Wen Shilang raised his eyes, and the grievances on his face became even stronger.

Since Su Mo'er didn't ask.

He could only take the initiative to explain.

"You can help me."

"What can I help you? I don't have that ability. "If you have the ability, how can you stay in Liujiatun all the time.

Su Mo'er didn't even ask what she could do.

After all, it has something to do with Rong Ke,

Not very easy to explain.

"My sister said that if you owe her, you have to help her."

"When do I owe her ......"

Su Mo'er said halfway through her words and slowly closed her mouth.

If you really get to the bottom of it, it seems that you really sold people once.

Wrong.

Su Mo'er lowered her head, and suddenly she didn't want to speak.

"Sister Su, help, get my sister out of the palace, you tell me about the regent a eunuch, why are there so many beauties in the backyard, my sister is good-looking and is jealous, she went to the capital for a few months, she was poisoned seven or eight times, there is arsenic, rat poison, sterilization medicine, ......"

"Wait......"

Su Mo'er's head is a little big.

Glancing left and right.

None of the people on the side paid any attention to this.

"How dare you say that?"

"Hmm." Must dare to say.

If you don't say anything, you'll suffocate to death.

The regent really has a way of dealing with people.

He was able to get out this time, probably because the regent turned a blind eye and didn't pursue the matter too much.

Otherwise, if the regent really wants to find someone, is it that troublesome?

It is said that the little emperor also disappeared, wasn't he still found by the regent?

"Two, the wontons are up." It was a young man who helped the ravioli-seller.

With a bare head and a few ring scars, he is a monk who is still a monk in a nearby temple.

Because she saw less, Su Mo'er took a few more looks.

"Thank you." As a result, there was a large bowl of wontons, and Su Mo'er hurriedly thanked her.

"Don't be polite."

"......" Su Mo'er almost laughed.

It's already vulgar, and it's said that the donor.

What a donor! Where did the donor come from?

"Sister Su, can you help?" As Wen Shiro spoke, he began to be coquettish.

The boy is good-looking.

When you are coquettish, you are soft and cute.

Su Moer's girlish heart was almost moved.

"What are you going me to help with?"

"Do you need a maid? Your family will definitely not be busy, does the little guy also need it, as long as you can get my sister out of the palace, our sister and brother will treat you as a cow and a horse. ”

"......" Wen Jiuniang's temperament would be a maid for others?

If she believes it, she will be a fool, probably trying to use her to escape from the capital.

"No, I don't have that ability."

"What you have, you have to believe in yourself."

"I'm sorry, I'm really not very confident yet." If it's a trivial matter, it has nothing to do with Wen Jiuniang, so she will help if she helps.

But who is Wen Jiuniang?

The proud girl of the sky, with a golden finger on her body.

Even in the backyard of the palace......

Even if he was poisoned and murdered.

No, it's still hard. I've survived until now.

A person like Rong Ke can be said to be missing, Wen Jiuniang has a spiritual spring and space on her body, and she may not be able to say what role it will play at some point.

Such a person, even if Rong Ke doesn't like it, he won't let people kill him.

So......

Or.

Wen Jiuniang was killed several times, but Rong Ke just wanted to clean up the backyard.

Thinking of this, Su Mo'er hooked her finger at Wen Shilang: "Ask you a question." ”

"Ahh

"Is the woman in Rong Ke's backyard good-looking?"

"Beautiful!"

Wen Shilang nodded.

The face turned red in an instant.

Looking at Wen Shilang's appearance, if this young man was not transferred in the backyard. play, Su Moer absolutely doesn't believe it.

"What's so good-looking?" Is it a country or a moon or a moon.

"It's that big!" Wen Juro's voice was exaggerated.

Pointing to his flat chest.

As he spoke, he glanced at Su Mo'er.

There seemed to be disgust in his eyes.

Disliked......

The corners of Su Mo'er's mouth twitched wildly.

Such a small child likes a big one.

What kind of woman do you like to look for so much, go for milk!

"Okay, okay, don't make a gesture, hurry up and eat yours." Su Mo'er pushed the bowl opposite to Wen Shilang.

……

Wen Shilang's eyes flashed.

Keep your findings in mind.

Bow your head and start eating ravioli.

The wontons in Lucheng County are still so delicious.

A few pennies is a big bowl.

If it is placed in the capital, such a big bowl, so much quantity, and thin skin and meat, you can't get it without ten cents.

The same wontons, if placed in a restaurant in the capital. It can even be sold for a tael of silver for a high price.

I thought of what I saw and heard in the capital.

Wen Juro's determination to be a chef has become even stronger.

In addition to being a chef, is there any profession in the world that can eat delicious food all over the world?

Two people hold spoons, drink two mouthfuls of soup, and eat a ravioli.

When eating, no one talked about the capital.

The soup in the bowl was drunk.

It's time to continue.

Su Mo'er didn't want to talk about this kind of thing that could lose her head at any time at the wonton stall.

Glancing at Wen Shilang: "Change places." ”

"Oh."

Onjuro nodded.

was taken to the hot pot shop by Su Moer.

The shopkeeper of the hot pot shop heard Xiao Er say that Su Mo'er was coming, and immediately walked down from the upper floor.

Though......

Su Mo'er didn't look for him.

However, everyone is coming, how can they not see each other.

"What are you doing here, it's hard for you to eat this." Wen Shilang found a table and helped Su Mo'er pull out a chair.

The boy understands quite well.

Knowing that this kind of place has come, I offer to pull a chair.

In addition to the cleaning Xiao Er in this hot pot shop, there is not a single guest.

For this reality, Su Mo'er has long accepted it.

People open stores for interest, and they don't expect to make money from this.

"Miss Su is here?"

"Shopkeeper Tong?"

I saw the shopkeeper standing on the stairs.

Su Mo'er's eyes narrowed.

This shopkeeper Tong is not shallow in her pit!

Such a long time was enough for her to figure out that Rong Ke's true handiwork, even if she went to the pawnshop, she could exchange it for a hundred taels of silver.

Not to mention the copybook.

If you really went to the pawnshop, you would have had a lot of income in the first place.

The shopkeeper Tong actually lied to her, saying that she could only exchange a few taels of silver in the pawnshop.

also poked this matter into Rong Ke's ear.

……

Hehe!

"Eh, why did my stomach hurt suddenly, I'm sorry Miss Su, you just sit down, Xiao Er will bring you tea and pour water, and say goodbye first." After the shopkeeper Tong finished speaking, he ran out.

Hunched over and clutching his stomach.

At first glance, it really looks like diarrhea.

Hehe, Rong Ke's people are really all drama spirits.

Su Mo'er followed and was about to run to the backyard.

Wen Shilang reached out and grabbed Su Mo'er.

"Do you want to run?"

"No, I'll go to the yard and have a look."

"Don't go."

For those who have been waiting for a long time in the county seat, Wen Shilang will not let Su Mo'er show his eyelids no matter what.

"I said, I really can't save your sister, if it's something else, such as helping you raise a son, or helping you find a daughter-in-law, it's easy to say, you let me go to the capital to get your sister out, I don't have the ability."

"......" Wen Shilang did not speak.

Just follow Su Mo'er.

The eye-catching, pitiful, like an abandoned little milk dog.

Su Mo'er stomped her foot.

"No way, no way!" Unwavering, never change your mind.

was pulled by Wen Shilang, and the shopkeeper Tong had already run away without a shadow.

Su Mo'er couldn't break free of Wen Shilang.

Returning to his original seat, An An sat down separately.

"Xiao Er Shang tea, the best tea."

"Okay!"

Xiao Er heard Su Mo'er's greeting.

Immediately walked to the back kitchen.

Walked out with a purple clay pot.

"It is suitable for white tea in spring, this is our shopkeeper's collection, and Miss Su uses it slowly."

The teapot and the small stove are ready with water.

Xiao Er returned to where he should have been.

Wen Shilang didn't like this hot pot shop very much, and if he had a choice, he wouldn't want to talk in such a place.

After all, last time I was brought to this place by the Regent's people to stay in this place for a few days.

In other words, this is the regent's land, and whatever he says will be heard. ‘

The gaze that fell on Su Mo'er was not only grievances, but also grievances.

He felt.

Su Mo'er did it on purpose.

Deliberately didn't want him to talk much.

I found it here.

Su Mo'er lit the charcoal of the small stove, put the purple clay pot into it, took out an appropriate amount of white tea, poured in water, and boiled it.

Su Moer is not very particular about how to drink firewood.

What is the first tea soup, and what is sweet in the mouth......

I don't care.

As long as it can moisten the throat and relieve cough, as long as it can reduce swelling and lose weight, it is a good tea.

"Try it, it's said to be good." The tea was boiling, and Su Mo'er brought Wen Shilang a cup.

Wen Shilang has something hidden in his heart, and he doesn't care like Su Mo'er.

As long as I think that Wen Jiuniang is alone in the capital, and she will be hurt from time to time, I feel sad and distressed.

"......" Su Mo'er has no way to talk to Wen Shilang.

If she really went to the capital, would she be able to come back?

Probably will live next door with Wen Jiuniang.

Every day when it's okay, I have to fight with those women and tear it up.

Just thinking about it makes her feel hopeless, if she has a choice, she still likes her current life.

It is much easier to make a fortune and survive than to fight in the house.

Su Mo'er drank the tea provided by the hot pot shop, and there were not many words on her lips, but her head never stopped.

"My sister doesn't have a son, and neither do I, so I don't need your help to raise it."

Wen Juro said.

Su Mo'er put down the tea bowl in her hand, and the tea was a little prickly to drink.

"I really don't have that much status in the eyes of the regent."

"Yes, Tong Xiaoyu said that if it were you, the prince would definitely consider it."

"How old is Tong Xiaoyu?" Su Mo'er asked.

"Five-year-old, four-year-old?"

"You believe what a child says."

"It's because it's a child that you can believe it, but if it's an adult, you can't believe it." Wen Shilang's words said this, and there was a little more accusation in his eyes when he looked at Su Mo'er.

Su Mo'er supported her forehead......

Wen Shilang's current posture, how can she be so weak-hearted.

I always feel like a scumbag.