Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 82 The God of War Prince in a Wheelchair (10)

Out of the corner of her eye, Lou Zhuang touched the two maidservants, and waved her hand: "Go out and strip, I want to rest."

Chunyan and Chunjiao looked at each other, and left as if fleeing with the grape pine nuts, keeping the peeled ones.

After Lou Zhuang finished eating grape pine nuts, she kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed after cleaning her hands.

As for Nanny Chen in the closet, Lou Zhuang had long since forgotten about it.

Lou Zhuang didn't think of Nanny Chen inside until after dinner, when Nanny Hao walked towards the cabinet with the newly purchased dress.

She rinsed her mouth unhurriedly, and stopped Nanny Hao's behavior: "I'll do it myself, you go down."

Hao Nanny was so happy and relaxed, she put down her dress and went out without saying a word.

In the middle of the night, Lou Zhuang avoided the guards and planted Madam Chen into the pond in the garden.

After solving a problem, Lou Zhuang went back to the yard refreshed and fell asleep.

A good night's dream.

In the morning of the second day, when Lou Zhuang saw the weeping Madam Hao, her thoughts changed: "What's wrong?"

It was fine if Lou Zhuang didn't ask, but when Mammy Hao asked, she couldn't help crying.

"Mother Chen, she... she's dead!" After speaking, she burst into tears, tears streaming down her wrinkles, making it unbearable to look directly at.

Lou Zhuang wrung out the handkerchief and wiped her face: "Don't cry, you look like the pug I used to raise."

Mother Hao: "." That's too much.

Fortunately, she is not in the mood to fight against Lou Zhuang now, and gestures with her hands indiscriminately: "She was planted in the pool with her head upside down like a tree, and her whole body was swollen."

Nanny Chen is over forty years old, and she is living a comfortable life again. She has a round body. After soaking in the pond for several hours, she looked like a dead white steamed bun when she was fished out.

The boy who was in charge of digging out the people was scared to pee on the spot when he saw it, and ran to the side and vomited out the overnight meal.

It took a lot of effort for Lou Zhuang not to laugh, and said with a slumped face, "Then we have to find out who killed Mother Chen."

Hao Nanny nodded again and again, and suddenly felt that the girl upstairs was not so annoying anymore.

"Cheng Engong has already sent people to investigate, I believe it will not take long to find out who the thief is."

Lou Zhuang hummed.

Check it out, anyway, she's just a weak woman with no strength to restrain her.

After Hao Momo left, 5555, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but ask, "Is the host planning to get rid of all these people before marrying into Prince Yuan's Mansion?"

Is she crazy?
Lou Zhuang calmly poured a cup of tea, and the rising mist blurred his eyes: "There must be a few people left, so that the dog emperor can relax his vigilance."

5555 hesitated for a moment and then said: "Since the host came to this world, many people have been murdered."

"Those battalion soldiers themselves have committed a lot of evil. As soldiers, they have no family and country in their hearts. They only think about drinking and having fun all day long. They deserve to die."

"As for Mother Chen"

"She is the eyeliner sent by Chu Mingcheng, she has no respect for me, so let's keep it for the New Year if I don't deal with it?"

It is better to hold autonomy in your own hands.

5555 didn't say any more, just reminded: "The host pays attention to safety, if you die, you can't delete the file and start again."

Then the child of luck in this world will have no one to redeem, and will die miserably three years later.

"understood."

Lou Zhuang stroked the smooth teacup with her fingertips, and said boredly: "It would be great if Xiaozhi was here."

Xiaozhi is her intellectual brain. When she was attacked by the enemy on the battlefield, Xiaozhi exhausted all his energy to protect her.

It is now repairing itself and it will take a long time.

With his fingertips dipped in water, Lou Zhuang wrote a few numbers on the table.

There are seven days left.

(End of this chapter)