PS1: The conscience of heaven and earth, I changed the six versions and finally sent it out, everyone should hurry up and watch it, I don't know when it will be gone.

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Zhang Ji's breakthrough was not small, which naturally alarmed the large and small forces in Xinzheng City.

As the controller of Xinzheng, Yemu was naturally the first to get the news.

Originally, it was not good news for him to have a first-class master in Xinzheng City who was not under his control, but this time he didn't care too much about it.

Although Ji Wuye was dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the salamander and the net, there was no conflict with Zhang Ji, but Zhang Ji befriended his henchman Zuo Sima Liu Yi during this time, which seemed to Ji Wuye to say that Zhang Ji was showing favor to the night.

And according to the information from Bainiao's side, the last time Zhang Ji came out of Zilanxuan, there was an extra wound in the center of his eyebrows. It is suspected that in Zilanxuan, there was a conflict with Wei Zhuang, who robbed him of his 100,000 military salaries last time. The day before, Zhang Kaidi's grandson Zhang Liang came to visit Zhang Ji, and was driven away by Zhang Ji's eviction order.

Such a person who is close to the night and at the same time has a bad relationship with the quicksand is not a threat at all in Ji Wuye's eyes.

Ji Wuye's only doubt is, why did Luo Wang waste so much effort to protect Zhang Ji?

Even if Zhang Yi had a great contribution to the Qin State back then, he would not spare no effort to protect his great-grandson.

After all, that's a first-class killer!

Such a warrior, no matter what country he is in, is one in a million, and in his opinion, he should be used to perform those more dangerous and valuable tasks, rather than being a nanny by the side of a young man.

However, as long as Zhang Ji doesn't touch the interests of the night, Ji Wuye won't spend too much energy paying attention to him.

And what about Zhang Ji at this moment, he feels refreshed after breaking through, eating deliciously, and he has stepped into the first-class realm, at least in terms of safety.

The breakthrough of internal force often leads to other exercises, such as escaping ...... Ahem, it is used for a circuitous electric light divine walk.

He is a first-class master, can this kind of thing be called escape?

As long as it's not black and white...... As long as there is no black and white Xuanjian and Wei Zhuang...... As long as it's not black and white Xuanjian, Wei Zhuang and Bloody Hou...... As long as it's not ...... Zhang Ji thought about it, and added the Reverse Scale, Hundred Birds, and the Baiyue Squad except for Flame Spirit Ji......

Well, he admits that even if he steps into the first-class realm, there seem to be quite a few people who can threaten his life. And the opponent is either a single person with a higher combat power than him, or there are more people than him, and he takes the head to fight.

The more Zhang Ji thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, so he decided to have some fun.

He asked the person in charge of the investigation in the net to draw a picture.

In the painting, a woman sits on a long carpet, with several palace lamps beside her, the soft green silk hangs down to her waist, and is inlaid by two green hair ornaments, the hair of her temples is blown by the wind, half covering her plain and white face, and her pink lips are like a snow cherry blossom with a budding branch. The orange-yellow dress is embellished with green ribbons and gold edges, which further sets off the elegance and dignity of the woman in the painting.

"It's ...... It's ......"

Mrs. Hu lightly covered her red lips, and tears flashed faintly in the corners of her eyes.

In the eyes of others, they will only sigh at the gentle and graceful temperament and heart-pounding face of the woman in the painting, but in the eyes of Madame Hu, there is only the red jade tied to the green belt.

"That's my child...... She must be my child! ”

For no reason, Mrs. Hu felt at a glance that this was her daughter who had been separated for 16 years.

Although the Fire Rain Agate is precious, when the Fire Rain Villa still existed, as long as you spend more money, you can still get it. It is not enough to prove that the woman in the painting must say that she is a mother-daughter relationship, but how does Mrs. Hu look at and feel that the woman in the painting looks like herself.

The same melon seed face as herself, narrow but soft eyebrows, and slightly raised nose are all very much like herself, and her round eyes are very similar to Li Kai when she was young.

"Madam, don't worry."

Zhang Ji pressed Mrs. Hu, who was sitting on his lap but had been rubbing wildly, and hugged her willow waist.

Mrs. Hu also noticed something, and her pretty face blushed. Although Mrs. Hu, who has been a wife for many years, has a pure heart, she is not a fool, and naturally knows what the murder weapon is against her vital place.

And she also realized that if her unintentional behavior just now was seen, it would not be too much to scold. What's more, the person behind him is still a young man of the same age as her daughter.

"I've already investigated, her name is Langyu, and now she is Zilanxuan's top Qin Ji, and her piano skills are rare in the world, so she has never had intimate contact with any man."

"And where she came from......"

Zhang Ji deliberately paused, and then gently slapped Mrs. Hu's body, but Mrs. Hu just sighed and endured Zhang Ji's play. It's just that her face is becoming more and more ruddy, as if she has exercised in the dog world, and she is still panting heavily, and her delicate body is undulating like the waves.

"Sixteen years ago, Langyu, who was still in infancy, almost died, and happened to be rescued by Zilanxuan's proprietress Zi Nu, who was raised like a sister and mother, and the fire and rain agate on her body was stuffed in swaddling clothes and worn to this day."

"She's really my daughter......"

Although Madame Hu has always believed that the woman in the painting is her daughter, there is no evidence. But the information brought by Zhang Ji proved this matter, could it be such a coincidence, sixteen years ago, there was a second baby who was stuffed into an identical piece of fire rain agate and the same broken family in the second swaddling clothes?

At the moment when she was sure that Lang Yu was her daughter, Mrs. Hu breathed a sigh of relief, but she could no longer suppress the tears in her eyes, the mist in her beautiful eyes turned into tears and flowed down, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

She was so happy, not only because she had finally found her daughter, who had been separated for sixteen years, but also because her daughter had grown into a slim, dignified and elegant woman.

A few days ago, when she learned that her daughter might be in Zilanxuan, Mrs. Hu was both happy and anxious.

What kind of place Zilanxuan is, she knows it.

Every time she and her sister Hu Meiren go to the opera garden to watch a play, she will pass by this luxurious and gorgeous Zilanxuan, she knows that it is the most famous place in the whole of South Korea, and it is a place where even dignitaries and princes compete to come and go.

As the daughter of Huoyu Gong, Mrs. Hu is also a noble daughter who is knowledgeable, and naturally hates this place that needs women to entertain people, and hates those women's lack of self-love and self-respect.

Therefore, when Mrs. Hu passed by Zilanxuan, she would often lower the curtain and sit upright at the closing ceremony, as if this thin curtain could isolate her from the beautiful sound coming from Zilanxuan.

However, she suddenly learned that her daughter was very likely to be the singer in Zilanxuan, how could she accept this?

Fortunately, his daughter only entertains people with the sound of the piano, and she is a pianist.

And a musician like a pianist was not a shameful profession in the Qin world.

In ancient times, there were boya, sub-periods, high mountains and flowing water, and the world praised them; Today, there are absenteeism, high and gradual departure, high and low, and famous all over the world.

Zhang Ji stopped Mrs. Hu's fragrant shoulder, pressed her weak and boneless back to his chest, rested his head on the fragrant shoulder, looked at the delicate and smooth jade neck, and couldn't help but sniff lightly.

It is still the fragrance of jasmine, refreshing and sweet, mixed with the quiet fragrance of the woman, obviously smelling it many times, Zhang Ji still can't help but lean in and greedily inhale this beautiful breath.

He found that he seemed to like Madame Hu more and more, unlike the cold startling salamander, and unlike the flame spirit Ji who was good at selarizing people's heartstrings and always took the initiative when getting close, Madame Hu's delicate and pure beauty was completely different from theirs.

Moreover, Mrs. Hu, who has become a wife, was toyed with by Zhang Ji in applause, which made Zhang Ji, who had been on the weak side for a long time, feel more accomplished, and wanted to completely conquer Mrs. Hu's body and mind.

"Ma'am, do you want to make a new deal?"

Zhang Ji looked at Mrs. Hu with a smile on her fair skin, as if she was covered with a layer of pink veil.

Zhang Ji's voice like a demon whispering in her ear shocked Mrs. Hu's delicate body, and reason told her that Zhang Ji's story and transaction was a bottomless pit, and sooner or later her whole person would be trapped in it, and as long as she stopped trading with Zhang Ji now, she could completely cut off contact with Zhang Ji.

Otherwise, what face will she have to see her daughter in the future?

Do you want to tell her that in order to find you, your mother is the same as the Qinglou woman she has always looked down on, and she does not hesitate to entertain people and sell her body?

But the content of Zhang Ji's transaction has never been something she can refuse.

Although Zhang Ji did not say the content of the transaction in advance this time, another voice in her heart kept telling her that this transaction was very important.

"I'm just asking, it's nothing, it's a big deal, it's just not a big deal."

Thinking so, Mrs. Hu asked in a low voice, "What deal?" ”

Zhang Ji chuckled lightly and pulled the pretty face of Mrs. Hu in his arms: "Madame is really forgetful." ”

"Have you forgotten that your husband, Lord Zuo Sima, has most likely discovered that Lang Yu is your daughter's identity?"

Madame Hu was shocked, she was carried away by the joy, and she had forgotten such an important matter. After being reminded by Zhang Ji, the joy of her daughter's lost and regained was also washed away, and she even became more worried.

If Liu Yiqiang wants to make jade, a mere song and dance workshop, even if there are so many dignitaries and nobles, can he be tough enough to beat South Korea's Zuo Sima?

"You have a way!"

Mrs. Hu was rarely smart, thinking that since Zhang Ji mentioned this matter and used it as a transaction, then he definitely had a way to protect Lang Yu from being bullied by Liu Yi.

"I naturally have a way, but this time, what kind of price do you plan to pay, madam?"

Mrs. Hu's mind was driven by Zhang Ji, yes, what price can she pay?

She has been held in Zhang Ji's arms and played at will, and she still owes him three kisses, and then she can only ......

"Don't worry, ma'am."

Zhang Ji wrapped one hand around Mrs. Hu's waist, and gently stroked Mrs. Hu's delicate and smooth face with the other, but this sentence of "rest assured" not only did not reassure Mrs. Hu, but made her even more worried.

"I won't force Madame, you and me to do the courtesy of Zhou Gong."

Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes moved, and she looked at Zhang Ji in surprise.

She was puzzled, if not to force herself to ...... with him What else is there in him that is worth plotting?

The corners of Zhang Ji's mouth curled slightly, and the hand that caressed Mrs. Hu's cheek tapped the delicate red lips, leaning on Mrs. Hu's fragrant shoulder and whispering.

"Please Madame put out the fire for me."

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PS3: It's late today, sorry.

After a whole day of business during the day, the company successfully negotiated an order of millions before getting off work in the afternoon, but was pulled to dinner in the evening. At the wine table, that group of Shandong customers is really ...... The 52-degree sauce fragrant Moutai was drunk as white water, and even though my cuffs and neckline were soaked, I drank it twice and vomited...... In the future, I really don't dare to drink with Shandong people anymore, it's too long-lived.