A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1250: Pork Liver Banquet

Hearing this, Chu Yan also felt hungry, so he barely resisted his dizziness and said, "I'll take you to eat delicious food."

Cheng Zuo hurriedly said: "It's better to have some light meals at the old minister's house, and the old minister will arrange it now." Cheng Zuo spoke and gave his son a hard look, blaming him for his ineffectiveness. The emperor has been in the mansion for so long. He didn't even care about the food.

Chu Yan waved his hand: "No need." After speaking, he took Bai Zhi's hand to leave, but just as he took a step, there was a thick black mist in front of him, and he almost fell down.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you, Your Majesty?" Cheng Zuoxiang was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. If something happened to the Emperor in his house, their entire Cheng family would be ruined.

Bai Zhi supported his arm, and said slowly: "Is it dark in front of you? Now it's all right again?"

Chu Yan nodded: "Well, I'm still a little dizzy, it's okay."

She sighed: "You have drawn too much blood today to be like this, walk slowly, eat something and sleep well, and you will wake up much better."

The two walked out while talking, and the father and son of the Cheng family followed closely behind. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they got into the carriage and completely disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Zuoxiang pointed at Cheng Shuping and said, "You - you are too courageous!"

Cheng Shuping didn't make a sound, his eyes were still looking at the shadow of the carriage, and he murmured in a low voice: "The emperor's benevolence is the luck of the people."

King Jin's Mansion

Bai Zhi made pork liver soup for Chu Yan, stir-fried pork liver, goji berry and red dates soup, and blood.

After eating, Chu Yan called for help, and for the first time in his life, he didn't finish the meal made by Bai Zhi.

What he hates most is pork liver.

But in front of him seemed to be a feast of pork liver.

"Zhi'er, come into the palace with me, so that you can make me pork liver soup every day." As long as Zhi'er is willing to enter the palace with him, he is willing to eat pork liver every day.

Bai Zhi shook her head: "No, my mother will come to the capital in two days, I have to go and see how the Oriental Garden is being cleaned up."

She planned to live in the Oriental Garden, so that Zhao Lan and Hu Bo could spend more of their time together, so that they would not have to spend all day around her and delay their oil adjustment.

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Mon House
Master Meng came back from the palace, and immediately sent someone to call Meng Nan to discuss matters in the study.

"Nan'er, all we need to do now is wait for the right time," Meng Da said humanely.

Meng Nan sat in the chair with a gloomy expression. His eyes fell on the sword hanging on the wall of the study.

But is this sword a peerless sword?Only when you draw your sword will you know.

Only by pulling out the sword can one see the sharpness of the sword.

Before he made his decision, he never thought about this matter, but after he made his decision, he kept thinking about it, just wanting to get to that day soon.

"Father, son thinks, wait, is the most unreliable."

Mr. Meng let out an oh, and stared at him: "What do you mean?"

Meng Nan leaned back, found a very comfortable posture, and said in a somewhat lazy voice: "I think that if you want to get it, you can't just wait, but take the initiative to fight for it." , to plan, but to create, and then to obtain." In front of his eyes, was the scene of him stepping into the Taiji Golden Palace and hand in hand with the beauty.

He is not interested in imperial power, he only hopes that when he gets imperial power, he can get her.

In order to get her, he is willing to give everything, even his soul.

Master Meng looked surprised, and looked at his son blankly. Is this really his son?Is this really Meng Nan?He had never seen Meng Nan like this.

(End of this chapter)