Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Li Xi's face was full of hope: "Where does happiness come from?"

"Your Majesty will never guess who I saw today."

Thinking that the little eunuch brought good news, Li Xi forgave him for his betrayal this time.

"Say it."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand Russian, so he turned his hand and found an extra bottle of whiskey, which he stuffed into the concierge's other hand.

Mostly related to the Japanese.

On the west side of Ares No. 2 Island, there are seabirds such as cheekbirds and seabirds, which are actually cormorants, petrels and some gulls.

A group of snot-nosed kids were moved by the scene he described and worked even harder.

The young eunuch hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mr. Zhao said that the principle of intercepting telegram information is actually very simple."

"How do you want to wear it?"

Never talk about such embarrassing things.

Will God really rain down thunder to punish the wicked?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Today, the little eunuch really saw the "magic" and was extremely shocked.

None of them have a specific concept, such as how much food this field can produce. And how much food do these people consume in a year?

Although people all over the country are looking forward to Li Wanyong's death.

"Give me a hundred dollars and this will be yours."

He couldn't do it, he didn't have the determination: "Mr. Zhao, let's hurry up."

Previously, Li Xi felt that he was trapped in a huge and carefully woven conspiracy.

"How much can you give me?"

As the fragments of the olive core were blown away by the wind, the strange-looking image of Zhong Kui with an iron face and beard appeared, with every eyebrow, beard and hair clearly visible. The fan in the hand has sharp edges and full shapes.

Because the Russian Legation is not far from Qingyun Palace.

"What? He actually has the nerve to come to me and ask for money? He took hundreds of thousands from me..."

If the electric ball falls from the sky, ordinary people will not always look up at the sky, so they cannot detect it in advance.

The two men's eyes widened when they saw it.

Li Xi picked up the wine glass on his desk. It was a cup of Quanzhou Lijiang wine.

Zhao Chuanxin happily took it.

……

"Um, Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao said that he wants remuneration, and wants Your Majesty to take a treasure from the internal funds as payment for the project..."

Zhao Chuanxin saw a group of Koreans hiding their heads and tails in the distance, gathering nearby with obvious hidden agendas.

Finally, tie the olive pit at the bottom.

The Snot Kids were surprised.

That guy should be from the middle class, but for the middle class, paying a hundred yuan all at once would be a pain.

This olive pit was carefully selected by him. The pit wall is thick, large enough, dense and oily.

The little eunuch thought of Li Xi's worried eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Li Xi sighed: "It doesn't matter so much. Since Zhao Chuanxin can solve it, that's the best thing."

"Isn't he still worried about me doing things? It's true."

Xian Yubin shook his head: "It's Mr. Zhao's magic that makes the crops grow so lush. After Mr. Zhao leaves, next year we will have to rely on ourselves. This year, we will spread the bird droppings. The sea breeze blows every day and the sun shines every day. These birds The manure will turn into fertile soil next year. By then, we will have a steady stream of food to eat. Think about it, we have food, and there is also a stone shed built by Mr. Zhao here. How nice it would be to be worried.”

He laughed: "This Ito Hirobumi is very good at calculating. It would be a pity not to work as a bookkeeper in the shop."

The little eunuch was waiting nearby.

"Why are you in a hurry? You'll wait until I finish taking a shower."

Ito Hirobumi wants to control the current puppets and educate new puppets from an early age.

Hearing that it was not Zhao Chuanxin, Li Xi felt disappointed and reassured at the same time.

The young eunuch shook his head: "It's not Mr. Zhao. I heard from the people on the march that he was a man named Li Xiuji. This man lived overseas and heard that Korea was in trouble, so he came back to serve the country and His Majesty. He cut his palms and swore an oath on the spot, He threatened that if God thinks that he, Li Xiuji, can succeed, he will let God kill Li Wanyong."

When night fell, the benches outside the Russian Legation, whitened by the sun and rain, were dimly illuminated by the moonlight. When the remaining candles in the legation gradually burned into embers.

This is a blank space left to history and imagination.

Zhao Chuanxin went into the water to wash away the soap suds. While washing, he said, "I have many children who worship my brothers. What's wrong with sending one and a half of them over?"

Without Zhao Chuanxin here, their lives would be much less full of expectations, and there would no longer be surprises coming from time to time.

The Russian Legation is a tall, gray, tower-like building with a rare green plan outside. The neatly trimmed bushes are like low walls, dividing the roads into paths, like a maze.

Wait until they leave,

But when it comes to hating Li Wanyong to the core, Li Xi ranks first.

Xian Yubin has seen how farmers in Seoul and Ganghwa Island farm. Those farmers go around picking up dung balls and put them in the ground.

This wine needs to be stored for a long time and has a light yellow color, rich aroma and sweet taste.

Another guy hesitated for a moment: "Sir, I don't have that much money. Do you have something simple, good-looking and cheap?"

The reason why farming gives people a sense of security is because when the farmer is watching, the grain will grow; while sleeping, the grain will still grow.

Li Xi was stunned.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin just had a temporary idea and wanted to add a little halo to Li Xiuji.

Li Xi thought Zhao Chuanxin was looking for him and found a scapegoat.

They looked at the wheat seedlings in the field, whose stalks were more than twice as tall as those on Ganghwa Island at the same time, with innocent smiles on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin casually made a hole across the tip of the core with an elf carving knife, and it turned out to be a cow's nostril.

An idiot couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, is this for sale?"

Maozi thought for a while and said, "Can it be hung around my neck?"

Saying this would make both Li Xi and him look stupid.

"Okay, you go back and wait. I will go to the Russian Embassy when it gets dark. Then you can meet me at Jingguanxuan."

The two men passing by were stunned.

On the front is a statue of Zhong Kui, with a little ghost in his mouth and a pot at his feet. Behind him are graceful female ghosts and skulls.

There was a time when Takahashi Feng's feathers were carved so hard that he almost vomited. There was no way customers would like them, but he could carve them with his eyes closed.

On Ares Island,

Putting down the glass, he asked again: "Li Wanyong's death is indeed a happy event. The other thing is not just meeting Zhao Chuanxin, right?"

I think... this necklace alone can be called a work of art.

After drying his body, Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and went ashore: "Let's go."

Zhao Chuanxin did not hide on purpose. He sat on the stone steps and let the bushes block him from the afternoon sun.

He thought of Park Seung-yeol, the "Jo Chuan Xin Tong".

"wanted!"

Zhao Chuanxin blew on the olive pit: "Sell it, how much do you want to bid?"