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The two of them talked, but they didn't notice a person lying on the eaves.

This time it's no longer Fuying, it's Fuhua.

Fuying was called by Song Chumo to do something, Guan Xiang also had important things to do, Song Chumo would be very uncomfortable coming to Ning Jiao by himself, he came quietly in private, there were a lot of eyeliner from others in the house, and he was still pretending to be a lame man who couldn't walk, and he couldn't be discovered, so he had to send Fuhua to come.

Fuhua listened to Ning Jiao's master and servant talking with interest on his face, nodding his head from time to time, and his eyes lit up when he heard Ning Jiao say that he was selling chilled watermelons.

The watermelon is good, the chilled one is even better, and it tastes cool in summer.

When Mrs. Ning's watermelon grows out, he will also come to buy one.

Maybe it can be seen that he is the prince's entourage, and give him a cheaper.

This is very good!

Just like the last time Fuying, he was taken crooked when he listened to it, and completely forgot the purpose of Song Chumo calling him.

When Fuhua returned to Shulan Pavilion, Song Chumo heard all kinds of words related to "watermelon".

"Mrs. Ning planted watermelons and cherries in the yard, as well as loquats."

"Mrs. Ning said that late March is suitable for planting watermelons, and you can eat watermelons in summer."

"Mrs. Ning said that when the watermelon is ripe, she will let her little maid transport it to the market in the summer, and she can make money."

“……”

Song Chumo looked at him expressionlessly: "This is the point that this king asked you to listen to?" ”

Fuhua's face was full of innocence: "But that's what Mrs. Ning and her little maid said." ”

"......" Song Chumo felt a faint pain in his forehead, he reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and asked, "In addition, what else?" Didn't talk about anything else? ”

"It's gone." Fuhua shook his head, followed by a sudden thought, he said, "Oh, and! Mrs. Ning said that when her little maid was shipped out to sell, she would also go. ”

Song Chumo: "What is she going to do?" ”

"Collect money."

Song Chumo: ......

Song Chumo suddenly felt even more headache.

"Alright, you can go down." He waved his hand at Fuhua, "In the past few days when Fuying is away, you will continue to stare there, and tell me if there is any trouble." ”

"Yes." Fuhua received the order, turned around to go out, and heard Song Chumo say: "If someone asks her for trouble, come forward to help." ”

He's talking about the women in the backyard.

A few days ago, I asked Guan Xiang to relieve her, but it was only a few days after that, and it has been a few days, and those women must have been impatient for a long time, and they will come to the door today and tomorrow.

She has a lazy and indifferent temperament, so naturally she can't deal with those women.

Don't say she can't handle it, he can't handle it.

When I saw those women, I had a headache.

Fuhua: "No! ”

When Fuhua went out, Song Chumo raised his hand and waved towards the door, and with a slight internal force, the open door was closed.

The people standing outside the house are all people from the Mowang Mansion, these people have been carefully selected by Song Chumo, and they are all absolutely reliable, so there is nothing to worry about.

Song Chumo got up from the wheelchair with confidence and walked towards the desk.

Looking closely, his steps were slightly stiff, his legs trembled faintly, and he didn't dare to take too big a step with each step.

It is rumored that Song Chumo's legs are crippled and he can't walk, because he followed the war king Song Hanjiang to the battlefield to kill the enemy when he was young, and was shot by the enemy's poisonous arrows, and the poison soaked into the bone marrow.

It is also true that his legs were shot by the enemy when he followed Song Hanjiang to the battlefield, and he was shot in the blood veins.