Yu Jun

The thief had never seen such a strange look in his life, as if he was addicted to killing, the tip of his tongue licked his lips, almost licking his blood.

There was a "thud" in his heart, and he let go of his hand abruptly, and sat on the ground with a "bang", his buttocks shattered into several petals on the hard bluestone slab, and before the pain came, he got up quickly, clumsily flew over the eaves and walls, and left the house People, fled here at the speed of fleeing.

He didn't run around, but went straight to Liu's house with this outfit on, and then rushed to the door of Liu Boyu's study in one go.

He took off the soap-colored turban and pulled off the kerchief, revealing a baby face, brushing his temple hair casually, and shouting like a bell through the door curtain: "Master, I'm back!"

Liu Boyu answered loudly inside: "Get out."

The thief was Liu Boyu's confidant, Su Mingquan, who immediately burrowed in. After getting in, he let out a big breath: "Master, you scared me to death!"

Liu Boyu frowned, not knowing where he scared him to death, but because Su Mingquan had a relationship with him, he could only bear with his rude behavior, and swept his eyes up and down: "It's so bright outside, you're dressed like a Throw yourself into a trap like this?"

Su Mingquan lowered his head and glanced at himself: "Isn't it good to dress like this?"

Liu Boyu rolled his eyes: "Very good, don't touch me when the Yamen arrests you."

Su Mingquan realized that he was too flamboyant, so he quickly skipped the matter and said, "Master, I have seen the situation of the Mo family. Didn't you and Wang Zhizhou say that the Mo family is at the end of their battle? I don't think that's the case at all."

He patted his chest with lingering fear: "Just now, the guards of the Mo family swept a flying thief off the roof with a casual sweep."

Liu Boyu put down the album in his hand, and stared round his eyes: "Speak carefully."

Su Mingquan first glanced at the two villains fighting in the album, and saw Liu Boyu glaring at him, then looked away, cleared his throat: "Those female soldiers—"

He stretched out his arms: "The knife is so long and fierce, I can clearly see the kind on their faces, the kind on their faces... um..."

"murderous look!"

"Yes, murderous, the uncle is still smart. This group of female soldiers was patrolling outside, and then a big fool came, and then another woman came down from the roof. Good guy, I just let this woman startle."

Liu Boyu listened for a while, but he didn't hear what he wanted at all, so he interrupted him immediately: "Have some tea."

Su Mingquan was really thirsty. He walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. He raised his head to drink it, then turned his head and asked, "Where did I say?"

Liu Boyu told him: "A flying thief has come to the Mo residence."

"Oh, yes," Su Mingquan nodded, "I don't know when that big thief got on the roof, and I didn't see it at all. It can be seen that he is not an ordinary person. His kungfu is very high—at least his lightness kung fu is very high, but that big fool and that monster The woman found out."

He clicked his tongue twice: "The woman killed the robber with a knife, and then the idiot stepped on it. Guess what happened, sir?"

"I don't guess."

Su Mingquan spread his hands: "I heard a "click", and the robber convulsed and died."

He stretched out his hand to touch his lower back: "It should be that the spine is broken, sir, think about it, Mo Jiedushi fell, but those thugs in his house did not fall down."

Liu Boyu didn't listen to his rambling anymore, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them on the desk, thinking while peeling them.

When Mo Qianlan was sick, he was also a sick tiger. With a tiger paw, he could hold down a mouse that could walk in the dark.

Now the sick tiger has raised another bird of prey.

He knew that the weird woman Su Mingquan was talking about was Yin Nan, but as for the stupid big man who could trample people to death with one kick, and those female soldiers, they were all Mo Lingfeng's men.

He ate the melon seeds in his palm, and he continued to peel them. His expression was gloomy and he was very unhappy - as long as the Mo family is not down, they will not be able to use mules.

No, Miss Mo didn't let them use mules, and it had nothing to do with the Mo family. Before Miss Mo asked, Mo Qianlan didn't care whether they used mules or horses.

The first time he used Wu Jin to charge, he failed and lost a beloved younger brother.

He peeled a hill of melon seeds and ate them with a lot of thoughts. In the end, his mouth was dry, so he clapped his palms and drank a lot of tea.

The upper body fell back on the back of the chair, and the head was tilted back to the bottom, looking at the grids of dense and dark grids above the head. The wooden strips divided the ceiling into small squares, made of green color, and his thoughts were also divided into countless pieces. .

He thought that Mo Qianlan must have done something before he fell into a coma to allow Mo Lingfeng to gain such enormous power in a short period of time.

But what it was, he didn't know.

It doesn't matter if you don't know, what the Mo family wants can't come out of thin air, it can only be plundered, once it is plundered, it will touch others, so the Liu family is not the only one who wants to trip Mo Lingfeng.

And Mo Lingfeng——

He still doesn't like Mo Lingfeng.

When Mo Qianlan wasn't down, she was riding on Mo Qianlan's shoulders to bully others. Now that he was in this situation, he heard that she was still ostentatious, defiant.

Mo Qianlan always talks about order to the Liu family, but in fact he values ​​order more than anyone else—women stay at home, don’t show their faces, servants kneel on the ground, don’t try to stand up, beggars fall on the road, don’t think about decent survive.

There are also people who live in the light of the sky, don't worry about them who live in the dark, it is enough to receive the worship properly!
Thinking of this, he raised his head, straightened his upper body, and sat upright. Su Mingquan retreated out at some point, leaving him alone in the study.

He searched the desk case for a moment, then dug out an account book from the melon seed shell and picture album, opened it and looked at it twice, tapped the table with his index finger, and got an idea.

Since the war, the tribute to the officials has been reduced by [-]%. Today, when he settled the accounts, he decided to reduce the tribute to the Mo Mansion by another [-]%.

He picked up the pen, revised and revised, and changed all the offerings of Wang Zhizhou and others as little as Mo's. He raised his head and shouted to the outside: "Su Mingquan!"

Su Mingquan agreed in the ear room, wiped his mouth, and walked in with the smell of roast duck all over his body: "Master."

Liu Boyu handed him the account book: "Send it to the accountant and let them follow my order. If Wang Zhizhou and the others ask why there are fewer people, they will say that there are continuous wars and locust plagues. The Liu family can't use mules yet, so they can only invite them." Forgive me."

After all, he smiled secretly in his heart—in fact, the more chaotic they were, the more they earned.

At the same time, Wang Zhizhou's smoky face appeared in his mind: "Why are there so few? Do locusts eat peppercorns or ivory!"

He told Su Mingquan: "Be sure to tell them that if mules can be used, the situation will be much better."

Su Mingquan took the account book with his oily hands and went out. Liu Boyu felt much better, thinking that he had used his strength to use his strength in this move.

When he was happy, he happily grabbed a handful of melon seeds, kowtowed them while walking, intending to admire the moon, but just as he walked into the yard, a dark cloud floated rampantly, covering the moonlight without a trace.

Looking at this changed appearance, he cursed secretly for disappointment, and sat back to read the album again.