The master immediately bent his head and said humbly and cautiously, "What the master said is, then please ask the master to take a trip, I will go and call the sedan chair, how to deal with it, as for what to say to the outside world——"

Zhao Xian ordered to smash it, smash it, and smash it.

In order to suppress the shock just now, he chewed the grape a little hurriedly, his tongue was sticky, his lips were also sticky, the upper and lower slices were sticky together, and he almost couldn't speak.

Waving his hand impatiently, he sat up, ignoring the "crunch" cry of the beauty couch under him, and deftly leaned over and took a sip of tea.

Immediately, he put down the cup heavily with a "bang", and said even more impatiently, "Haven't I already sent the rice, grain and money for disaster relief given by the imperial court according to the quantity, how much to give, what is there to say?" ”

The master pondered for a moment, his eyes were cloudy, but his heart was clear.

He looked at his nose and nose, and withdrew his gaze from the corner of his eye from the cup that the county master had just fallen, and carefully retracted it, no longer leaking out.

After a pause, he said even more quietly, "If it is calculated according to the day given by the one, His Highness should have arrived now." ”

Zhao Xianling "tsk", and in his heart, the little white-faced prince who had never met was disgusted from head to toe again, and hummed out a few uncertain syllables.

Damn, you can't let him save a day.

If you put aside your background, how much better can the little white face of the king of Zhennan be than him? He has to worry about how to eat and drink Lazar nobly, and he doesn't even bother to worry about what to eat for the next meal.

When the prince is amazing, when he gets up in the morning, someone puts on clothes and hats for him, and cleans up his appearance, I don't know how much stronger than him, the dog-headed county commander, and this close-fitting must still be a beauty.

As for how beautiful it can be, Zhao Xianling doesn't know, and he can't know.

However, Zhao Xianling believes that Wang Cheng is naturally a beautiful woman, such as "a branch of red dew incense" or "sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant cheeks and snow", not to mention those who can be selected and sent to the prince's side.

Suddenly, Zhao Xian Ling felt that the beautiful woman's crisp breasts and slender thighs that were still full of brains and melons suddenly did not smell good.

Compared with the imaginary royal city, all he could enjoy at the moment was that everything was inferior.

Damn, it's not fair at all!

He has worked hard and conscientiously for so many years, but there is still a large group of tongue-chewing people underneath.

He knew, but didn't bother to pay attention.

Their gossip can't stop anything, they can't stop the gold, silver and jewelry from being transported to his house one by one, and they can't stop the beautiful women with willow's thin waist and slapping face from scrambling to climb onto his couch.

The personality charm is too strong and not good, it is really unbearable.

The more Zhao Xianling thought about it, the more confident he became, so he gradually became lighter.

The master didn't hear what he was muttering just now, so he said very carefully, "Master, what did you say?" ”

So Zhao Xian Ling Fang got better, and the mood of half of his little thumb "snapped" and fell again.

He really wanted to give this master who had beaten the rabbit cub twice, but he couldn't.

There is only one Zhi Duoxing who can be counted on by his side, if he doesn't control it for a while, and the two slaps are broken, then he can only be pulled to the back and burned.

If it is burned, the flowers in the backyard can eat a beautiful meal of fat, but he should not have Zhiduoxing, who will give him advice in the future?

A large group of beauties in the yard are good-looking, but they are useless in this regard.

Women know how to cry, and they cry when they encounter a little bad thing.

From this point of view, although the master next to him sometimes has no brains, but now he can't throw it away, and he and this rabbit cub are still grasshoppers on a rope, if something happens, the two of them will not suffer a loss.

But if he hadn't waited for an accident and he had a lively master, this rabbit cub might be able to get back to the light and bite off his thigh, dragging him down and not being able to escape.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xian Ling's mind was full of lightning, and then he gradually soothed his brows, clenched his fists and raised them to his mouth, and cleared his throat twice, "It's okay, what can you see on the patrol on the city gate in the past two days?" ”

The master doesn't need to recall to be able to give an accurate reply, "Back to the master, no." ”

Zhao Xianling flicked his sleeves, and his smile was gentle and kind,

"That's not the end, I'm busy with this business, how can I worry about when His Royal Highness will arrive, and whether I will arrive or not, from the royal city to us is all the way south, and this year is not very peaceful, maybe there will be some mountain bandits and homeless people halfway to make trouble, you know, this is the way of the world now."

The master reminded, "His Royal Highness is the commander of the Xuanjia Battalion, and it is rumored by the world that his heroism is unstoppable, so he should not be an ordinary mountain bandit—"

Zhao Xianling glared, "Have you seen it?" ”

"Nope." The master reacted quickly, and in an instant, he reverted to the description of the clever rabbit cub, "What the master said is that I was too worried." ”

"Okay, okay, Your Highness will come, my frank and unrestrained food, clothing, parents, and officials, is it possible that I am still afraid of seeing people? Besides, there are still a lot of things to do in front of you, so what do you want to do so far? How long has it been since no one provoked the drum...... I can't eat the tiger skin elbow in the afternoon, so I should send it to the county office......

The master watched his nose and nose, and stood on the side without saying a word, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

When he spoke, Zhao Xianling was upset, and now he doesn't say it, somehow it's uncomfortable.

Zhao Xianling muttered to himself, what he said was boring, he simply sighed, his palm swirled around his belly, and after grinding for most of the day, he suddenly slapped his thigh.

With a "snap", Zhao Xianling's thigh meat shook three times, and the master felt that his waist almost trembled three times.

Their county lord loves to ponder, and when he is idle, he thinks about adding two new punishments.

Among the many punishments, the county lord's favorite is the waist chop, and a waist chop has played endless tricks for him.

As far as he knew, the county lord's latest method was to tie it with a rope, strangle it little by little, stop it halfway, forget it if it was dead, and if it was not dead, hang it up and leave it to fend for itself.

The rabbit cub master is skinny and skinny, and he feels that if it were himself, I am afraid that there is no need for half a moment, and his body should be divided into two.