The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

After the weather was cool, I slept at night, and the three little buns slept until dawn. Even the Jingyun, who had always got up early, was awake when Bier entered the house.

After Jingyun woke up, he also woke up, and then Wang Shu and the three small ones also woke up one after another.

The three small ones only jumped from their own hanging baskets, and Zhu and the stupid Wang Shu went out together and turned left; Jing Yun, Xiao Ge and two white out the door, turn right.

Since this year, Qiao Wei has divided their small toilets.

Jingyun, Xiaogeer, Dabai, Xiaobai stood in a row, found their own small toilet, and began to solve daily life events.

He screamed at the scorpion and glanced at him curiously. He said with great pride: "My bird is really big!"

Jing Yun: "Compared with Xiaobai?"

Xiaobai has stood up for a little white!

My brother looked at him with a big eye: "Is there anything wrong with Xiaobai?"

noob:"……"

The heart was hurt by 10,000 points. After being prudently arrested by Wang Shu, he was once again poked by the pair of mixed kids. The twins are really miserable!

......

After the washing was finished, everyone went to the room, and the breakfast was already set. Today is soy milk and steamed buns. The steamed buns have three kinds of stuffing, beef stuffing, fish-flavored pork stuffing, and green mushroom and carrot mutton. He ate a dozen or so at a sigh of relief. He ate the gongs and drums. He and his brothers only ate two and then they sat full. After that, they jumped to the ground and checked the book bags.

Qiao Wei never asked them to check the book bag. What do I need to bring myself, don’t expect to go home. She sent it to the past. Jingyun’s so cautious temper once had a blank paper, and the result was naturally trained by the Master. Miserable, but since then, I have never forgotten anything.

Of course, this rule does not work for Wang Shuxiao fat man, Ji Mingxiu can quietly send things to Xiaopang more than once.

The little fat man did not check it himself, and he looked at his brother wrongly.

Jingyun sighed and took her book bag and checked it in the same way.

Wang Shu was bored, ran freely, grabbed the baggage of his brother, and such a small child couldn’t wear a crown, but wrapped it into a small ball with a head rope or a headscarf. At a glance, my brother’s headband was gone.

Wang Shu’s nephew slammed a few times. In the glimpse of Qiao Wei’s entrance, he stuffed the headscarf into Xiaobai’s hand.

noob:"……"

Qiao Wei blinked dangerously: "Small, white-"

Xiaobai lost his headscarf and ran away!

He squatted his headscarf and turned to find Bier to comb her hair. Qiao Wei called him: "Come here."

My brother went to understand ignorantly.

Qiao Wei put him in the chair, took a small wooden comb, lifted his black hair, and combed him finely. Her fingertips were a little cold, and it fell on the scalp but it stirred a warmth. Twisted and did not dare to move, Qiao Wei gave him a beautiful bag head, the child combed this head is very cute, especially the elder brother is beautiful, and then with the dull look, It’s just a cute thing.

Qiao Wei couldn't help but pinch a pinch on his delicate cheeks. Hey, it feels so good!

The face of the priest’s face emerged with a blushing finger mark at a visible speed, and then the whole person seemed to float and walked on the ground, like stepping on a soft cloud, deep in the foot, shallow One foot, eyes are drunk.

He grabbed the "book bag" on the bed and walked out in vain. I don't know if the whole person was floating, and I felt that the book bag was light.

Qiao Wei looked at him with a strange look. Isn't this kid going to school? What to do with her bra?

There was a loud noise from the outside, and it was a slap in the back.

......

The cold room was dark and there was a faint light in the hollow of the nail cover on the wall, but it was not enough to illuminate anything.

boom--

The stone door was slowly pushed open, and there was a deafening sound in the friction.

A guard in a brown animal skin walked in with a torch and inserted the torch into the lamp holder on the wall. Then he crossed the door, crossed his hands, put his palm on his chest, and bowed respectfully.

A man in a gray cloak walked in faintly, his eyes falling on the sleepy woman on the floor, saying something in strange language, and the guards replied in the same language.

The man faintly gestured.

The guard lifted the bucket and took a scoop of water and poured it on the woman's head.

Lan Lan took a sigh of coldness, woke up from the drowsiness, opened his eyes, and did not restore his sight. He first moved and moved, only to find that he was wearing his hands and feet.

Her blurred vision gradually became clear, and then she saw the man in front of him, the guards on the side, and the gloomy stone room.

This stone room is cold and cold, full of creepy torture tools, the guard is not tall, but the body is unusually burly, with a few totems on the face, looking very strange, and the man on his side Because of the cover of the cape hat, I can only see a chin that is not as white as a living person, and there is a beautiful man on the chin.

It looks like a young man, but he opens his mouth and his voice is extraordinarily old.

"Wake up?" he asked faintly.

Lan Lan looked at him weakly: "Who are you?"

The man said: "You don't care who we are, just answer my words honestly."

Woodland resisted the pain in her body and looked at her arm.

The man said: "You don't have to look at it, your smallpox has been cured, but if you cure it, you have conditions. If you don't follow what I said, I can cure your illness and you can have your life. ""

The eyelashes of the orchids trembled, and they quickly recovered their cold look. They looked at him without squinting. They asked, "What do you want to do?"

The man asked faintly: "It's very simple. Where did the child go?"

"What is the world?"

"Don't pack garlic." The tone of the man is not very polite.

Lan Lanzheng said: "I don't have garlic, I really don't know what the world is."

The man took a picture from the wide sleeve and opened it in front of her: "This is the person."

The vision of Woodlands paused for a moment on the portrait, and it was necessary to hang down.

The man received a good portrait and asked condescendingly: "Where is he?"

Woodland said calmly: "I don't know."

The man gave the guard a finger.

The guards picked up a basin of ice water and poured it over the face of the orchid. Then they waited for the response from the orchids. They took a piece of red iron from the stove and slammed it into the orchid. On the back of the neck!

The delicate skin was burnt and sizzling, and the orchids died to death, and they clenched their teeth several times, but they still screamed!

The man raised his finger.

The guard took off the soldering iron.

The man walked a few steps forward and looked closer to the almost dying Woodlands. There was no mercy in the sigh: "Can you tell the truth now?"

Lan Lan was soaked in cold sweat, trembled with a weak body, and couldn't help but said: "I really don't know... where is he..."

The man pressed his hand again.

The guard took a new soldering iron, tore the clothes on her back, and mercilessly squatted on her smooth and soft beauty back. The smell of the meat was baked in the air, and the orchids fainted. past.

The guards took water and woke her up.

This time, she didn't even have the strength to sit up, so she faintly squatted on the cold and hard floor, her lips purple and pale.

The man looked at her faintly: "Don't you say that?"

Woodland said hard: "You...you listen to me...read the words...I don't really know...what is he...I only know...who was missing...who he met..."

"Who?" the man asked.

"Ji Mingxiu."

"Ji Mingxiu?" The man whispered the name, and there was a strange confusion in his voice. "You better not lie, otherwise the consequences are not what you can afford."

Lan Lan said: "If you don't believe me, why bother me?"

The man blinked and did not refute.

Woodland said again: "Ji Mingxiu... caught the wizard of the palace... let him redeem the wizard with 100,000 gold... After that... I don't know... but no one... can In the hands of Ji Mingxiu... it’s cheap...”

The man paused in confusion: "What do you mean... Ji Mingxiu took the ransom and then arrested the world?"

Lan Lan said weakly: "I am afraid that I know about Ji Mingxiu."

The man looked at the orchids deeply: "Where does Ji Mingxiu shut the world?"

Lan Lan shook his head: "No one knows... He doesn't want others to find something... Others can't find it all his life..."

The man asked: "Can you have a way to save the world?"

"No."

"you have."

Cymbidium is silent.

The man sneered aloud: "I have investigated you, you have lived in Ji family since the age of six, left at the age of thirteen, went back to Gusu, and returned to Jijia two years later. After that, he never left. When you were a child, you were raised in the Princess House and grew up with Ji Mingxiu. If anyone in this world knows the most about Ji Mingxiu, this person must be you. You know how he can let the world go."

The guard saw that Lan Lan did not speak, and picked up a soldering iron. However, this time, Woodlands didn’t even look at the eyelids.

It was stopped by the man when the guard was about to use the punishment for Woodlands.

The man crouched down, pinched the chin of the cypress, and slowly said with a creepy voice: "I also know that you have a son. In fact, it doesn't matter if you have a mouth. I don't know if your son is as hard as you."

A cold twilight of the orchids came over!

The man smiled slightly: "Or, I can give you a sum of money to let you and your son fly away."

"He is very affectionate."

"Go on."

Woodland said lowly: "You just grab the person he cares most... threaten him to surrender the world... he will promise."

The man hooked his lips with great interest: "Who is the person he cares most?"

荀兰素手手: "Qiao Wei."

The man smiled: "I can't catch the little Zhuoma of the hidden family. I can't catch it."

Lan Landao: "His brother, or... his child."

......

The address of Nanshan Academy was originally chosen in the suburbs. The suburbs are cheap, and there are many mountains and lakes. It is suitable for school building. However, after more disciples in the academy, the shops around the area have also increased. Over the past decades, this The area has become the most prosperous area outside the center of the city. There are many kinds of shops in the surrounding area. The most common is the restaurant, followed by the study and the cloth village. There are only a few carpenters, only one of them. The boss recently had something to do, and the shop was closed. The remaining house became the only carpenter shop outside the academy.

The master of the academy’s work came to the carpenter’s shop, and the boss happily received him: “It’s Zhao Fuzi, what do you want to do today?”

Zhao Fuzi sighed: "Isn't there a rain in the past few days? There is a horse shed that has been in disrepair for a long time. The college is thinking about building a new one. Can you be a horse shed here?"

The boss smiled and said: "Hey what you said, what can I do here? You just tell me how big it is, I will do it for you at the lowest price and the best material!"

Zhao Fuzi said: "The price will not treat you badly. You will do things well. Later, you will bring people to the academy. I will tell you how to do it. In addition, the desk of the dean's study is broken. You can take the opportunity to repair it. ""

"Cheng!" The boss should be unambiguous.

Zhao Fuzi pointed to the college: "There is nothing I have to go first, don't make it too late, the students' horses are waiting for the horse shed."

The boss smiled and said: "I call a few more people and give you the night!"

Zhao Fuzi nodded and emphasized: "It is mainly the table of the president."

The boss is busy: "The table is going to repair! Little oh!"

"Hey, hey!" A young man with a tiger head ran out.

The boss said: "You bring the tool and give the dean a desk."

"Good!" The young man went back to the house and took a box and entered the college with Zhao.

The boss went to the nearby vegetable market, picked a few brawny men who did short-term work, and did their own work. They themselves were carpenters. It would not be worthwhile to raise seven or eight. The peak season is good to say that there is no business in the off-season. It’s a very painful thing to start working, so they pick up the business and come to the market to pick people. Most of these people will be a little bit different, but not good, but they are enough.

The boss picked a few familiar ones, but the manpower was still not enough. He looked at a few strange faces. Some of these people were very burly, and their arms were thick and strong.

He went over and asked the man: "How much do you have a day?"

The brawny is more than a gesture.

The boss said: "The eighty texts? Too much! Fifty dry? You are a novice, give you fifty is good, if it is done well, give it up next time!"

The strong man nodded.

The boss asked: "What is your name?"

The brawny pointed to the throat, and the boss would like to know: "Dumb? If you get it, you will be dumb, let's go, bring things with you, go to work! Start work overnight, pack dinner and stay up late!"

The strong man picked up the pole on the ground and followed the boss to the academy with the rest of the people.

At this time near lunch time, the students on the grassland smelled the fragrant smell of the food in the cafeteria, but they were hungry, but because the horse shed was broken, they had to ride the horse to another horse shed.

Everyone is riding a horse, except for Wang Shu.

Wang Shu also wants to ride a horse, but there is no way.

The horses of the family can eat a meal for one morning. Her horse eats a meal for only half an hour, mainly because the owner is too heavy and consumes too much energy.

Wang Shu took the reins, pulled his small head, walked step by step, and walked while licking his belly: "Hungry, can you go faster? Brothers are going to eat..."

Everyone is far away, only one of her is left, so hungry!

The pony is more hungry than her. The heavy scale is so heavy that it lingers in the morning. Who can understand the sorrow of the horse?

Wang Shuyu walked with his small head and did not notice that when passing through the old horse shed, a strong man carrying the wood quietly approached behind her.

The brawny slowly approached her, explored her hand and grabbed her neck, but suddenly she heard it, her little purse fell to the ground, and she crouched down to kneel, and the brawny's hand flung.

Wang Shu took the little purse and took the pony to move on.

The strong man squeezed his fist and took out a sack from his arms and gently unfolded it toward the head of Wang Shu, and set it down!

Wang Shu turned around and looked at him with a scorpion. His hand holding the sack was suddenly in the air.

Wang Shu curiously asked: "What are you doing with your uncle?"

"I..." The eyes of the strong man slid a little, and instinctively poured a layer of guilty conscience. Suddenly, he was glimpsed at the puppet that accidentally fell out on the ground. "Your horse stepped on my pa Son."

Wang Shu looked at the pony road: "Little black, let you let it go, lift your foot up, you step on the uncle's things."

The pony does not move.

Wang Shu sighed reluctantly and turned to squat.

The brawny once again raised the sack in his hand, and he hoped that Shu would suddenly lift the horse up, and the strong man was shocked.

Wang Shu picked up the scorpion and went to his hand: "Give."

The brawny look at Wang Shu, and then look at the southwestern horse that she has lifted up. The whole person is petrified!

------Off topic ------

I have very few digressions, mainly because people are old, and then they will feel embarrassed when they express their feelings. I should be regarded as a glass heart. It is very easy to be influenced by the comment area, and then the readers with special intimacy see the negative. The message will be the first time to comment and appease me. Every time I see the reader carefully guarding my emotions, it is really embarrassing and moving. I am really touched by someone who is so good to you. What is wrong with why you can’t Be strong, let the readers follow their own fears.

The biggest gain in writing a text is actually not a result, but a mentality of continuous improvement. The first few articles are somewhat sloppy because of a bad mentality. I just want to write the original text.

Inspiration is a gift from heaven, but it doesn't necessarily find me every time, and writes and cherishes it.