Everything the queen says is right

In the past few days, the land in the courtyard has almost been plowed.

Ah Cha mightily led a group of people straight to the various villages.

At first, the people were all shocked, thinking that the goddess was going to set fire to the house again.

Scared to run around.

It turned out that they only came to exchange horse dung and cow dung with them, and the price given was extremely good, which was equivalent to an extra income for no reason.

The civilians were happy, so was Ah Cha.

This feat quickly spread in Jundu.

However, Goddess Ah Cha has always found her own way in doing things, and everyone is no stranger to it.

"Sister, why did you bring me here?" Chu Xingbai's face turned pale, he covered his nose, and his expression collapsed.

Since getting to know Ah Cha, he feels that his life has become "colorful".

Ah Cha took it for granted: "Of course it's - digging out the dung!"

"Me!? The dignified Prince of Yan Kingdom, come here to dig out dung with you?" Chu Xingbai couldn't believe it, but seeing the cow dung all over the ground in front of him, he couldn't believe it.

Ah Cha has been picking up cow dung for several days, if Chu Xingbai insists on playing with her, she won't bother to bring a 'oil bottle'.

The oil bottle also brought Song Jin'an with it.

What a good brother, in my heart, nothing is left behind.

"What's wrong with the prince, the prince is no longer a human being, so he can't dig out excrement?" Ah Cha asked solemnly, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed very confused.

Chu Xingbai opened his mouth wide, wanting to refute something, but couldn't say anything.

Song Jin'an stood aside and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Early this morning, Chu Xingbai came to Song's house to look for him, and took him away softly, saying that Ah Cha had big things to do today, so he must show him the world and open his eyes.

But I didn't expect it to be - digging out dung.

Song Jin'an didn't think there was anything wrong, he knew that Ah Cha was farming, and it was normal for him to need cow dung for nourishment.

It's just that the thirty soldiers behind him were wronged. They were wearing a suit of armor and their backs were straight. At this moment, their faces were cloudy and sunny, and their expressions were brilliant, but they didn't dare to show any complaints.

Aunt Zhang, Lin Zirou and Chun Niang were also traveling with her.

Ah Cha, who was like a spirit jade, jumped off the horse and walked straight to Aunt Zhang: "Xiao Huang, Xiao Bai, you have to work hard today, as long as it reaches half of the average cow dung collected by the soldiers."

"If this is the first, this foundation will not be achieved." The threat is on the surface.

Aunt Zhang's complexion was not good, but she didn't dare to disobey, she said flatteringly: "Yes."

These days, Lin Zirou's mind has become more and more deep, and she doesn't know what she is thinking now, there is no emotion on her face, she subdues her body, and her voice is soft: "Yes, Miss."

Chun Niang followed suit.

Seeing that she had explained everything, Ah Cha took the first sack and started picking up excrement.

Seeing this, Song Jin'an's pupils dilated slightly, and he was the second to get the sack, following behind.

Zuoqiuge sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and signaled his soldiers to follow.

Immediately, a mighty team entered the village and began to sweep.

These days, people often question the Goddess, but before the end of the day, doubts and speculations and beliefs are mixed, and Ah Cha doesn't explain it, which seems to be the nobleness of the Goddess.

On the other side, the Prince's Mansion.

The dancer is dancing off the stage, and the prince is drinking on the stage.

The musicians played silk and bamboo wind music, and the hall was full of ecstasy and confusion.

"Your Highness, the spies we hid beside the thirteenth prince have been uprooted." Uncle Jiang walked in, stood aside respectfully, and reported to the extravagant prince on the main seat.

The prince was holding a Jiulong cup in his hand. Hearing these words, the wine cup tilted, and the wine pooled down and wet the table.

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "What, the thirteenth brother is not dead?"

The music suddenly stopped, and all the dancers withdrew.

Immediately, only the Prince and Uncle Jiang were left in the hall.

Uncle Jiang looked at the prince who couldn't help him, frowned slightly, but still said respectfully: "Exactly, several days have passed since the day of the assassination, but there is still no news. Until yesterday, when our spies tried to report the news, they were caught by the thirteen princes."

"Now, all the eyeliners hidden in Hualuolou have been wiped out."

"I should have reported to you yesterday, but you." There was no way to cover up for him in the dark and dark of the land of flowers and willows.

The prince was so angry that he shook his hand, and the cup was smashed on the ground, and rolled for a long distance, almost wet Uncle Jiang's clothes.

He shouted angrily: "Useless stuff! It's really useless, this thing can't be done well!"

His face was flushed with anger, and his mood was unstable.

After a long while, he seemed to be belatedly aware, and asked hesitantly: "The team of dead soldiers we sent out are all gone?"

Uncle Jiang saw that he could still think of this matter, so he sneered without leaving a trace, lowered his head, concealed the disdain in his eyes, and said softly: "No life will come back."

"It's useless! It's really useless! Even a sick person can't handle it!" The crown prince jumped up and shouted in the hall.

Uncle Jiang stood up straight and remained calm.

If it weren't for the crown prince being the best puppet, how could they be willing to stay by his side if they had studied all their lives, were full of talent and knowledge, and were full of knowledge?

But that's all.

Seeing the prince so restless now, Uncle Jiang couldn't help but sighed softly.

After the prince's mood calmed down a bit, he said slowly: "Now that the thirteenth prince has not returned to the capital, we have to deal with the funeral as soon as possible."

The prince looked at Uncle Jiang in bewilderment, not understanding what he meant, and said hesitantly, "Deal with the funeral? What funeral?"

Uncle Jiang was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "The thirteenth prince is quite resourceful. If our dead man has a living, he will definitely get a lot of useful information."

As he said that, Uncle Jiang raised his head, looked at the crown prince firmly, and said in a word: "His Royal Highness, as long as you haven't ascended the throne for a day, the position of crown prince is not a certainty."

The prince slapped the table with one hand, very irritable: "I know, I know!"

He drank a lot of wine, and at the moment he was a bit drunk and dizzy. After standing for a while, he sat down suddenly, slumped on the slump, panting heavily: "Uncle Jiang, why do you think I am so unlucky? My father only wants to find the way of longevity, and my brother also only wants to take my position. The things I want to accomplish have always been destroyed by others in the past three years. Why is nothing smooth?"

As he spoke, he actually felt aggrieved, and whimpered a few times.

Then he stood up staggeringly, roaring with alcohol reek: "Uncle Jiang, you watched me grow up, you are the best to me."

"...help me figure out a way, Gu, Gu wants to be emperor"

"Your Highness! Be careful!" Uncle Jiang quickly stopped him.

How can there be such an idiot, such a rebellious thing, can say it so easily?

Uncle Jiang shook his head, his face turned livid, suppressed his emotions, and then clasped his fists again and said, "I do have a plan."