Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

There was no sound from inside the car for a while, and Sanqi stood outside in fear, hesitating whether to ask, when suddenly he heard His Majesty's cold voice from the car, "Go to Rongguo Mansion."

Ming Su already had a calm expression on his face, and decided that if the mastermind behind the scenes was really Gun Gun, he could save two beatings, because he was likely to die soon.

And Jia Amnesty didn't know it, counting his small paper rolls in boredom, throwing one into the lid of the cup every time he looked at it. Among these news, there were some valuable and some worthless.

Soon, the lid of the cup was covered with thick ash.

Xiao Lin very roughly poured the unburned ashes in the corner of the wall, then gave the lid of the cup to Jia She to put it back and continue to use it, "Aren't you going to sell it?"

How can you make money if you don't sell it?

"It can't be sold. If it is sold, it will be exposed." Jia She lit the last part and looked at it lying on the coffee table, with some dust on his nose. It was really cute. "The bookstore is taken by the teacher. Let's do business."

Sometimes Pixiu Gun doubts himself, does he really attract money, and why does entrepreneurship suffer repeated setbacks.

#Fortunately, this article does not have a cool text tag#

#ran geese and said good story is not the same ah#

If he can see his aura, he will find that his once strong wealth aura has become only a superficial layer, and it is still the country accumulated in recent years.

On the day of Ming Su's ascension to the throne, Tiandao temporarily conceded defeat and connected Pixiu Gun with the wealth of this world. Who knew that within a stick of incense, Ming Su used Pi Xiu Gun's skyrocketing wealth to drive back the thunder that fueled his momentum.

Assuming Tian Dao is a person, he will definitely be angry.

Therefore, Pixiu Gun currently does not have the ability to attract wealth, but only prevents others from attracting wealth.

Miserable, invincible miserable.

To make matters worse, his small paper scroll was only half burnt, and the culprit, who hadn't been exposed at all, pushed the door open again and came in silently.

Jia Amnesty faced him day and night, and by looking at his eyes, he knew that something had happened, and he still lay back to play with the fire, lazily saying, "Old Hou Ye must have told my brother."

"Get out." Ming Su naturally said this to Xiao Lin.

Although Xiao Lin was a little afraid of Ming Su, he dawdled and refused to move, fearing that if he went out, their son would be beaten up.

Jia She smiled and nodded to him, "Go out and watch."

Only then did Kobayashi go out in peace.

Seeing this, Ming Su thought highly of him, "You're not bad as a guard."

"Speaking of which, I have some connections with you. Xiao Lin is a relative of Lord Lin." Jia She poked two scrolls left outside into the fire with his hands, successfully causing Ming Su to frown.

Ming Su didn't have much interest in these scrolls, but he was afraid that this stupid roe deer would burn his hooves, "Stop playing with fire. Tell me, what's going on."

Jia She rested his chin, didn't know where to start, and said, "After my bookstore has been open for a while, the locals don't think it's new. There are few people who can read, and most of them go for the pictures. Later, whenever we released a new copy, the storytellers would buy one, and then tell them in teahouses that the price was about the same as buying a copy a few times. Who would buy it? Brother Ye and I set it up for them. A few sacks, it’s useless after all, but there are a lot of writers in the academy. Relying on the businessmen who flicked to the north, I barely made a little money. How smart is the businessman, and then I started to buy a copy to go back Pirated."

#Jinjiang pirated blood and tears history#

Ming Su understood that he couldn't think of turning the bookstore into an intelligence agency with his brain, "Is it uncle's idea?"

"Yes." Jia She blinked desperately, as if he had accidentally blown ashes into his eyes when he was talking, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't rub it!" Ming Su held his hand, "I'll blow it for you."

Jia Amnesty raised his head obediently, trying to widen his eyes.

There was a still burning tea lid between the two of them, Ming Su simply got up and stood in front of him, pinched his chin and turned his face back, lowered his head and said, "Be patient."

Jia Amnesty was still babbling, "Brother, you wouldn't spit phlegm into my eyes, would you? Last time someone told me a joke and said that, it's so disgusting."

Ming Su also felt disgusted, and wanted to leave him alone, so she lowered her head and said, "Shut up."

Clinker Jia She suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Ming Su's neck, pulled him down with lightning speed, and kissed him with a bang, so fast that Ming Su didn't even react when the kiss was over. Feel a soft mouth.

Ming Su: ...

He didn't expect that this stupid thing would dare to pretend to be bad after it was exposed.

The acting is really good.

"Brother is so good-looking, I couldn't hold it back." Jia She said with a smile, and there was no trace of the sad look in his eyes just now.

you are not kind

I am unrighteous, Ming Su is definitely not the one who will suffer, immediately sneered and said, "Didn't I still owe you a bet, even if I paid it off."

The long-standing nature is difficult to change because of one or two people, Ming Su's stingy temper will definitely not change, even if it is against the Pixiu he raised.

In the past, he let him go because he felt that this little thing was clingy and stupid, and more importantly, Gun Gun would never go against his will. Now it seems that Di Xing will be more polite after going out for a few years and has learned everything.

Jia She knew him very well, and stretched his neck and said, "Then give me a kiss back for brother."

Ming Su pinched his cheeks, with a slightly cool smile, "Your Majesty has come around in such a big circle just to kiss me? I think I recognize you for the first time."

"It's a good thing." Jia She was restrained by others, and obediently let him pinch him, "The teacher said that you watched me grow up, and you would feel ashamed if you attacked me. If I can show some real skills, I will let you see I've grown up, maybe it's easier to trick you."

The scariest thing in this world is to watch people who can't deceive others deceive others. In a word, three parts are fake and seven parts are true.

Jia Amnesty is good-looking and smart, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. When he is obedient and obedient, he is soft and sweet. With a pair of watery almond eyes blinking, even a thousand-year-old iron tree like Jiang Ziyu would be subdued.

So when he said it frankly, Ming Su was almost taken over by his fallacious reasoning.

"You lied to me, but you are right?"

"I didn't say I didn't do it, we just bet if we can find out the real culprit. Besides, I killed King Beijing for my brother, and shocked King Yi." Jia She felt that he was getting more serious. She pursed her lips angrily, "It hurts, there are injuries on her face."

His Majesty the Emperor would have to vomit if someone else called himself a "family", but when Jia She said it, there was no sense of disobedience, he couldn't help but let go, his face was flat, "Aren't you a man, you are not afraid of scars. , still afraid of this pain? Let go!"

You haven't finished the lesson yet, who would allow you to hoof and hug the deity like this.

Jia She hugged him by the waist, "Why are you still angry, I also want to help you, why the teacher can help you, but I can't."

Ming Su hesitated for a while, then rubbed the back of his head, "I don't want you to be infected with this, so why don't you just stay in the palace and make money?"

"You lied to me, I can't make money at all, it must be that the heaven here hates me very much."

Jia She pretended to be pitiful and had been a master since he was a child, so much so that Ming Su, who had vowed not to be polite just now, sighed, "I won't hate you, you can do whatever you like."

"After a few times of disaster relief, my brother's private treasury will be empty, right? Rectifying the imperial business can only be regarded as saving money, but there is no way to increase income." Jia Amnesty was caught in the cut of his face by the embroidery on his belt, and it hurt so much Taking a deep breath, "Brother, why don't you hand over Huangzhuang to me for rectification, then you must think that it is a good thing for me to attack King Beijing."

"I don't get into the money trap like you do." Ming Su finally remembered why he came here, "Let's talk about the matter of Huangzhuang, your father gave birth to a younger sister for you, and he will go to the capital soon. "

"Ah?" Jia She opened his mouth wide, "Teacher can still have children?"

"Cough cough."

It's the same as when Ming Su thought that Master Shi would not be surprised to give birth to a child someday. In Jia She's mind, his teacher Yan Lingyun is omnipotent. It seems that it is not too difficult to give birth to a child?

"I don't know about that, but it must be your father's." Ming Su said a cold joke with a cold face, "If it wasn't born by uncle, you can prepare the coffin for your father."

Jia Amnesty was worried, "It's scary."

When the two returned to the palace, Jia Amnesty was lying on the bed before remembering, "I forgot to show you the chief historian, I even threatened and lured you, the interrogation was really good."

"That's right, your singing skills are so fast now, I can't tell the truth, let alone a long historian." Ming Su always likes to hold a scroll when he is in Qianyuan Hall.

Jia She felt that he was pretending to be an unfathomable intellectual, nine out of ten times he wanted to snatch the book, and this time was no exception, he snatched the book and said, "Then who shall I hand him over to?"

"Your Majesty, you can go to court." Ming Su glanced at him, "You don't need to hand it over to anyone, you can go to court tomorrow and talk about it yourself."

Jia She's intuition like a small animal came online, threw the book and was about to leave, "I won't go to court!!!"

You have to get up earlier than the rooster to go to court, why does Pixiu get up so early!Pixiu needs to sleep late.

Ming Su is not really Wen Ruo who has no strength to restrain a chicken, so he quickly lifted the quilt to catch up with him by the collar of his inner jacket, "Don't you want to do something practical to show me, why did you just run away like this?"

Jia Amnesty broke his heart, untied the tie on his inner jacket, and ran out with his upper body and bare feet.

"Shi, Shizi?" Sanqi, who was on duty outside at night, was dumbfounded, feeling that he hadn't chosen his name well, and that he lost his soul all day long.

"I'm going to sleep in the side hall!" Jia Amnesty was like a Linju possessing his body, galloping like a runaway wild dog.

At this moment, Ming Su only had a lonely piece of clothing left in his hand, and he didn't come back to his senses until Sanqi came in with a bow, "It's okay, go out."

Sanqi tiptoed over, whispering like a mouse, "Your Majesty hasn't gotten the hang of it yet, Your Majesty will wait a little longer, even if you want...you have to prepare something, in fact, prepare early..."

"Get out!" Ming Su threw the clothes in his hand to him, "Get out!"

"Hey, yes." Sanqi was very understanding of His Majesty's irritability caused by his desire and dissatisfaction, so that when he grew up, he couldn't eat as much as he wanted, the Buddha must have fire.

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