"Shopkeeper Feng?"

"Shopkeeper Feng, did you hear that Jiang Ye has returned to the capital?"

"Shopkeeper Feng."

Shopkeeper Feng was holding the squeeze he had just written and handing it over to the secret guards to let them clean up the fruit, but they were quarreled with by this group of family members.

It's not a good place in the wilderness on the outskirts of Beijing, but they came in groups one by one.

Is it to eat chicken, but not to get close to the master?

Shopkeeper Feng thought so in his heart, but he didn't show any slackness on his face, he looked at everyone with a smile, stroked his beard, and asked, "How did the masters find here?" ”

A purple-clothed man who walked at the front pulled the corners of his lips very arrogantly, and said in a somewhat arrogant voice: "Listen to Jiang Ye here?" Let's take a look, I've invited so many times before, and Jiang Ye didn't show up once, that's really a lot. I know that I think your Jiang Ye is busy, but I don't know, I think he looks down on me, the prince of Ping. ”

Shopkeeper Feng hooked the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Where is this prince, yesterday, there was a short-sighted person who came to assassinate our master, and our master went back overnight." ，”

"However, since all the nobles have come here, I will order someone to go down to kill chickens and stir-fry vegetables, and you must have a good time here at noon." When Shopkeeper Feng saw it, he was happy to go to work.

"Brother, the one surnamed Jiang met the assassination last night? Who is so bold? Could it be those people in the palace? Just as King Ping was staring at the back of Shopkeeper Feng with a disgusted expression, a girl in purple clothes walked up with a skirt and asked in surprise.

"Maybe it's a trick with the surname Jiang? Now who doesn't know that the helmsman behind the Epoch Money Village is back, and even we have to do it here, who dares to touch him? King Ping snorted coldly.

"But people, Jiang Ye is not here at all, what kind of chicken do we eat? What's so delicious about this chicken, can it still be on it? The county lord of Pingxi said in disgust, she kept covering her nose, it was too smelly here.

"Who knows if the old man surnamed Jiang will hide here." King Ping said and walked towards the courtyard. They subconsciously thought that the so-called Jiang Ye was really a grandfather.

A group of children of the family followed Shopkeeper Feng into the chicken farm lively, but they were all a group of pampered people, who could stand the stench here, so they had to spread outside.

After Feng shopkeeper said a word, the people were gone, and only a group of them were left, and they could only have fun by themselves.

King Ping patted the dust on his clothes, just asked for something, a pale yellow suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes, he squinted his eyes and looked over, and saw that in the courtyard not far ahead, a pale yellow skirt corner was squatting there very indistinctly, and he couldn't see too clearly through a wooden door.

"Yo, why are there still people here?" As soon as he finished saying this, he was holding a breath in his heart, so he looked at the bow and arrow on his back, drew the bow and opened the arrow, and shot it towards the pale yellow figure behind the wooden door.

Bai Yan hid behind the door, she heard the noise outside, so she hid in the yard and watched Zhao's dumplings with peace of mind, but she only heard a bang, and there was some movement flying towards her, she subconsciously jumped to the side, and then, the sharp arrow fell where she had just stayed.

Zhao and Jiang's father were taken aback by this movement, and when the two of them saw what it was, the couple's eyes turned cold.

"I'll go out and have a look later, and if I can, we'll have lunch and leave."

At the same time, the man standing in the room listened to Chixiao's report on the matter, and there was a seeping energy everywhere in the room.

"Break his arm, pick a tesuji or something."

The man's tone was light.

The person who shocked him, if it weren't for the fact that his dog life was still useful, King Ping would have stayed here today to feed the flowers and plants.

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