Shopkeeper Wang could only continue to appease, but today Mr. Qian was particularly impatient.

"I don't care, you have to find out the people for Ben Gongzi today! Otherwise, I'll let my uncle raid your shop. ”

Qian Gongzi's uncle was the general of the garrison in Lincheng, and the troops of the three nearby cities were all under his control.

"Oops! This is unacceptable, you and our host have been friends for many years, for the sake of our host."

"I'm just looking at Zhong Min's face!" He puffed up, "Otherwise, I would have smashed your shop a long time ago." ”

The shopkeeper kept wiping his sweat, "I'll go back and ask the owner, I must find that gentleman, okay?" ”

Qian Gongzi is still not satisfied, not for the bookstore, but for the person who wrote the book!

"How can there be such a hateful person? is writing to the key place, can he still pull half of the without him? I'm so angry, has Yutao been bullied by that dead eunuch! ”

is writing that the old eunuch coveted the beauty of the palace maid Yu Tao, and she was stunned, and her hands touched Yu Tao's face, and the back line of big words, 'I want to know what happened next, and look at the next decomposition.' ’。

He wanted to break down the author!

It's a pity that there is no blade function yet, and the white ash can be safe and sound.

She wanted to go to the town to have a look, but just as she was about to go out, she was caught by Song Li.

I knew you were going to skip class again!

"Where are you going?"

"Ahem that"

"Don't try to pretend to be sick, do you have an opinion about me?"

Bai Ash hurriedly shook his head.

"Is that because I didn't teach well in class?"

She continued to shake her head.

"Then why skip class?" Song Li gritted his teeth, "You said you wanted to listen to history books, I will tell you history books, have you ever seen such a good gentleman as me?" ”

Bai Ash was very helpless, so he could only propose, "Sir, you have been in class for so many days, and you are tired, why don't you go to the town today to buy some paper and pencils, and I will invite you to dinner." ”

Song Li: You still want to hang out!

"Okay, let's go."

I'd like to see what's in town hooking you up and running over and over again without going to class.

When he arrived in the town, Bai Ash proposed to go eat something first, but Song Li was very disgusted with the chaos stall and insisted on going to the restaurant next to him.

Seeing her sit down as usual, Song Li was very disappointed, the disciple had fallen, he was obviously poor and borrowed food from his neighbors to eat, and he still pretended to be a big sum in front of him.

He'd seen it with his own eyes, and this guy borrowed a bag of food from his neighbor every few days.

In order to teach her a lesson, Song Li ordered four dishes in one go.

"Sir, are we done with all the orders?"

"What? If you don't want to have a treat, forget it, Mr. will pay for it himself. ”

"It's okay, I'll please." If you can't finish eating, you can pack it back, just to save yourself thinking about how to cook all day long.

The history of white ash cooking is full of tragedy.

The food she made was just barely palatable, she had lost weight this month, if it weren't for the close view, to monitor the male and female protagonists, she would have moved to the town a long time ago.

While eating, suddenly a voice shouted in surprise, "Uncle Cousin! ”

White Ash can't wait to stuff his face into the bowl, which is caught by the reader?

"Why are you here?" Song Li made a straight face, "Aren't you studying in the academy?" Skipping class in broad daylight? ”

Song Zhengxing: Aren't you skipping class the same? Do you remember being a gentleman?

"Uncle Cousin, everyone is worried about your life in that rural place, so let's go home."

"I don't."

He approached, sat down next to him unceremoniously, and asked Xiao Er to bring him another pair of chopsticks, pick up a chicken leg and eat it.

Halfway through his nibble, he suddenly thought of something and looked at the little girl next to him

Why is the back so familiar?

"Ahh He exclaimed, "It's you!" ”

"Shouting what?" Song Li was dissatisfied, "Have you forgotten the etiquette you were taught before?" ”

He looked at Song Li stiffly, and his head was a barrage of frantically swiping the screen.

'My day! It turned out that the book was written by my cousin.

'Cousin, you secretly wrote a script and didn't tell me. ’

If you've written it, why don't you keep writing it!' Didn't grandpa say that you can't do things halfway?'

If you don't finish writing the whole text to me, I'll tell the whole family that you are secretly writing yellow texts! ’

Song Zhengxing, who felt that he had caught his uncle's handle, showed an obscene smile.

"Hey, hey, uncle, I can't imagine it, seeing that you are usually serious, it turns out that you are also a fellow practitioner."

Song Li: ???

Bai Shen put down his chopsticks, "Sir, I'm going to Wang's house to have a look, you talk to this one first, and I'll come over in a while." ”

Song Li nodded secretly, this student finally has a bit of a brain, and he knows that he won't pay the bill if he runs away after eating.

"Okay, you go, let's wait for you in the teahouse next to us after eating, you come back quickly," he thought of something, "By the way, don't always ask people for money." ”

"Got it."

As soon as Bai Shen left, Song Zhengxing unceremoniously grabbed Song Li, flipped through his sleeves and collar, and searched for them all, but he didn't turn to the follow-up of the script.

"Uncle Cousin! What about the script? ”

"What script?" Song Li pushed him away, "Speak well, what's wrong with you today?" I was embarrassed to say anything about you in front of outsiders just now, why is there no politeness at all? ”

Song Zhengxing smiled, "Don't pretend, I've found out, what else are you pretending?" ”

He was about to rummage through Song Li's clothes again, but was knocked hard by Song Li, "Sit down, tell me clearly, what are you looking for?" ”

"Follow-up to the book, even if you are my own uncle, I have to say, you are too inauthentic, and you are writing to stop at the key place, I saw that several classmates want to find you anxious and can't sleep well."

"What kind of script are you talking about?"

Song Zhengxing lowered his voice, "Of course, it's the two or three things about me and the former queen mother." ”

As he spoke, he took out the book from his arms, "Uncle Cousin, you know so much, you used to pretend to be Sven, hehehe." ”

Song Li automatically filtered the words of this mentally handicapped nephew, opened the book and read a few pages, and his face turned red, "You actually read this kind of book?" If it is known, our Song family's face will be lost by you! ”

Song Zhengxing: You, the book writer, are embarrassed to scold me?

"What kind of eyes are you?" Song Li couldn't wait to tear the book up, "Why do you think I wrote this book?" ”

Song Zhengxing stretched out his hand and pointed to the position next to him, "That girl was there last time I was in the shopkeeper's place."

He briefly recounted, and Song Li was silent after listening.

Attaboy!

actually let me be blackened for her, no wonder she had to invite me to dinner today

The table next to me listened for a long time, and when he saw that there was no sound here, he hurriedly came over, "Zhengxing, introduce your cousin to us, and he will write it out in the future, so we can have a sneak peek." ”

Song Li: Now that they say they don't know anything, can they believe it?

"She is from the village, and she wants to study very much, so she goes to a private school to learn a few words."

Song Zhengxing nodded, "I understand, so let her help you sell the script, and you will not be discovered." ”

"I really didn't write it, I don't even know if the girl wrote it."

Song Zhengxing: Don't make trouble with Uncle Cousin, she has only been studying for a few days, and she is still a teenager, even if she can write those words, can she be proficient in so many postures?

Impossible.

Song Zhengxing's friend next to him hugged his shoulder, "Uncle Cousin, don't worry, we will never say it, after all, writing a script is insulting, we can understand it." ”

Song Zhengxing pushed away his friend dissatisfiedly, "That's my cousin." ”

"Hey, hey, everyone's cousin."