it in his arms seemingly casually without even looking at it, before he spoke again: "Lao Jiang! I have something to say, it's okay, young master, I still have something to do, I can't afford to delay you! ”

When Jiang Leshan heard the word Lao Jiang, he suddenly had the urge to scold, he was Jiang Lao when he begged me, and when I begged you, he became Lao Jiang, this change is too big, right?

But why does the words of the second son sound familiar?

Isn't this what this guy said when he visited him two days ago?

Why didn't I find out before that this guy is not only thick-skinned, but also a grudge-holder?

But Jiang Leshan glanced at the double eagles on the eagle frame, remembered the big thing he was going to do, gritted his teeth, and said: "There is a poisonous bird in the Hexian swamp in Northern Xinjiang, and its name is 'dove'......"

Before Jiang Leshan could say the next words, he heard Zhao Ye interrupt: "I know, let's see the mood when the time comes!" ”

Jiang Leshan: "......"

Jiang Leshan walked out of Zhao Ye's yard with a confused face,

Look at the mood?

Did you say yes or didn't you say yes?

I didn't get anything, and I took out a bottle of medicine.

Why has the second young master become so brazen?

How can there be a little bit of Qingwangfu's iron-blooded style?

It's like a dog biting a hedgehog with nowhere to put its mouth!

Phew, Phew, Bah,

Jiang Leshan slapped his mouth lightly......