Her Promising Business

"Why bother?" The old man said with a smile, "you robbed the drunk wine shop. Don't you drink as much as you want?"

This time, the young master did not respond to the old man, and his brows and eyes were more worried.

The old man didn't like it. After drinking a glass of wine, he exclaimed: "Alas! Good wine! Good wine

The young master sighed and said to the old man in a low voice: "teacher, where is the lotus seed now?"

"Still thinking about it?" The old man said with a sly smile, "since you can't find it for five years, it's better to let her jump out by herself. I don't believe you don't have this method as a teacher!"

The young master looked a little warm. Before he said anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Dudu"

"Master, elder martial brother, Mr. Zhuge is here."

The old man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair.

The young master also coldly under the face, the warm voice coldly said: "Please sir come in."

There was a letter outside the door. As soon as the door of Yajian opened, a man with a cold face and a black robe came in.

As soon as the black robed man's figure flashed, he came to the young master and stood by him. Then Zhuge Yi, who was all in ink and blue, came into the door.

Behind Zhuge Yi, a young man in grey robes came into the door. The young man closed the door, went to the old man in wheelchair and stood there.

As soon as Zhuge Yi enters the door, she stares at the young master in the white moon robe in front of the window. Surprised and excited, she steps forward and gives a deep salute to the young master, saying: "I've been waiting for my son for a long time!"

Zhuge Yi's son looked at Zhuge Yi coldly, and his voice was even colder: "before I came to Beijing, the news has spread all over the capital. What does grandfather mean? Do you want to try my weight with this? "

Zhuge Yi naturally recognized his master's anger in his cold words and stood up straight with a light smile, saying: "Shizi misunderstood Wangye. The news of Shizi's return to Beijing was not revealed by Wangye on purpose, it was Xiangwang..."

"King Xiang again?" As soon as the young master browed, a trace of scorn flashed in his eyes. "My grandfather's good method is that he can use the king Xiang as a sword envoy. I don't know if the king Xiang is really so stupid?"

"Er..." ZHUGE Yi glanced at the old man reclining on the back of his chair.

The young master knew immediately that it was his cheap teacher who did it again.

Is this trying to test him?

Five years... Five years from lotus seed

How did Lianzi live these five years?

When someone was thinking about his own daughter-in-law whom he had not seen for many years, a humble back door opened in the backyard of Jinghong building. A young man with red lips and white teeth entered the back door with an attendant and followed the guide.

Around a row of stables, into a dilapidated house, and then quietly.

In the southeast corner of Jinghong building's backyard, there is a three storey attic hidden in the shade of trees. This attic is as high as the Jinghong building in front of it. It is said that this attic is the place where the owner of Qin entertains distinguished guests and is called "treasure house".

The lower end of the wooden staircase on the first floor of the treasure house gradually rises and folds up. The big blue stone on the floor moves and slowly lifts. The gray dress guide comes up first, followed by the young master and his entourage.

After the three people came out, the slate fell back, and the bottom of the stairs slowly returned to the original place.

"This mechanism is wonderful!" Young childe a face surprised low sigh way.

The guide in grey smiles and says in a low voice, "please follow me upstairs."

The young master nodded and followed the guide up the stairs.

He climbed to the third floor in no hurry. The two young maids who were guarding the door were always seen and then pushed the door open.

The guide stood outside the door and bowed: "please go in, young master."

The young master nodded and walked into the door expectantly.

As soon as they got in, the door closed slowly.

Inside the door is a main room with a table of Eight Immortals in the center. There are teapots, bowls, fruits and cakes on the table.

Hearing the smell of almost, the young man felt his saliva overflowing. He went forward and reached for the cake on the table.

"Be careful. You can't get up."

A tender voice with a soft smile came. The young man held the fingers of the cake and pouted his mouth with an expression of grievance. "Is it difficult to do that?" he said

"Yes, you can't touch anything in this room." The charming voice was warm and sweet. If it wasn't for the youth, it would have been enough.

The young master's entourage was a little embarrassed. He raised his sleeves and dipped in a cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

The young man put down the cake he was holding, took out his handkerchief, wiped his fingers and went to the Red Veil under the full moon door.

When the man came to him, the veil was lifted. Inside, there was another room and another layer of veil.

The young master entered the full moon gate, looked at the magnificent figure looming in the veil in front of him, ran excitedly and said: "aunt! I miss you so much

"Ha ha ha..." a burst of silver bell like light laughter, the layer of gauze curtain gently lifted, revealing the delicate body reclining on the soft couch wrapped in the black gauze skirt, "long time no see, you have been a big child."

With this feeling, the young man rushed over, threw himself on the delicate body, hugged the soft waist, and said happily: "little aunt, little aunt! At last, I am. You are looking forward to it

The black gauze woman leaning on the soft couch is Ji Lianzi, who has disappeared for five years.

The young master who pours on Ji Lianzi is the 13-year-old little emperor Ye Liuli.

Li Yu, who followed in, saluted Ji Lianzi.

Ji Lianzi laughed, got up and sat up straight and said, "OK, don't be so polite. I'm the one who's most tired of being polite."

Then she took the radish and sat down beside her. She looked at the handsome young emperor in front of her eyes and said softly, "the longer my radish grows, the more handsome it is. How have you been these years?"

"Not good..." radish pouted, big eyes tearful looking at Ji Lianzi, face full of grievances.

With a gentle smile, Ji Lianzi held the radish in his arms, patted him on the back and said, "you are born in the royal family. If you sit on the throne of God, it shows that you must live a hard life for ordinary people. Now that you've grown up well, there's nothing wrong with it. "

Radish pours in Ji Lianzi's arms and chokes, but he can't refute Ji Lianzi's words.

He is the emperor, and his shoulders bear the burden of the whole great Jin Dynasty. It is impossible for him not to work hard.

Fortunately, this aunt can be trusted, so that he can live safely in this difficult situation.

Ji Lianzi coaxed radish for a while, then pushed him away and ordered people to serve tea.

A green skirt servant girl came up with hot tea, and the radish took two drinks. Suddenly, the servant girl looked familiar.

"You are..." small radish crooked head looked at the servant girl, unexpectedly temporarily can't remember where to see.

The servant girl bent her lips with a smile, raised her face, looked at the radish and said, "what? Forget me? "

"Ah Radish was surprised, almost threw the tea bowl in his hand, "it's you!"