Non-stick clothing

Jia Lan looked at her very surprised, "You?"

Hu San'er hurriedly said: "I used to serve others before, and besides, I'm the same girl as Jialan girl... I also splashed the clothes on it." She frowned tightly, as if she was really worrying about her Jialan's clothes were soiled and she was at a loss.

Jialan sighed in her heart, and said, "That's fine."

These clothes are too complicated, it's really impossible for one person to wear them in a short while, and Hu San'er also mentioned it, she can't refute the child's face.

She said: "Remember, you don't have to talk to me so sincerely in the future."

Hu San'er looked at her blankly, extremely puzzled.

Jia Lan said again: "You and I are the closest people in this world, if you are also unfamiliar with me, then I really can't think of anyone to trust."

These words are touching, if you don't know what's in the sachet in advance, I'm afraid Hu San'er will be very moved.

But at this moment, she only wants to think about the old days.

The arrival of Jialan disturbed her life.

She hummed humbly, and then went to help Jialan undress.

Jialan's skin was cool, thin and slippery, and felt like the flesh of a big fish she had seen before.

There is indeed a red mole on her waist, which is gorgeous and eye-catching.

She knew that she seemed to be involved in something big, but she wouldn't ask, that's not what she should know.

She put down Jialan's clothes and remained calm.

……

In the evening, Hu San'er went to deliver tea and meals to Yue Zilin.

Yue Zilin seemed to know that she was coming back, so he prepared a pen and paper on the table.

Hu San'er understood, and wrote on the paper: Yes.

The sky had already darkened, but Duan Changge hadn't come back yet.She thought, she felt a little impatient when she stuffed the hook into the sachet.

Hu San'er was afraid of offending her, so he went out after changing the medicine.

The night was dark.

The proprietress was walking in the backyard with a lamp. She threw the salt jar in the backyard, and only remembered when it was time to use it.

Hu San'er went to bed early, there were too many things these days, and she couldn't help that girl anymore.

Could it be that she really picked up a dragon spit bead?

She met Hu San'er six years ago. At that time, she had just lost her husband and opened a small shop by herself. When she woke up in the morning, she saw a child curled up in her woodpile, her little face was blue with cold.

The child has delicate and heroic features, she thought it was a boy, but she didn't expect it to be a girl.

She originally thought of sending the child out after raising her for a while, because at that time, she was not living a good life, and the child followed her to starve to death.

But the business got better after that. Her maiden name was Hu, and she met this child on the third day of the first lunar month, and she named her San'er.

In a blink of an eye, the child was so big.

She rubbed her hands, especially sighing.

The salt jar was under the shelf where the pigeons were hung. She held it and was about to leave when she heard voices in the backyard.

She listened and talked about Hu San'er.

But it didn't sound too real, it was vague.

She shouldn't cause trouble. At this time in the past, she should have left with her things, but it seems that the nobleman meant to take San'er away. She needs to know what the other party is going to do and whether she can treat the child well.

She gently put down the salt shaker, then blew on the lamp and tiptoed over.

The door to the back yard was locked, but there was a small gap in the middle, and the yard was dark, so no one should be able to see her.

The opposite side is not much brighter than her.

It was Jialan's carriage, inlaid with gold and jade, with a small glazed palace lantern hanging on the carriage, the light was dim, Jialan stood aside, with a respectful expression, and there was a person opposite her, dressed in black, with a delicate face His mask blocked it, not even half an inch of skin was exposed.

"The medicine, where is she wearing it?" The man in black said with a soft voice, but there was a deterrent in it.

The proprietress was terrified, that was Jialan's voice!But she, isn't she standing there?

Jia Lan said: "Little master wears it every day, I forgot how long it doesn't take."

"If she forgets all about it, she will send her to Zhuangzi in Quanzhou—" the topic changed, "What happened to the matter where I asked you to find a female wife?"

"I've found it. The youngest daughter who once taught Princess Jingping's family is one in a million in etiquette."

The man in black nodded slowly.

King Liangzhu is not long, and she has been at odds with the eldest son for a long time. If it weren't for her being a queen who could not justly ascend the throne, she would not need to find her own daughter whom she abandoned more than ten years ago.

Her own family is the most loyal and the best to control, she knows this.

After taking back the child, he was well-bred, and then he said that she was the daughter of King Liangzhu, who had been lost for more than ten years, and now she was found, so how can the old fool still control these things?The king didn't object, so naturally the audience was quiet.

She has a lot of ways to let this child be the prince in the future, and supervise the country in a legitimate way.

"Hasn't that person appeared yet?" the man in black asked.

She had received the letter half a month ago, and the letter was actually a threat.

The reason why she came to Qincheng with great fanfare was not only to find Hu San'er, but also to attract those who would be harmful to her.

"Not yet." Jia Lan shook her head and said, "However, my subordinates saw the only daughter of Generalissimo Duan in Qincheng, and there was a young woman beside her, who looked... and... very similar to Fang Lian."

"Fang Lian?" The man in black's tone showed some surprise, "Didn't she die a long time ago?"

Fang Lian had indeed died a long time ago, leaping down the stairs of more than ten feet, the number one beauty in Daqi during her lifetime did not even have a mat after her death.

Fang Lian had a son and a daughter. At that time, the eldest was twelve years old and the youngest was only nine years old. They were both sold into the building. Because she was an official prostitute, the guards were strict. She had a special status at the time. There is no way.

Later, when she inquired again, she heard that the two children had also died. The boy jumped off the stairs after imitating his mother's method of death.

How frivolous was Fang Lian when he refused Chu Jun's appointment back then, and how glorious it was when he married Nanyang, the city was full of canopies?

How could she expect such a result?

If it was said that she was Fang Lian's daughter, she would not believe it.

But even Fang Lian's daughter has nothing to do with her.

What happened back then was done in secret, except for that person, everything was dead and clean.

But how could that person say it?

How could he admit his mistakes?

"Coincidentally, I can't say for sure." The man in black said: "Just send a few more people to watch."

"Yes."

Perhaps it was uncomfortable, the man in black took off his mask, revealing a delicate beauty.

The beauty and Jialan are completely similar, and their courage is so overwhelming that even Jialan is compared.

"Is it nice?" she asked.

It's the proprietress.

The proprietress only felt her heart tense, and she only heard the man in black say: "Do it cleanly."

The author has something to say: Thank you that I am the little angel landmine who came to make soy sauce.