The next generation was afraid of annoying the prince, so they did not wait for the son's instructions, so they unloaded more than 100 bags of grain from the car and carried them into the granary of the palace, and piled up the granary of the palace, which could be eaten by more than 100 people up and down the palace for a while. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

After Fu Bo counted the bags of grain piled up, he handed Shui Zhihan a sign of the palace, on which he wrote how many bags of grain had entered the palace. This is a sign of acceptance: "Childe, the amount of grain in the warehouse is accurate, thank you Gongzi for thinking about the palace and sending the best fresh rice." Childe has worked hard all the way, and the night is dark, please go into the backyard to rest, okay? ”

Shui Zhihan pursed his lips lightly, and said to Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, I have something important to do, please arrange for these mansion men to rest in the backyard." They worked hard. "Motioned to Fauber to arrange.

Shui Zhihan's compassion for his subordinates made Fu Bo very grateful, he was in awe of Gongzi, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted Gongzi: "Yes, do as Gongzi orders." ”

So he took twenty or thirty sturdy servants to the backyard to rest, these people sweated like rain while working, worked hard, after the work was done, tired and exhausted, their clothes were soaked and attached to their bodies, they touched the sweat on their faces one by one, they dragged their tired steps, followed Fubo into the backyard to rest.

After Shui Zhihan saw that they were settled, the black robe was wrapped in the cold wind, and he immediately went to the backyard to pick up a good horse, turned over on the horse, and melted into the night in the black robe.

The distance between the palace and the county lord's mansion was too far, and the distance between them was a day, and no matter how fast he was, he couldn't rush over and fulfill his promise.

Shui Zhihan looked at the stars in the sky, the moon had already risen on the patio, and it was time for the sub-hour. This hour is Ziwei's fifteenth birthday, and fifteen years old means that the county lord has reached the end of her life.

Where is the county lord at this time?

Is it waiting for him!

Is it possible?

His dark and deep eyes looked at the stars, and there were stars in his eyes. The smooth and fair face is full of angular coldness.

began to wave the reins and slap the horse's buttocks, Shui Zhihan, dressed in black, rode on the snow-white BMW with his black hair raised behind him, and the BMW raised its four hooves and drove on the official road.

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the night, and a black and white figure quickly disappeared on the official road and ran westward. Embarked on the way home.

After a day's journey, the BMW ran at a gallop and ran back to the house in the middle of the night, and when I returned to the house, it was already dawn.

When the subordinate saw that the son had returned home, he was very surprised, and he did not dare to guess the whereabouts of the master, so he took the horse whip and led the horse to the stable to feed the horse.

Shui Zhihan ignored his fatigue, dressed in a black robe, with a black face, and the sound of white deerskin boots stepping on the pebbles, startled the busy subordinates in the morning far away, and saw Shui Gongzi going towards Qi Gongzi's yard, with inexplicable worry on his face.

Far away, before entering the courtyard, I saw Jia Qi sitting leisurely on the bamboo bed, and there were two bowls of steaming porridge on the table opposite.

Seeing the vermilion lacquered wooden door tightly closed, his heart chuckled.

It is estimated that the vermilion wooden door was not opened last night, and the beautiful scenery flashed in his mind one by one, and he looked down on this jade-like son a little in his heart, and he couldn't escape the fate of the hero's sad beauty, and was willing to bow down under the pomegranate skirt and become her husband.

The image of the personable son in the past has been greatly discounted.

Hum!

Like Nanning's husband, in order to be jealous for a night, he did not hesitate to use all kinds of tricks. Come to please Nanning's joy, if a man reaches this point, he will fall to the point of hopelessness.

If you like her, let it be clear, why bother to break him up, and have a good night, and not get up, and put breakfast outside, and wait for her to get up, and wait for her to get up, and wait for her to be very meticulous, for whom do all this be done?

Hum!

Hum!

He snorted twice in a row from his nasal cavity, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his thick eyebrows and sword eyebrows were wrinkled, showing the dissatisfaction in his heart.

A cold air surging around him, as if feeling the invasion of the cold, Jia Qi put down the book in his hand, looked up, his warm face swelled with joy, a smile appeared on his face, he hurriedly got up and gave way to his seat, and elegantly lifted the wide sleeves of his robe up, under the cover of the sleeves of the robe, revealing his white slender five fingers, and pointed to the seat: "Gongzi is tired of boats and horses, the wind and dust on the road are hard, please sit down and have breakfast." ”

Shui Zhihan stood in place, staring at Jia Qi coldly, his eyes seemed to tell him: Other people are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you, you better stop playing tricks in front of me, trick me, a manly man, you can kill and not be humiliated, otherwise I will be unkind to you.

A hint of coldness flashed in his cold eyes, how could these subtle changes get out of his sight, with his intelligence and wisdom, he definitely understood that he was stubbornly trying to win back the man's self-esteem at this time.

He was fully prepared to give him a satisfactory statement on this. Jia Qi smiled gently: "Childe, please take a seat, I asked someone to prepare breakfast for you this night, and it has been heating in the pot repeatedly." ”

Jia Qi paused for a while, observing the change in the expression on Shui Zhihan's face, seeing that he had not changed at all, knowing that he still believed a little, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued while the iron was hot: "As soon as you enter the mansion, someone will tell me immediately, and I will order someone to bring you the hot porridge." You see, the porridge is still hot. Take a seat and drink it while it's hot. ”

Shui Zhihan's body still didn't move, standing in front of him like a god. The cold eyes fell on the steaming lean porridge.

Hunt Qi chuckled, knowing that he had a heresy in his heart. Everyone in the house knows that lean porridge is the county lord's favorite, and when he gets up in the morning, the cook must prepare a bowl of lean porridge for the county lord.

Last time, Jia Qi's wrist was cut off, and the county lord specially cooked for him to make lean porridge, and personally brought it to him, and the people in the house talked about it for a long time. In addition, no son has ever eaten lean porridge again.

Now, the bowl of lean porridge in front of him was either arranged by the county lord to reward Jia Qi and reward him for his meritorious work in sleeping last night, or Jia Qi to please the county lord and order the cook to make it, and wait for the county lord to get up early and then personally serve her.

The waiter is in place.

Hum!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his cold fingers were pulled into his sleeves, pinched the thorny roses, and gently twisted the petals on his fingertips, the petals shattered at his fingertips, and slid down with the edge of the wide sleeves of his robe and sprinkled on the white deer boots, which looked very eye-catching.

Shui Zhihan was dressed a little strangely, he used to be dressed in black, wrapped in black clothes, black clothes, black robes and black boots, and his face was blue with black clothes. The overall feeling is that it is cold to the bones.

But today I saw him in black clothes and black robes, wearing a pair of white deer boots on his feet, after a heavy rain last night, the horse in the process of galloping, brought up mud and splashed on the white deer boots, covered with a layer of gray, lost its original appearance, giving people a sense of chaos, very incongruous.

Chapter 236: A Leaf Zhiqiu:/

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