I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Under the building, Tie Lanxin was talking to the boy she liked. Shinichi, can you give me a little response? If you don't speak, do you have someone you like in your heart?

The tiger's body on the first floor shook. Don't talk nonsense, there is nothing.

Tie Lanxin smiled foolishly, Then I still have a chance. Shinichi, even if you lie to me, I'm still happy.

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally she fell asleep.

But still maintained the posture of the leg pendant, hugging him tightly, like hugging longing.

Really tugged on the first floor, but didn't move. Finally, with the strength, he carried the person on his shoulders, and his feet floated up.

What about this look?

Take it home.

With real first-floor kung fu, entering and leaving the academy can be like entering the land of no one. He got home quickly. Just as he was about to open the door, someone behind him called him: Shinichi? You you you...

It's a hundred little trees.

Zhenyilou's face was as black as an iron pot, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do you want from me?

Bai Xiaoshu originally wanted to ask Coach Wu a question, but right now, he has already forgotten about it. Shinichi, I never knew that you are so vigorous, I admire you.

Zhen Yilou kicked the door open, kicked it back, and closed it again, almost breaking Bai Xiaoshu's nose.

Bai Xiaoshu rubbed his nose, made a false alarm, and murmured to himself, It's really strange today. Isn't it the overlord who is going to fight hard? If you have the guts, you are afraid of people talking about it. But this time, Lan Xin's heart is satisfied.

The first floor put the person gently on the bed.

Tie Lanxin seemed to smell something, hugged his quilt, sniffed it unconsciously, and kept calling his name, Shinichi, Shinichi! Don't leave me alone.

Looking at Tie Lanxin who was sleeping soundly, Zhen Yilou blinked and said, I'm sorry, Xin'er, I can't like you, I can't...

**

The time has quietly entered March, and Wanzhou City is a thriving scene.

After Baicao Xiangyi was put on the shelves in Xiangnanfang, Quanjufang held a franchisee conference. Baicaoshi, Feng Shopkeeper, and Shanyao have specially selected five major companies for cooperation, and will open Quanjufang branches in four economically important cities in Dayan and a port city in the Song Dynasty this year. The four cities included Yanjing.

All franchised stores will adopt the same shop signs and visual system as the main store, and the headquarters will send personnel, including shopkeepers, shopkeepers, and chefs, to conduct training. The main store can only officially open after passing the assessment.

The advantage of franchising stores is to further expand the brand influence of Quanjufang.

On the third day of March, Baicaoshi visited the Jinxiang Medical Center, and there were two wolves, Fubao and Mengbao, lying at his feet. ,

I saw the red song rushing in. Her face was pale and flustered, and it had been a long time since Baicaoshi had seen her lose her composure.

What's the matter, Hongqu?

Shishi, they are here, Rong Jingwai arrived in Wanzhou, and they made people... cut off our billboard. Hongqu replied.

Just one sentence, Baicao Poetry can be understood, this is an excuse.

**

The holiday between Rong Jinghou and Hongqu can be said to be three days and three nights.

At first, Rong Ke, the son of Rong Jinghou, was obsessed with red music, and he often went to Hongxiu Tianxiang to join him, just to see the beauty of the beauty. Later, Jun Ke heard people say that there is a kind of wine in the first floor of the world, called red yeast rice, which has the same name as the beauty. But the wine brewing process is very complicated, and the first floor of the world cannot supply it on a large scale.

As the saying goes, rarity is the most precious thing, so Jun Ke secretly paid a thousand taels of silver from the Hou's mansion, and bought wine to curry favor with the beauties.

The red song was indeed very touching, the young master's true feelings, but this also made Rong Jinghou hate the red song even more.

Later, Jun Ke redeemed the red song and brought it back to the Hou Mansion.

Hongqu kept her attitude very low, she just wanted to be a concubine, and Mrs. Hou would naturally choose someone else in the future. But even so, Rong Jinghou couldn't tolerate a seductive woman marrying into the Hou's mansion, tarnishing the reputation of the Hou's mansion.

Rong Jinghou took the most extreme measure, that is to drive Rong Ke out of the house and cut off his money.

Jun Ke's mother, Mrs. Hou Ye, couldn't bear her son's loneliness and helplessness, so she used her relationship to arrange Rong Ke to Kunming Academy. It is hoped that after a while, the old Hou Ye's anger will subside and he will admit his son back to Yanjing.

However, Rong Jinghou has not waited for his son to change his mind until today, and his wings are too stiff to be restrained.

This time Rong Jinghou received the imperial decree to come here, on the one hand to investigate the membership system of the Chuiwan Stadium, and on the other hand to repair that rebellious and unfilial son.

It stands to reason that when Rong Jing is waiting, he should notify the magistrate and fellow magistrates of Wanzhou. But Rong Jing Hou Rong Yi purposely concealed his whereabouts, entered the city alone with his son Rong Su and two subordinates, and notified Rong Ke to come to see him.

Rong Jinghou had to know exactly what Wanzhou was like. Not only to check the membership system of Chuiwan Stadium, but also to see the reality of Wanzhou.

In Nanshi, Rong Jinghou met Jun Ke who had been away for more than a month.

The son has lost weight and seems to have grown stronger again.

Father, you're here. Jun Ke greeted his old man and his eldest brother Rong Su in a shy manner.

You brat, you still know how to call me daddy! Rong Jinghou greeted him with a slap, and slapped Rong Ke on the back of the head. It's not painful, it's just embarrassing.

Jun Ke rubbed the back of his head, and then said: Father, I heard that you are coming, why don't you see the imperial envoy team?

My name is Weifu private visit, do you understand private visit? Rong Jinghou pointed casually, You have been in Wanzhou for more than half a year, please lead the way and let me see the grand occasion of Wanzhou.

After the father gave the order, Jun Ke had no choice but to take him around Nanshi. There are 120 rows in Nanshi, more than 3,000 shops, and more than 400 shops on the four walls, with a mountain of goods. In terms of prosperity, it is no less than Yanjing.

Several people walked to the intersection of Fengying Street and Datong Street.

Juncker couldn't move.

A huge billboard appeared in mid-air, on the building. The woman in the painting is extremely beautiful in the world, and Juncker is obsessed with every frown and smile.

People only know how precious they are when they lose them. Jun Ke never thought that Hongqu would live better and better without him, but he was still indulging in the past, comforting himself with all kinds of plots of her love for him to survive.

Who is that? Naturally, Rong Jinghou also saw the portrait of Hongqu, and pointed at it from afar. In his view, the beauty of the people in the painting is beautiful, but it comes from the wind and dust, low and worthless.

Rong Su replied: Father, that's the oiran with red sleeves.

Ridiculous! In Wanzhou, where I live, and in the important area of ​​Nanshi, there is someone who is shameless and hangs a portrait of a prostitute posing upstairs. How is it proper? Someone, destroy that portrait for me. Rong Jinghou was furious. The land instigates his subordinates, the sword rises and the sword falls, and the advertising poster of the seven white noodles endorsed by Hongqu turned into prophecy powder.

Coincidentally, Hongqu came to the store today to look at Bai Fuling. The two of them were chatting, and then the salesman in the store told him, It's not good, shopkeeper, someone outside cut off our billboard.

Hongqu's eyelids twitched. Isn't that her nightmare in Yanjing?

Rong Jing is here!