Chapter 3
I called the people under my command from the first day of junior high school to the fifteenth, and then I bought a few more from the rivers and lakes and named them from January, and now it is only until May, and I have put them all into my own organization "North Factory". In fact, I want to call it the East Factory or the West Factory, but my mansion is in the north, and the pressure on those two names is too great, so I decided on the name of the South Factory, when my father asked me what I meant, I said I live in the south, so I fooled the past.
I've always had a crush on someone like the factory father!
It's a pity that in this overhead era, there is no factory father. In fact, I quite admire my first candidate for the horse, his temperament is first-class, although the appearance is not superior, but with the temperament of the gentle Sven scum, it is really a good candidate for the must-have outfit at home. It's just that people don't like me, how many of my self-made encounters have sneered at me, and in the end I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took action to destroy my family, according to that person's plan, I planned to kill himselfใใใใใ Forget it, don't talk about it, the first love of the eldest princess of this dynasty was so happily nipped in the bud.
I heard that Fifteen complained that the broken leg has been healed, and he is currently discussing marriage on a blind date. I inquired before marriage, he didn't have any messy confidantes or anything, his temper was very good, he didn't have any bad hobbies, he was cold, this is my good mouth, but at first glance, I heard that he was going to fall to death in order to refuse marriage, I really didn't understand, I couldn't bear him to die so young, I arranged an accident myself, only to let him break his leg.
It's just that how did Yu Junshen know about the Nanyuan Racecourse?
I called January over and asked him to think about what was wrong, and asked him what tail he had left.
January looked at me with a pale face, "Master, the horse has jumped off the cliff and died, before I went crazy, I was responsible for saving people, all beards and tails, just such a porcelain bottle-like person, I can't do it, so I put people on the road to find people." โ
"And how did he break his leg?"
January looked at me innocently. I was so angry that I threw the pillow behind me, a little off, and January knelt down and took it with my face...
"There is a shortage of people in Licheng, so all five of you should go over. Don't let his people know about the first year of junior high school. There is no need to keep people from the father, and he will be sent to the queen mother. โ
January's babyface didn't save him.,It made me even more angry.,I thought I'd let them go to Mancheng after the Mid-Autumn Festival.ใใใ Never mind.
In the afternoon tea of the first day of the first day of the new year, he reported the arrangements to me, except for him, he took it upon himself to leave the eighth and twelfth of the first month to follow me, the second to the seventh day of the first month was the person given to me by my father, and it was okay to arrange it out, "It's just that there is no proud person in front of you, master, and it is difficult to deal with emergencies." "One of the two left is good at concealment, and the other is good at pinching his face and changing his face, which is really enough, and the martial arts of the first year of junior high school are enough to protect me.
"It's still the best first year of junior high school, and it's properly arranged." I was happy, "Reward! โ
Chu Yi turned around and walked away with a dark face, with the wind on his sleeves...
Soon after the eighth and twelfth days of the first month, they slipped in and reported the gossip about Yu Junshen.
My good man, this person is tougher than me, the youngest chief of the guard in the history of Qingguo, he got it himself, not from Anguo Gongyin. It's just that the person I don't like the most is all accounted for - confidantes are distributed in major red mansions...
Although I have raised a lot of beautiful boys, I have never touched my little hands!
"Change!" On a whim, I said, "Prepare the horse - the cart." Looking at my hands wrapped like rice dumplings, I shouted.
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Since the major red mansions have not yet opened, I went to the most famous Mingyue Tea House to drink tea and kill time.
"Who's in front of that guy on the other side who is secretly picking his nostrils?" I asked the twelve, who had become my maid, "Look at the good face." โ
"That's His Highness Eleven...
"Oh, yes, I said."
Opposite the teahouse is a restaurant, very famous, my own shop, I was embarrassed to eat white food, so I sat in the teahouse.
"Tell the shopkeeper that more money will be done."
"Yes," Hachi's voice came from nowhere.
"Eleven opposite, are there six sisters and seven sisters?"
"Yes"
"Lao Qi seems to have discovered me." I lifted my chin and scolded her with my mouth.
Eleven stood up and jumped through the window to leap over.
The eighth day of junior high immediately closed the window and plugged it in.
"Sister Huang, open the window!" I heard Eleven shouting outside the window.
The eighth day of the first month shook his sleeves, and the eleventh turned over and fell, and the second floor was not high, so it could not be broken.
"Eleven is getting stupid," I said.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door of the private room.
"Sister Huang is well!" The three of them saluted me.
I nodded, the seventh sister got up early impatiently, and the eleventh and sixth sisters were in order.
"Sit!"
"My two sisters and I came out to prepare a birthday gift for my mother."
Six or Seven pretended to look at the scenery on the street, and only let Eleven speak.
"Does the imperial sister have any good suggestions?"
"If you don't cause trouble, you will be blessed by Concubine Xian." I twitched the corners of my mouth.
Eleven was very aggrieved.
"There's a shop on Loncy Street that sells rare knick-knacks, you can check it out."
The three of them got out of the house satisfied. I didn't even let the eighth year of junior high school see the tea.
"Twelve follows." I spoke.
"Yes," the twelve's voice faded away.