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Chapter 8 Miss is coming!

On the second day when he was not on the battlefield, Qin Dayou was very panicked, while Zhang Twelve was very happy.

Before the hour passed, Zhang Twelve came down to the small pavilion in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a group of maids and servants, and lazily stretched out his hands. The melon seeds and tea had already been handed over. The service is excellent!

Zhang Twelve grinned at the corner of his mouth, his mind full of children to teach.

"Ahem——where did we talk yesterday?"

"Go to the Western Heaven and invite the Tathagata Buddha!"

The boys headed by Li Er shouted scramblingly, last night they had transformed themselves into monkey heads in their dreams, and fought with the Tathagata Buddha for [-] rounds. Looking at their dark circles, they knew that they didn't sleep well yesterday.

"That's it - it's not very interesting, how about I tell you a story about pigs?"

"No! Just listen to the monkey!"

Everyone stared at Zhang Twelve as if they were about to burst into flames. If he wasn't the only one who knew the story of the monkey, they wouldn't mind coming up and beating him up—never underestimate the determination of a passionate reader!

"Hey, but why do you have a backache today, how can you tell me?"

Li Er exchanged glances with the others, and immediately understood that there were two more people beside Zhang Twelve in an instant, and it was no problem to beat his legs and rub his shoulders.

Shaking his head, Zhang Twelve began to speak.

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"how is this possible!"

"He's a monkey king who can change 72 times. How can he be suppressed by a mountain?"

"The Ruyi Golden Cudgel can be big or small, can't it just be bigger and open the top of the mountain?"

After hearing that the monkey was pinned down under Wuzhi Mountain, a group of people finally broke out and started yelling there, quite dissatisfied. They didn't even listen to Zhang Twelve's request to make them pour tea, they were going to rebel!
Zhang Twelve glanced at them and said lightly, "Do you still want to hear it?"

A group of people suppressed their flushed faces and stopped talking, listening to him continue.

The following story is about Tang Seng's life experience. When Chen Guangrui was the champion of high school and returned to his hometown, his wife was spotted by the boatman. The boatman killed Chen Guangrui on the river and took his wife, who was pregnant with his flesh and blood.

So when Chen's wife gave birth to a baby, in order to preserve Chen's blood, she sent the baby to the surface of the water in a bamboo basket and floated away. This baby became Tang Seng later.

After hearing that the stories were all about monks and monks, a group of people exploded again. Although the story was exciting enough, they wanted to hear monkeys!You just left that monkey at the bottom of the mountain?Are you responsible?

Zhang Twelve was also angry. Damn it, is it labor and management telling stories or you telling stories?Be careful, labor and management will confiscate all the mana of the monkey if they are unhappy, and send him back to the monkey group. The fairy tale will become an animal world for you in minutes!Believe it or not!

Hmph, that's how arrogant it is!That's how willful it is!
"If you don't listen, then I will go back?"

Zhang Twelve stood up and made a gesture to leave, but was immediately stopped by a group of maids. Although they also liked the story of the monkey, the short story that was closer to life moved them even more. When they heard that Chen Guangrui was killed and his wife died When the children were born but they couldn't have them, they all cried like crazy.

After appeasing Zhang Twelve, a group of maids gave the boys a look, with expressions that they liked to listen, and left if they didn't like to listen, don't delay us from listening to the story.

One lecture is another day.

The story of Zhang Twelve came to an abrupt end when Tang Seng came to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. He stood up and muttered: "Oh, how did it go so fast? It's getting dark now, and I'm hungry. Come here first!"

Zhang Twelve is very much like an unscrupulous author at the moment. When the novel just reached its climax, it suddenly broke a chapter, and then it will not be updated today--is Nima dead or not?It's disgusting, okay?
Poor boys below dare not speak out, because Zhang Twelve has let go, if anyone talks nonsense, he will let the monkey be held down by the mountain for 1000 years and 1 years!

Wow, poor monkey, poor boy!

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Although he still couldn't go to the streets, Zhang Twelve felt that today was the most fulfilling day since he came to Datang. A group of maids and servants surrounded him, and it didn't feel too good!
What needs to be complained is that the speed of information dissemination in this era is too slow, right?How come there is no news that Xiliang was defeated and no longer attacked Liangzhou?

If there is no news for a day, he will stay in this yard for another day, Lan Shou, mushroom.

What's more, until now, his lady hasn't shown up yet, isn't it because she looks beautiful?Why don't you dare to meet people?
Alas, Fu Gang is depressed!

But these were not big problems, Zhang Twelve didn't worry about them, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

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Li Er's heart is not that big. Tonight, he concealed many things from Qin Dayou, because now he is completely attracted by Zhang Twelve's story.

But tonight at Qin Dayou, he heard the internal news from the government—Xiliang gave up attacking Liangzhou. Another meaning of this sentence is—that "uncle" has no value to the Qin government.

It seems that the master is thinking of some way to drive the "uncle" out of the Qin mansion. If he is gone, where will they go to listen to the monkey's story?
Should I tell my uncle?

To tell or not to tell, that is the question.

In the other world, Hamlet didn't understand the problem, and Li Er certainly didn't understand it either.

Li Er struggled with this question for most of the night, and finally fell asleep...

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And in Qin Yutong's boudoir, Xiaohuan also stopped after talking about "Tang Monk came to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain".

"Huh?" Qin Yutong blinked and asked, "Why don't you continue talking?"

"No more, Miss, Auntie-Young Master, I will talk about it tomorrow..."

Qin Yutong's face was no longer the cold arrogance of the past, but her lips were pursed, showing the side of a little girl.

"This man—it's really strange. He can write words that fit the occasion and tell such a wild and unconstrained story. I really don't know what's in his head. It's just that the story is always told to the most critical point. Stop when it's time? It's disgusting..."

It turned out that Xiaohuan would tell Qin Yutong the story she heard in the garden every day when she came back. Qin Yutong, like everyone who listened to the story, hated Zhang Twelve's style of stopping abruptly at the climax!
"Miss, in fact, what I said is far from what the young master said, why don't you go to the garden and listen to it with us tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Uh-huh?"

Xiaohuan suddenly opened her eyes wide, and looked at the young lady in disbelief.

She just mentioned it casually, and she didn't expect the young lady to agree, but why did the young lady agree so readily?

"Didn't you let me go? Why, regret it again?"

Qin Yutong blinked and teased.

"No, miss, I'm wondering if I'm going to tell the young master, so that he might be so happy!"

"Let's not, don't disturb him—I'll just listen for a while."

Qin Yutong seemed to be thinking about something, and said quietly.

(End of this chapter)