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Chapter 297 Forehead, Good Guy!

The rooster crows.

Where did the Governor's Mansion get the cock?

This question is not important, the important thing is that Jia Liu, who woke up drowsily, found out why he was naked.

And he doesn't remember anything.

Therefore, even though he didn't have a thread all over his body, after gradually waking up his consciousness, he firmly insisted that he did not commit any style problems.

That is, not lost.

Thinking about it in this way, the idea is clear.

Needless to say, those dog officials just wanted to use Mesara, a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, to enter the water, so as to achieve their ulterior purpose.

But those dog officials really think that the forehead is as miserable as them!

Then I thought about it, my admiral Batulu's son-in-law was dismissed from the capital, and the gang of dog officials spent so much effort to corrupt and win him over, is it really necessary?
Jia Liu was a little puzzled.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he didn't prostitute.

Because he didn't give money.

Here comes a new problem.

What about the money!

The flustered Jia Liu noticed a woman combing her hair on the dresser beside the bed, and hurriedly asked, "Who is that, where are my underwear?"

The woman who was combing her hair was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Here is the underwear of the forehead."

After receiving the underwear handed over by the woman, Jia Liu was relieved when he saw that the banknotes sewn on the side were all there.

These silver bills are his life-saving money. Don't look at the sewed in underwear, there are more than [-] taels.

In other words, he, the admiral of Sichuan who was imprisoned and deported to Beijing, had [-] million in cash with him.

Why do you bring so much money?
If you have a lot of money, you will burn it.

People without long-term considerations must have near-misses.

Considering that he will be sent to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice after entering Beijing, in order to make his life in prison easier and more enjoyable, he must ask all the staff of the prison to cheer him up.

Otherwise, how could he command remotely when he was isolated from inside and outside.

No matter what age it is, money can be turned into a ghost.

"what,"

The moment he raised his eyes, his eyes could not help but light up. The woman standing by the bed was actually a peerless beauty.

Judging by his age, he is not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

It's a little girl.

There is no smell of wind and dust on the face.

Although no makeup was applied, but that delicate appearance really made people's hearts flutter, and Jia Liu felt cherished for no reason.

Those officers really cared.

The evaluations have risen with the tide, and the word "dog" is missing.

"What's your name?"

Jia Liu couldn't help holding Miss Ren's hand, and patted it lightly with a look of concern.

"Brother-in-law, my concubine's name is Qing Lian."

Qing Lianren is good-looking and has a nice voice, with a shy look on her face that makes people want to stop watching her.

"Qing Lian, what a good name."

Jia Liu applauded, and then asked what was the family name, where did he come from, how did he get into the sea, did he have difficulties at home or what happened.
"My concubine's surname is Wu, a native of Suzhou, with a humble background, and was sent into a building by her family since she was a child"

This answer made Jia Liu think of the famous Yangzhou skinny horse in the Qing Dynasty, and he couldn't help sighing: "Oh, every family has scriptures that are hard to recite."

Then there was a shock, looking at the girl in disbelief.

Suzhou, Wu Qinglian?
Isn't this the little wife who died for love after He Shen's death!
A famous strange woman in the Qing Dynasty.

How did you get it on your own bed?

Could it be that He Shen's fate will happen to Jia Jia's son-in-law?
There were a lot of thoughts for a while, and he stood there for a long time without responding, which scared Qing Lian, thinking that there was something wrong with him.

Can't help but call out weakly: "Forehead son-in-law?"

"Um,"

Jia Liu looked at Qing Lian again, and she was indeed a peerless beauty that even He Shen couldn't hold back, and the smell exuded from her body was very attractive.

"Why don't I sing a song for my son-in-law to relieve my fatigue."

Qing Lian said flatteringly.

Jia Liu nodded with a smile.

Qing Lian began to sing a cappella there, singing the Kunqu opera "The Palace of Eternal Life", which is about the love story between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and his concubine Yang Yuhuan.

Babbling, it sounds very nice.

Even Jia Liu couldn't understand a single word, but felt that Huangmei Opera was still good.

Kunqu opera is too elegant.

Not suitable for a cultured person like him.

"Is it because I can't sing well?"

Qing Lian noticed that the man who possessed her last night didn't seem to be very interested in her singing, she couldn't help feeling a little bit like a cow playing the piano, and she felt a little petty.

"No, you sing very well."

Jia Liu suddenly turned serious, and asked Qing Lian with a straight face: "Who arranged for you to approach me?"

"near?"

Qing Lian was taken aback for a moment, and said in a low voice that Mr. Wang, the chief envoy of Gansu Province, arranged for her to serve her son-in-law.

"Does the forehead concubine feel that the concubine is not good?"

Jia Liu's tone and expression suddenly became serious, which made the girl think that she was not doing well enough.

Jia Liu didn't answer, but instead asked, "What's the relationship between Mr. Wang and you?"

"This"

After hesitating for a moment, Qing Lian confessed that she was bought by Mr. Wang from Suzhou when she was 12 years old, and has been raising her ever since.

Last night was the first time she served a man.

Jia Liu would definitely not believe it, and looked at Qing Lian suspiciously.

Qing Lian didn't say anything, just lifted a corner of the quilt.

However, Jia Liu still didn't believe it.

Because of this little trick, he will too.

But that's not important, the important thing is that he was really last night?

"me and you"

Even though it was a prison car to release the capital, as long as the results of the ministry's discussion did not come down, he would be an official appointed by the court, so Jia Liu couldn't say something too revealing.

Officials of the Qing Dynasty must be decent.

Qing Lian understood what he wanted to ask, nodded and said: "My lord has been doing this for a long time, and I keep calling my concubine to kiss my baby."

"Is there?"

Old Jia Liu blushed.

".My lord even asked my concubine if I wanted a child?"

Thinking of the shameless behavior of the forehead son-in-law in front of her last night, Qing Lian also blushed with embarrassment, and the roots of her ears were red.

I'm so miserable?

Jia Liu fell into deep thought, he really didn't remember anything.

Drink up.

But it doesn't look like he's pretending to see Qing Lian, maybe he really let himself go last night.

But I don't know if I said something dirty.

While trying to remember how Qing Lian sent the child off last night, the door was suddenly opened, and several people walked in.

It was Le Erjin, the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, the host, Wang Danwang, the chief envoy of Gansu who sent his daughter off, and Bi Yuan, the governor of Shaanxi.

Old Fu didn't know if he was too drunk or didn't want to come to see that the little bastard didn't follow.

The faces of the three Northwest officials were all smiles, and they came here specially to congratulate Chunfeng.

However, to the astonishment of everyone, the moment they pushed the door and entered, the forehead suddenly covered his face with a quilt, and shouted in horror: "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Gu's head ignored his buttocks, and his bare bottom was exposed outside.

As a result, Mrs. Bi, the governor, turned her head away with an "oops".

Governor Bi's eyes lit up: Forehead, good guy!

(End of this chapter)