Cuiya?

Who is it.

Such a down-to-earth name.

It's a woman, Gui Yu thought.

Could it be that there is something messy with the uncle?

Jun Moyan took the letterhead, and only then did he want to open it to see, so he swept to Gui Yuxi and squinted his eyes to see, Jun Moyan pushed the head of the little noodle melon far away with one hand, and quickly glanced at it: "Let's go, go to Xianghe Village." ”

"Lord, when are you going?"

"Now."

"Okay, lord, I'll go prepare the horse now."

"Uncle, why are you going? I'm going too. Gui Yuxi tugged on Jun Moyan's sleeve.

"This is the king's private matter, what are you going to do?" Jun Moyan obviously didn't want to take her.

The more you don't dare to take her, the more it means that you are tired.

"Uncle, I'm not your favorite melon anymore." Gui Yuxi shook his sleeve.

"Not today." Jun Moyan lifted the claws of the little melon and strode out.

Hum.

There must be something greasy.

You won't let me go, I'm going to go.

"Who's rare, huh." Gui Yu struck the west with a loud voice.

It was noon, the sun was like fire, and the hot sun was like a girl's fiery belly pocket roasting on people's faces, dazzling and suffocating.

"Lord Wang, get into the carriage, the carriage has prepared melons, fruits, pears, peaches, and ice buckets." The housekeeper said, he personally drove the horse as a coachman.

Jun Moyan sighed and leaned on the carriage to take a nap.

As everyone knows, after they left, Xiao Mian Gua quietly followed.

"Lord Wang, Xianghe Village won't arrive until night, there is a tea shop here, let's have a cup of tea." The housekeeper said, "Lord Wang, wait in the car, I'll go buy tea." ”

On both sides of the tree-lined road, many hawkers will open a simple tea shop on both sides in order to make some money from passers-by.

"Little beggar, get out, what are you doing here? Don't get in the way of my business, my body stinks in the summer. When Xiao Er turned around, he found a beggar in tattered clothes squatting in front of the shop.

"I want tea too." The little beggar said, poor Baba.

"Drink what,." The little two are fierce.

The little beggar pursed his lips, stuck out his tongue and ran under Jun Moyan's carriage...... Lying on your stomach.

The housekeeper held the teacup: "Lord Wang, the tea is here." ”

The tea hasn't been delivered to Jun Moyan yet.

Out of thin air, a little beggar's claw suddenly snatched the teacup away, and drank it heartily.

"Eh, what's the matter with you little beggar, how can you rob someone else of tea to drink." The housekeeper is very angry.

"Butler, it's okay, it's important to hurry." Jun Moyan's deep voice sounded.

The housekeeper glanced at the little beggar angrily: "Good luck for you." ”

"Drive ......" the steward took the reins of the horse and drove forward.

Huh? How do you feel like the carriage is getting heavier?

Huh? How do you feel like there's a lot of noise in the carriage.

An idea arose in the butler's heart, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Got an assassin?

He's already figured out how to die.

Either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather, he must pose the most handsome POSS, block the chest of the prince, and die for the prince.

He stopped the carriage and slammed the curtain: "Well, put down my master, what is coming at me." ”

And then...... He froze.

It turns out that not all killers are fatal, and occasionally there are robbers.

This is equivalent to "Journey to the West" that not all goblins want to eat Tang Seng's meat, and some want to marry Tang Seng.

For example, the little beggar in front of me, well, was dressed in tattered clothes and had messy hair.

Unexpectedly! Correct! Press! At! King! Father! Body! Above!