117. Ghostwriter

The river breeze brought a hint of coolness, which was melted away by the burning bonfire.

The steward alone gave a penny.

The peasants had just finished eating the meat rewarded by the nobles, and they were all happy to get the money that could make the family live for more than half a month.

Chu Xujun: "Thank you for your hard work. Today is my whim, and everyone suffers. I hope to leave here and forget what I saw and heard here. If there is a rumor of it, it doesn't matter who it is, one or two here, and all of them will suffer together. Remember."

When the peasants heard this, they thought to themselves, isn't it just that the female doll is overplaying, and they feel ashamed, and this has cost more than money, and they have to mention a few words, and turn around and let them not talk outside.

The steward understood what the female prince meant, and after pulling these people down, he beat them again, and came back and asked, "Female son, what should we do with the rest of these things?"

"After a hard day's work, go down and rest."

The steward was surprised, those peasants didn't think that the son-in-law was messing around, but the steward was like a mirror in his heart, these must not be small things: "Let's just let it go? Son-in-law, clay pots and bamboo mats are ordinary objects in our eyes, but they can also be exchanged for money, and if they are taken away, they will be busy in vain."

The plain-clothed man added a handful of firewood to the bonfire: "Come back, I'll watch here."

Steward: "Mr. Peach, how do you do this?"

"Since I want to drink your daughter-in-law's soy milk and bean curd, then I have to do it." The plain man glanced at his friend and the beautiful doll in turn.

Chu Xujun's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he was very pleasant: "I wonder if Mr. wants to drink ice or warm tomorrow?" Is it sweetened?"

The man in plain clothes: "I can do it when the beautiful doll looks at it."

Chu Xujun: "Don't worry about the bamboo in the river for now, soak it for a longer time. If the sun is strong tomorrow, the bamboo mat will be moved into the shade, and I think there will be someone available."

Fang Cai Wei Ling disappeared for a while later, and she guessed it, so she dared to let all the peasants go back.

The plain-clothed man waved his hand, looking very impatient.

Wei Ling picked up the nest, and Chu Xujun immediately followed.

The pink and white dumplings have been sleeping for a long time, and they should be hungry, and they don't know which kind of milk they prefer, and the bamboo in the vicinity is afraid that it will not be enough to eat for a few days in two or three months.

This is a national treasure cub who went bankrupt after going abroad!

Seeing that Mei Doll Xin followed his friend away, the plain-clothed man didn't see it, so he lit a bonfire and drew the bamboo mat in front of him, he wanted to see what these simple things would look like after they dried overnight.

He had to be the first to see.

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The small nest of the pink and white dumplings is a bamboo basket, and the straw is padded under the head and an old silk jacket is added, but fortunately it is summer, and keeping warm is not a problem.

Back to the pigeon villa, Xi Mei spent a lot of effort to clean up the room, after ventilation, there was no coolness of Yu Pavilion's natural air conditioning, for the sake of the red panda cubs, Chu Xujun did not let Xi Mei put ice in the house.

Taking advantage of the time to prepare the bath water, Chu Xujun took out the letter that had been put for a day.

The only daughter of Jeju Confucian, Yin Yue's small characters are very well written, and she has a smart demeanor, and she actually has a bit of the style of the thin gold body of later generations.

In ancient times, the original big seal, small seal to Lishu, all pay attention to the simple and heavy, the atmosphere is soothing, this small character is the word in the boudoir, Chu Xujun saw it very much.

"The eldest lady of the Chu family is healthy.

A month ago, I was warned by my sister, and my mother was fortunately unharmed. The great grace is not grateful, and the month is remembered.

The mother of the family is also quite grateful, and the family hopes that the sister of the Chu family will come to Jeju as soon as possible.

This pigeon actually has this skill, my sister is erudite, and she is ashamed to read books shallowly.

Taste the soybeans, it is very refreshing, my sister is ingenious, and I am fortunate to have a friend......

The soft girl heroine's language is not awkward, Chu Xujun read it back and forth a few times, mainly chatting, and did not elaborate on how Yin's mother Zou was saved, thinking that it was because she still didn't trust the pigeon.

Yin Yue didn't say that she and her mother's thank-you gifts were already on the way, except for a lot of objects, and there was a letter in the cage to say it in detail.

Chu Xujun was anxious to know the specific situation, and the letter was definitely returned, but it was just his own words...... Her unfinished calligraphy is really infuriating.

"Huh~" The pink and white dumplings on the side turned over, and Chu Xujun was distracted.

Ximei prepared water, and Chu Xujun asked the maid to bathe while thinking about how to reply to the letter.

Lying in the big wooden barrel, she realized that she could use the shorter wooden barrel to hold the wheat straw paste, and the clay pot could not stir it vigorously.

Anyway, it's the first time I've done it, and the next trip must be better.

When she came out of the big wooden barrel, Ximei took the handkerchief and slowly wringed her waist-high black hair one by one.

Chu Xujun was lying on the wide couch.

Ximei quickly got started and helped the son-in-law to loosen her back and shoulders.

The strength of the vigorous girl, when she pressed // Mo, Chu Xujun couldn't put it down, and basically laid the position of Ximei's first personal maid, and no one could replace her.

When Chu Xujun was drowsy, there was a knock on the door: "Xujun, have you slept?"

Ximei suddenly showed displeasure, this General Wei is outside, not close to women, and his reputation is so good, how can he see her daughter-in-law, he is like a bear and can't walk.

Sticking outside all day during the day and knocking on the door at night?

Chu Xujun didn't know what the personal girl thought, and she was also waiting for Wei Ling.

Putting on a coat, Chu Xujun spoke: "Come in."

Seeing Ximei's dark face, Chu Xujun coaxed her away: "I want to drink a cup of milk."

Ximei saluted: "Wait a minute, son-in-law."

She opened the door in a huff, and left without giving General Wei Ling a good look.

Wei Ling, who has always been too popular, didn't expect that his (fake) fiancée could remain calm in the face of him, and even her girl couldn't give herself a good face, which was really fresh.

"The general came just in time, can you help me write a letter?" Chu Xujun also thought about it, it was not good to let Wei Ling, a big man, help him write a letter in the boudoir.

But in front of the soft girl, Chu Xujun's burden cannot be lost. Yin's ancestors are all Confucians, and she also wants her younger brother in the family to see the world in the past, if it is because of her words, Yin Yue feels that the Chu family's style of writing is not good, and the gains outweigh the losses.

As for why her letter is Wei Ling's font, it's a big deal that she will practice according to Wei Ling's font in the future.

After all, there is an unmarried couple with a "marriage contract".

Wei Ling always knew that his little fiancée was very interesting, but he thought about it as a play, or the first day of his experience: "The general can't. Wei Ling can.".

Chu Xujun didn't quite understand Wei Ling's concern for the salute: "Then please Wei Ling."

Wei Ling is a very qualified ghostwriter, Chu Xujun said a sentence, he wrote a sentence, without asking the reason, without exploring privacy, and without worrying that he would go out and talk nonsense.

This is the person who was chosen by the future British master, and with Zhu Qi's suspicious temperament, he can hand over his entire wealth to Wei Ling, so he knows that this person is reliable.

"Take a look." Wei Ling wrote it and blew it.

After Chu Xujun took it, he glanced at it a few times and gave it a thumbs up.

The words are good, concise and to the point, Yin Yue will definitely feel that the Chu family's literary style is rigorous and qualified, and they are qualified to be the children of their Jeju Confucian.

Wei Ling didn't know why, so he gave a thumbs up and asked, "What does this mean?"

Chu Xujun smiled: "It's good, it's great."

Wei Ling laughed.

Chu Xujun put away the letter, sat down in front of the desk, and spoke, "Can you tell me about Mr. Tao's situation now?"

After bathing, the girl's snow skin is pink, her lips are not dotted, exuding a natural and fresh body fragrance, with the floral fragrance of sweet fruits, and she is wearing a moon-white smock with a hibiscus with a twig, and a light beddress of the same color inside, pinching out a thin waist.

The half-wet hair is tied behind him, and only half of it is tied with a pale green pine, and the whole person is lazy and charming, like a half-open clear lotus and tranquil, like a half-ripe pink apple sweet, pure and charming.

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's long eyelashes flew, and when he glanced at him, Wei Ling's body was half gone.

In this situation, as soon as the beauty of Allure opened her mouth, she asked a man from another family.

Wei Ling subconsciously asked, "Now should we talk about something else?"