"As soon as the king receives the news, he will order someone to pick you up in the ghost market, and if he can't find anyone again, the king will smash your shop and confiscate all your treasures and money." Xuanyuan Po said that the sweet heat in his mouth hit Xi Yan's body, and Xi Yan was threatened with a trace of trance.

Xiyan nodded yes while slowly stretching her hand into her arms.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by Xuanyuan Po: "The proprietress has seen the methods of this king, and this king can't afford to provoke it." He didn't let go, and took Xiyan's hand and went down the mountain.

"The prince misunderstood ......"

"I just want to tickle ......"

"You let me go first......"

“……”

Along the way, only Xiyan wailed, and Xuanyuan Po took care of her and pulled her down the mountain.

When Xiyan returned to the small courtyard where he lived daily, the second uncle and the Buddha had already bought it home. The second uncle, Yan Lang, although he has passed the age of establishment, is simple-minded, and he is very young when he looks at him, but he has a natural affinity for medium capital.

The second uncle said to Xiyan with a smile: "Yan Yan is back, you have worked hard these days, from tonight, I will still watch the shop from now on, you don't have to stay up all night." ”

Where did Xiyan stay up all night, and slept in the Qin Wangfu all night. She smiled dryly and said, "It's okay, it's okay." What about the old man? ”

"Send the materials to Hua Ye's production shop."

The weapons and hidden weapons in the armory shop were all designed and made by the three of his master and apprentice, but in recent years, the business has become more and more prosperous, and many orders are often hundreds or thousands, so they cooperate with the Hua Ye of the production shop, and the Hua Ye production skills are first-class, and some of them are made by him.

"Alas, Master, his old man is very old, and he is tired of traveling, you actually asked him to deliver materials, it's really ......" Xi Yan saw the second uncle's face flushed, and pretended to suddenly realize, "Oh, the second uncle must be afraid of seeing Sister Miao Miao." ”

"You kid is more and more fond of talking nonsense, the second uncle is a big man, Miao Miao is just a seventeen-year-old girl, don't talk nonsense to ruin her reputation."

"No, according to my cold eyes, Sister Miao Miao dares to love and hate, not afraid of things." Xiyan pursed her lips with a little disdain and said, "It's that you're afraid, Second Uncle." ”

Yan Lang pretended to be calm when he heard this: "Me? What am I afraid of? ”

"I'm afraid that people will say that you 'old cows eat tender grass'." It was the master and the Buddha who said this, and he was standing at the door and happened to hear the conversation between the uncle and nephew.

The Buddha's original name was Tang Fonu, nearly sixty years old, gray hair, and his facial features could still be seen to be extraordinary when he was young, but a two-inch-long brown cracked scar on his cheek destroyed his original appearance, and it was still a little terrifying.

Xiyan saw that the Buddha was back, so he obediently went over and took the things in his hand for him: "Master, you are back, are you tired of going out this time?" ”

"Yan Yan is well-behaved, but this thing is not for you, it is for the 'tender grass' for the 'old cow'." The Buddha flicked the ashes on his body, took out a tube of hookah from his baggage, and smoked it.

What Xiyan is holding in his hand is a food box, open it and take a look, there are several delicate snacks in it, including lotus root flour osmanthus cake, water chestnut cake, peach blossom cake, all of which are Xiyan...... The second uncle liked it in the past.

She was not polite, picked it up and sent it to her mouth, and said hesitantly: "Second uncle has never eaten the dim sum made by Sister Miao Miao, it just so happens that I am hungry for most of the day, so it is better to give it to me." ”

The second uncle wanted to speak and stopped, took two steps in the direction of Xiyan with his hands, felt that it was inappropriate and retreated, and finally simply lifted the door curtain and entered the room.

The Buddha took two puffs of cigarette and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yan Yan, leave some for the old cow, maybe people love to eat secretly." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a crackling sound inside, which should be the second uncle knocking down the shelf where the materials were placed. Xiyan and Shigong glanced at each other and laughed.