At this time, a little guy walked in quickly and said, "Young Master, there are people who refuse to leave outside the mansion." ”

Xiao Banxian and Banxian Yao glanced at each other, and Xiao Banxian asked, "Who is it?"

The little guy said: "It's an old man, who said that he was an old friend of the old lady, and he came to help." ”

The little half-immortal immediately thought of the person mentioned to him by the half-immortal Renxin who asked him to help him crack the Heavenly Dragon Babu Formation, and immediately said, "Please." ”

The little guy hesitated and said, "But....... But ......."

The little half-immortal frowned and said, "What else can it be, take me to meet it." ”

The people invited by the half-immortal Renxin were naturally not idle people, and immediately led everyone to pick them up in person.

It's just that when he really saw that person, Xiao Banxian was still a little surprised, the person who came was an old peasant, wearing coarse linen clothes, with mud spots on his shoes and pants, and his face and hands had become very old because of long-term exposure to the sun and rain and labor, and he looked like a simple farmer.

The old farmer sat on the steps, smoking a dry cigarette, and his whole body was shrouded in smoke.

The little half-fairy finally understood why the little guy's face was so strange, but he had seen many seemingly ordinary but hidden masters with his grandfather, and he didn't dare to underestimate anyone, so he immediately stepped forward and half-squatted in front of the old peasant.

"In the lower little half-immortal, it is the eldest grandson of the half-immortal Wentian, I don't know who the old man is?"

The old farmer took out a letter, "Your uncle asked me to come." ”

The little half-immortal glanced at the envelope, and sure enough, it was the notes of the half-immortal Renxin, and immediately said, "Then please follow my husband into the mansion." ”

The old farmer knocked the ash in the cigarette stick, then stood up, thrust the ashtray into his arms, and said to the little half-immortal: "Let's go." ”

Before the old farmer entered the door, his eyes turned around on Gonggong and Wuji, and after the old farmer entered the door with the little half-immortal, Gonggong smacked his lips and said, "This old man's cultivation is not bad." ”

The little half-immortal introduced the old farmer into the flower hall, and at the signal of the little half-immortal, the half-immortal Yao also went in to accompany him, and Mo Liunian and they went back to their rooms. The tea and pastries in the flower hall have long been served, and the little half-fairy invited the old farmer to sit in the seat of the guest, "I don't know what the old man is called." ”

The old farmer glanced at the little half-immortal, "I remember that when your grandfather brought you to see me, you were just a babbling child, and I didn't expect to grow so big all of a sudden." ”

Xiao Banxian was surprised: "My uncle has seen me?"

The old farmer nodded, "I've only seen it once." ”

The little half-immortal said: "I don't know what the old man is called." ”

The old farmer said: "I have forgotten the name, but I still remember the surname, the old man's surname is Huang." ”

Xiao Banxian knew that he didn't want to mention his name, so he didn't ask much, and said, "You are the same generation as my grandfather, if you don't mind, I'll call you Huang Ye." ”

The old farmer laughed, and the folds on his face were all wrinkled, "Okay, you can shout anything." The old farmer looked at Banxian Yao again, "This is your uncle's daughter." ”

Banxian Yao immediately said: "Huang Ye is good." ”

The old farmer smiled and said, "Good boy, they are all good children, what about your father?"

Banxian Yao said: "My father went out to run errands, and he will come back in a while." ”

The old farmer said, "I see. Suddenly, Xiao Banxian and Banxian Yao both heard a grunt, and the two of them followed the voice, but it was from the old peasant's stomach.

Encourage you when you're sad, pour cold water when you're good, fight hard when you're in danger, and be quiet when you're happy. One such person is already a gift from heaven.

Some people brag and exaggerate, and the achievements of Sesame are said to be the same as those of Mount Tai, and the data and results are falsified, so that the work of a few localities or departments is often "outside the gold and jade, and the results are lost". There are people who are pretending to be mighty, there are no high-ranking officials and dignitaries who do not know, there are no difficult things that cannot be done, and they "run the train with their mouths full". Some people strive for fame for profit, fight for life and death in front of the big benefits of mung beans, and feel "more wronged than Dou E" when they eat a big loss of sesame seeds, and they rush to be the first to see the benefits, and they retreat when they see difficulties. Some people tell right and wrong, opening their mouths is "roadside news reports", chatting is "rumors", if they don't speak, they will just add branches and leaves, and they will be short and long. Some people are good at making small moves, they want to smear others when they see their achievements, they stumble and make tricks when they see their colleagues making progress, they can't see the good of others, they are jealous of the good of others, they can't tolerate the good of others, and they destroy the good of others.

"Mari, you shouldn't be so against people, seriously, there is nothing bad about their father and son" Although Mrs. Wendu does not like Chinese, she is naturally a little willing to chew and argue with others, others want to say that roses are the most fragrant red, she must say that the white fragrance is terrible, and it is also the top fragrance of pink roses, in fact, she has long known that pink roses are not as fragrant as red.

When they went, he laughed at them behind his back, saying, "These are women revolutionaries, and I want to come here to recruit you into the party, right?" In the future, you can discuss with them more ways of economic independence and conspire with them to emancipate women. I was unhappy when I heard it, and I hated Xian's narrow heart, but I also felt that my girlfriends were unguarded when they spoke, which made me angry.

She spoke almost to the man's neck, but the two men didn't look like husband and wife or lovers. "Don't just eat alone, give me some. "I'm sick of it. The man tried to hide the box of fried chicken thighs, and the woman reached out her tanned hand to grab it. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly punched the woman in the face.

If a woman says to me, "I love you because you are smart, because you are upright, because you buy me gifts, because you don't mess with flowers, because you help with the dishes—I will be disappointed; And it's so much better to hear: I'm crazy for you, even though you're not smart or upright, though you're lying, selfish, and mean.

Besides, Kathalin must help me. Paul was, haha, he's not home. ...... Actually, I can't make a fight for the sake of the old horse, but how can I be worthy of God if Ma Wei asks me a few words? These young people are much more shrewd than those old yellow-faced ghosts! What if Mrs. Wendu asks me a few words? Yes, I have to make a fuss, and I have always looked at Alexander

The man in his forties is sneering at her. How could she avoid him, she had just entered the city to work, and there was no familiar place to go. But this man had been sitting idle, looking at her greedily, and laughing more and more presumptuous lately. But this person is their director, and this person is her benefactor who came out to work.

Emperor Qianwan walked up and strode forward, and the sound of the little eunuch outside the door was not finished, and he had already lifted the curtain with one hand and turned in directly from the screen.

The loud soles of the shoes hit the aisle of the gate, and when you walk in the patio, the soles of the shoes reduce the sound. I know it's Zhutao back. I couldn't see that the old classmate was wearing Chinese clothes or foreign clothes, and she stopped on the wooden steps outside the door and rang the bell. The little maid, that is, the little maid, opened the door,

I saw that the guy was busy up and down, and he whispered loudly, and the person who came greeted him with a smile, and the send-off guest was also bent over and laughed. "Guest officer, please, how many of you?" saw that the little two who picked up the guest nodded and asked with a smile, this group of actions was natural and coherent, but there was no hint of fakeness.

The messenger looked in from the gate, but saw no one. Two or three flower ducks trampled around the shadow wall. The messenger walked into the courtyard again, and when he saw the little girl ring kneeling in the corridor, he jumped out in one step, and wondered in his heart. He went to the house next door to deliver the letter, and he told the doorman about it.

The group hurried all the way to Shou'an Hall, and when they arrived at the door, Minglan breathed a sigh of relief, helped the sideburns, and with the report of the maid at the door, Minglan stepped in, lowered her head and walked slowly, and when she caught a glimpse, she saw the old lady sitting on the head.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, is there anything wrong with the donor?" After getting the view, Gao Miao hurriedly walked a few steps, grabbed the front, reached out and grabbed the door knocker, knocked a few times, and after a while, the door "creaked" and opened a gap, and a little Taoist boy about thirteen or fourteen years old flashed out of the crack in the door, squinted at Li Xian's master and servant, and then looked at the palace car not far away, but did not have the slightest panic, just made a joke, and asked calmly.

This team, the people are more relaxed, the turtle slave opened the curtain of the door, led them into a room, went in to see, it was very gorgeous. By the side window, there was a sofa and a sleeping chair, and a woman in her forties was lying on the phone. When he saw the three people coming in, he didn't pay attention to it, only glanced at it with his eyes, and went to call her.

Entering the middle hall, but there was no one inside, Fan's mother led Minglan straight to the side compartment in the west of the main house, the courtyard was full of maids and women coming in and out, everyone was in a hurry, carrying water and basins, but there was no sound. Then he walked west, and before he could enter the door, he heard the voice of the voice inside, accompanied by a low cry.

"The old minister knocked to see Your Majesty. In an unbearable loneliness, a hurried footsteps sounded, and Dai Zhide, who was sweaty, had turned out from behind the screen, and this time he saw Gaozong sitting on the couch with a black face, Dai Zhide's face changed instantly, but he didn't dare to look more, and he hurriedly rushed forward, and he wanted to pay a big salute.

"Squeak ......" After a tooth-barrenking sound, a small closed door in the backyard of Zhao's mansion was pushed open from the inside, and then, a small lantern stretched out from the crack in the door, and after shaking a few times, the little girl purple cuckoo thief head poked his head out of the crack in the door, looked around nervously, and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he sighed lightly, and the cat bent out the back door, looked back and waved to the door: "Miss, no one, hurry!"

The old mother took her along the corridor, walked through two golden courtyards, and when she entered the third place, she saw a young man on the high steps, holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, standing there with a smile, and nodded slightly. It was none other than Song Qiangni, who used to sing drum books and is now the teacher's wife.

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