Lying on the roof tiles, the slightest movement will make a sound, and our bodies must be as still as statues.

Through the cracks in the tiles, I saw that the brutal catcher was rummaging through the cabinets, but it didn't look like he was looking for someone.

Xiucai Niangzi crossed her waist and scolded there: "You fat cats who can't hold the mouse, rub the oil and rub it to the old lady!" Don't look at you now pulling the big banner and being scary, when our family shows that you have been promoted and become an official, you will have good fruits to eat. Hey! Say you, put down my blue and white porcelain vase, you shameless ......"

Seeing that the fat lady was about to snatch things back, a few catchers ran away quickly.

I let out a long breath, loosened my hands and feet, and touched a tile, which made Xiucai tremble.

After a night of tossing, Master Zhang was already haggard and dying.

I asked the lady Xiucai, "Can you get some food?" ”

"There is rice soup and steamed buns in the stove room, and I will go get two more dishes."

Her round face smiled like a blooming sunflower, making people feel as warm as if they had drunk wine.

Walking to the door of the hall, she looked back and smiled: "This has to be counted as another money!" "It completely frightened everyone.

Xiucai squeezed out a dry smile to show sympathy for us.

Although Wu Debiao's bottoms and I are about to turn out, I still like the fat lady in my heart. After all, there are really not many honest and trustworthy people like her, who can do things with money.

After drinking a bowl of rice soup and eating steamed buns and green vegetables, Zhang Tong's body had some heat. Xiucai took the ointment and applied it to him again, and the pain on his body was reduced a little, and he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

Last night's manhunt caused a stir in the whole city of Binh Duong, but nothing was caught except for a few innocuous fugitives. The gang of bandits in Qingfeng Village have long been hidden without a trace, and of course, I guess the catchers are not willing to meet them.

Regarding Wu Zhengxing's deployment of troops to surround the palace, King Pingyang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, just pretended to be very surprised, and praised him to his face for being thoughtful.

Wu Zhifu found nothing, and he was very angry, but he was not discouraged at all, because the secret fold a few days ago had already been approved by the royal authorities: be careful to investigate and seek solid evidence. The emperor obviously believed in the secret music, but there was no real evidence.

The emperor preferred to trust his courtiers over his own brothers, as he would instinctively hate anyone who might have ambitions for the throne.

With the support of today's saints, Wu Zhengxing's morale is high and full of confidence, as if the suppression of the rebellion and his immortal achievements are close at hand. The only pity is that his right-hand man, Yan Lang, was injured, and he was shot by his own people.

For Yan Lang's injury, I actually feel very sorry - why didn't I make up for it at that time?

This head-catcher, who is unremitting and tireless in the work of the whole person, has a bit of the style of a model worker. That night, after he grinned and endured the pain and pulled out the arrow, he immediately threw himself into the arrest work.

It may be that the gold sores are used too much medicine and the brain is burned out, and Yan Lang didn't think of me for the first time. By the time he arrived at the ruined temple with his people, I had already been lying at the feet of Second Brother Guan and sleeping for a while.

He rolled his eyes, swept the beggar in the temple of Emperor Guan, and then stopped his gaze on me, like a wolf staring at a domestic animal.

Thinking of his embarrassment last night, and then comparing it with the fierceness in front of him, I really feel ridiculous, pitiful, and pathetic.

I was not afraid of his sword in the slightest, and I was even ready to be taken to prison, only mentally, of course.

Strangely, he didn't go as furious as I thought, but walked away without saying a word.

In fact, the silence of the beast is far more terrible than the roar.

Yan Lang, the beast, must be brewing to bite, and I can already feel a faint pain in my butt.

Within a few days, the officers and soldiers on the street and the arresters were evacuated.

The bandits of Qingfeng Village don't know which sewer they came out of, and they emit a foul smell all over their bodies. Thankfully, there are no less. In order to avoid complications, the prince arranged for them to live in the secret room where the guns were made before, and waited until the rumors passed before leaving the city.

Xiao Dongzi's legs and feet are fine, and he can already go out to beg. He did not get carried away because of the thousand taels of silver promised by the prince, and still sat quietly in front of the hotel begging for food.

The prince tried to secretly pick Zhang Tong back several times, but he couldn't make the trip. It's not because the government is watching closely, but because the talented lady doesn't agree. She upgrades the nutrition package for Master Zhang every day, and of course, the quality is upgraded, and the price is also upgraded. Zhang Tong is no longer a fugitive in her eyes, but a golden cash cow, of course, she is reluctant to move his nest.

Xiucai finally had the opportunity to discuss academic issues with me. As soon as he asked questions, it was endless, and the questions followed questions, and the questions followed questions, and the questions followed questions, which really broke my brain.

I can feel that Xiucai is not a pedantic Xiucai who reads dead books. He is knowledgeable, quick-witted, curious about new things and has unique ideas, and is a very curious baby.

Of course, Xiucai also encountered a lot of things that he couldn't figure out, such as the change in the status of scholars. "Everything is inferior, only reading is high", this is his belief. I can't imagine that hundreds of years later, scholars will be rotten on the street, and they will degenerate into working under the hands of rich businessmen and tycoons; Reading is also to study the "Internet" and other strange and obscene skills, and it is no longer to "make the people pure". The scholar has lost his pride and glory, which he cannot accept.

In ancient and modern times, people at home and abroad are divided into three, six, nine and so on. Different births, different looks, different personalities, different intelligence...... There are many reasons for grades, and academic performance is also one of them. But reading is not to make us superior, it is to find a way to live in our own souls and no longer be prisoners of this world.

Xiucai moved the house full of scriptures, histories, children, and collections to the courtyard, wiped them clean one by one, and cooled them in the sun, just like a soldier who maintains his own gun.

Looking at the scrolls all over the floor, he kept muttering to himself, his eyes a little glazed. I know that his peaceful spiritual world has fallen into a stone.

The talented lady ran out of the house, angry and staring like a torch.

"What's wrong?"

"What do women know about the things of scholars!" Xiucai's tone was sandwiched with rare heroism.

"Reader, reader, reader...... The poor talent who can't get into the lift really takes himself seriously! Madame's thick palms were so good that she couldn't dodge.

"Enough! I can't do it, I'm also a reader; Poor and penniless, I am also a reader. Xiucai pushed his wife to the ground.

The lady pounced on Xiucai like an angry elephant. Xiucai is like a baboon in trouble, so frightened that his hands and feet shrunk together.

In view of the fact that the baboon, no, Xiucai may be trampled to death at any time, Wu Debiao and I hurriedly stepped forward to hold Mrs. and avoided a tragedy in nature.