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Chapter 357: Don’t compare, don’t know, it’s too embarrassing to compare
Although he didn't know what Princess Duan said, when he heard this, his brain knew what the two of them were chatting about without even thinking about it, especially Tuanzi's eyes that said, "I'm on the same side with you, so I'll help you talk." Looking at him, Sheng Minglin became angry.

His weakness has been completely turned into a joke in this family.

Sheng Minglin reached out and scooped up his sister's fat chin, and said to Princess Duan coquettishly, "Mother!"

Princess Duan coughed and said with a smile: "I think this word is actually very appropriate. When we use idioms, we don't need to care about what the predecessors thought. We can use it however we want. They can still jump out and say that we should use it. Is that right?"

Sheng Minglin was amused again and did not argue with her. He added, "What if that person is not Han Jiujiu? What if that person finds out that the plan doesn't work and jumps over the wall in a hurry?"

Princess Duan said again: "He jumps over the wall and jumps over the wall. He can't jump continuously, right? Jump all the way from him to us? If he has the ability to jump continuously, then what's the point? Why not just do it directly? Still there? How many years do you have to be a cook in this house? Ah!"

She suddenly inhaled in horror, "Could he have poisoned us? When we got outside, he sprinkled some powder on us and we lost consciousness and followed him? Otherwise, why would he be a cook!"

Tuanzi was frightened by her tone and hugged her: "Mom, be afraid! Be afraid!"

"Aren't you afraid?" Princess Duan said, "Mom... she deliberately made up stories to scare your brother. Come on, dear baby, let your beautiful brother take your pulse."

Huo Chenzhao was really worried about what she said, so she stretched out her hand to grab it. Princess Duan herself was scared, so she also stretched out her hand to ask him to grab it.

Sheng Minglin held up his forehead.

Why did Princess Duan participate in the discussion of such a serious matter so seriously, but the atmosphere suddenly became so inappropriate?

Huo Chenzhao was also a little amused and said: "Let me test it out first. Anyway, let's disrupt their plan first. Besides, maybe it's not Han Jiujiu? We can't all make mistakes?"

Sheng Minglin said: "I'll go with you."

Huo Chenzhao said: "I'll go by myself, just in case...you stay here to guard Auntie and Zhuzhu."

Sheng Minglin understood, nodded silently, and said: "We are prepared for both bright and non-bright means."

Huo Chenzhao nodded: "I know."

So a few people finished their meal in a hurry. Sheng Minglin also sent some guards over, and then Huo Chenzhao passed over.

At this time, Han Zhenge was sitting upright in the hut.

There is a small courtyard where Korean wine is made on the windowsill. The courtyard is not big, and there is only one small room in it. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a Han Jiujiu who is making dough. There is a carriage parked in front of the door. Tuanzi was sitting on the small bench in front of him, watching with his hands on his chin. Several young men, either elegant or out-of-the-box, were standing behind Tuanzi talking and laughing.

This is Han Jiujiu's ideal future, living alone in a small courtyard, making dough, and having a few friends who like his craftsmanship and occasionally visit him.

Han Zhenge clicked his tongue in disgust.

Next to the small courtyard, there is a pinched bowl. In the bowl is the ugly face-shaped figure that Zhuzhu gave him before, but holding hands.

Han Zhenge was even more disgusted. He stretched out his hand and pressed it down flatly. The dried dough was hard, but it was still crushed by his hand and broke into pieces.

It wasn't him who would like something so worthless.

He hated that weak soul, but he couldn't get rid of him.

Since he came, he has been living in this body with that person.

Fortunately, he is stronger than him and he knows his existence, but he does not know his existence or what he has done.

But he's not completely useless.

He is simple and kind, and he is the kind of person that smart people like to get along with, so he successfully entered Prince Duan's Mansion and became a... cook who was highly valued by his master.

A cook!
Han Zhenge once again clicked his tongue in disgust.

Fortunately, even the cook knows at least one thing.

The little princess is very popular.

Therefore, tomorrow's Guanyin Festival, he only needs to take advantage of the chaos to kidnap the little princess, and he will surely be able to satisfy that bad old man.

Even if it's not enough, what's the worst possible outcome if Sheng Minglin is kidnapped again?

He won't wait here for the bad old man to give him orders. The bad old man has become a mature man, and his orders must be very troublesome.If it doesn't finish in three to five years, that idiot Han Jiujiu doesn't know how anxious he will be.

It's really annoying to think about it.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside.

Han Zhenge's eyes sharpened and he stood up quickly. After thinking about it, he grabbed a small ball of noodles from the noodle box and squeezed it randomly in his hands. He walked to the door and tilted his head slightly to listen.

Huo Chenzhao, who came over, also heard this series of actions.

He didn't seem to notice it, and he walked neither fast nor slow. He walked to Han Zhenge's door and knocked twice: "Han Jiujiu, are you there?"

Han Zhenge composed himself: "Yes."

He opened the door and tried his best to smile innocently: "Master Huo, what are your orders?"

Huo Chenzhao said: "I have something to trouble you with."

As he walked into the room, Han Zhenge hesitated for a moment, but he had no choice but to get out of the way. Huo Chenzhao acted naturally, walked directly into the door and sat down by himself. As soon as he looked away, he saw Han Jiujiu's handwriting on the table. It says "who are you"? "You come out"! "What do you want to do"?
Huo Chenzhao was stunned.

Because he had seen Han Jiujiu's handwriting several times and was very familiar with his strange handwriting, so what did it mean?
If there is someone, why does Han Jiujiu not speak but write?

He was surprised in his heart and continued: "Please help me make a small statue of Guanyin, the kind that I want to put on the table. I want it now."

Han Zhenge lowered his eyes.

It would be easy for him to let Han Jiujiu come out at this time, but he would not be so obedient and just pinch him.

And judging from Huo Chenzhao's performance, he was obviously suspicious.

Han Zhenge had a bad temper and was impatient to think too much. He said coldly in his heart, "Then just catch him first, just treat him as a messenger."

Thinking in his mind, he slowly walked towards the table and said, "Pinch Guanyin? Why do you want to pinch Guanyin? Are you doing something wrong?"

If he was still pretending when he first came in, he stopped pretending at all now.

Huo Chenzhao looked up in shock.

The two raised their hands almost at the same time, Han Zhenge struck out with a palm, and when Huo Chenzhao felt the wind of the palm, he slid out and flew out.

Han Zhenge let out a light sigh.

He didn't expect his kung fu to be so good.

But no matter how good he is, he is no match for him.

He chased after him and continued to fight. Although Huo Chenzhao was young, he had a calm temperament and was not aggressive at all. He kept whistling warnings and turned his hand in his sleeve to hold the powder pill.

The guards of Prince Duan's Mansion and two martial arts masters came over here after hearing the warning.

The first one to arrive was Shen Lingjue. He came up to him without saying a word and fought with Huo Chenzhao. While fighting him, he exclaimed: "Han Jiujiu!! Oh my God, someone else is pretending to be him, right?"

Those two martial arts masters were now the martial arts masters of the Seventh Prince. They both thought highly of themselves and were usually very arrogant. When they came out, they were quite proud of "finally got a chance to show off their skills."

But when they arrived, they looked at each other.

What can I say? Although the two of them are not very capable, they still have good vision. Although they cannot tell how big the specific gap is, they can still tell that they are much better than them.

The two teenagers they often saw were much stronger than them.

And this young man who seemed to be a cook was stronger than them.

They were a little embarrassed to even go up to help. They really didn't know what to do, and it was too embarrassing to compete.

(End of this chapter)