Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"His Royal Highness gets up..."

An **** stood by the bed and shouted loudly.

The little corn on the bed was still asleep, drooling from the corners of his mouth.

For a child his age, the only task at present is to eat and drink Lhasa, and to sleep when he wants to.

The **** was helpless, but because he wanted to get a place next to Little Corn, he had to accumulate strength again, and then prepared to wake him up with a louder voice.

"His Royal Highness..."

"What's the noise?"

A wet nurse walked in, picked up the corn expertly, and changed her urine. The corn was still drowsy, but she didn't cry.

She carried her all the way to Hu Shanxiang. She was eating breakfast, but it was just porridge.

After the winter, Hu Shanxiang fasted for more than ten days.

"corn."

Hu Shanxiang put down the small bowl to take the child, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Corn yawned, probably because he smelled his mother's smell, and closed his eyes.

Hu Shanxiang said helplessly: "This child has often bumped and fell asleep these days."

Yi'an suggested: "Niangniang, why don't you go to the temple and ask for a peace symbol?"

Hu Shanxiang looked at the corn affectionately and said, “The third child of Xinghe’s family is said to have been unlucky since he was a child, and the temples and gymnasiums are useless. In the end, he was sent to Xinghe’s side to take it with him, and he was polished with evil spirits.”

Yi An said helplessly: "Niang Niang, Xing He Bo can't come to Kunning Palace no matter what, or... When discussing military affairs someday, see if you can let His Highness listen to..."

"Um……"

Hu Shanxiang glanced at Yi An and said, "The corn is still small..."

Yi'an pleaded: "It's the old slave who forgot to take measures."

The two were silent, and the room became quiet.

Hu Shanxiang is making small clothes and is very serious.

Everyone was light-handed, for fear of awakening the little prince...The people in Kunning Palace walked cautiously.

It was as if there was a pair of eyes looking at them in the dark.

It wasn't until Maize opened his eyes again, and then began to cry, that the anger came to Kunning Palace again.

And Sun's side was also very quiet, Mingyue had already woken up, but was lying down very obediently.

Sun leaned on the wide chair, and in front of him was silver-white charcoal that burned without a hint of firework.

It was warm, she touched her belly and read poems silently.

If you want your child to grow up well, you have to listen to the poems of Yayue while you are in your stomach.

"Niang Niang, the Queen's side... It is said that your Royal Highness has often bumped into each other these days."

Wang Zhen came in with a pleasing eyebrow and told him, and then, as soon as he was cold and warm, his body was sweaty.

Sun frowned and said, "Just take care of everything!"

Wang Zhen's waist bends a little more, and then he pleads guilty to resign.

After going out, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the hairy sweat that had just been greasy became a source of coldness.

He stood on the steps and looked at the bleak in the yard for a long time, then lowered his head to cover his loss.

If this child is a girl, it is almost impossible for the Sun family to have a head!

...

It's very cold this morning.

"Is it cold?"

An Lun brushes the war horse in the stable.

The front leg of the war horse is much better, but it can't land yet.

It was enjoying An Lun's wait, shaking his head and shaking his head, and from time to time, he drilled his huge head into An Lun's arms.

An Lun smiled and pushed its head away, and said, "It's good for life, and I will see you next time."

He is the superintendent of the East Factory, so naturally he can't spend the night out often, and occasionally comes back just to see the horse.

When the people were separated, An Lun went out to Dongchang.

When we got to the street, it was still the small stall and the girl who was making pot stickers.

"Go and buy some, it's delicious when it's hot at noon."

A fan next to him passed away, but he smiled almost flatly.

"Girl, get twenty pot stickers and wrap them in oiled paper. Let's take them with them."

The girl's name is Yingmei, and her family is poor, so she came out in the dark to make pot stickers.

It’s just that the business of a little girl’s family is too difficult, so let's not talk about the bullying, some customers will also make a mockery, and even give less money.

And last time An Lun's entourage, Xiao Ma, was considered polite, just teased and touched his little hand.

So Fanzi suddenly smiled and frightened Ying Mei again. She said with tears in her eyes: "No money, no money!"

Fanzi's body softened and he almost knelt down. He said with a bitter face, "Sister Ying, don't! Hurry up and smile."

Ying Mei was taken aback, and with a tearful of tears, she asked in surprise: "Do you know me?"

Fanzi nodded hurriedly, then patted his chest and said, from now on, this street is the most precious for her to do business. Whoever dares to bully her will just have trouble with the East Factory.

As for who was in the East Factory, he didn't say, nor could he say.

Yingmei glanced at An Lun, then sniffed and looked at Fanzi's waist.

Many people are accustomed to hanging money bags around their waists, so Fanzi subconsciously took out the money bags and said: "How much money is spoken, and who dares to pay less for your pot stickers in the future, if you don’t, you go to the east factory to say hello , Just say it's the British girl, I break their legs!"

Yingmei took the copper coin timidly. Seeing that Fanzi didn't regret it, she started to turn the potsticker over with joy, and then poured some things in with a teapot, and the fragrance was immediately tangy.

"Brother, this is chicken soup, I have poured more!"

Yingmei pleased her.

When a girl came out to beg for life, she would barely let it go when she caught a thigh, and she didn't want to let it go.

She didn't know what the East Factory was doing, but when she saw the owners and customers of the stalls around them were scared, she knew that she was afraid that she was hugging a golden thigh.

Fanzi said sternly: "It's up to you, don't put a lot of things."

How dare he ask for anything more! The original An Lun's follower Xiao Ma is now alive or dead. After the spread, everyone carefully figured it out. In the end, they broke their hands and poked their eyes to let everyone find the clues.

After some investigations, someone quietly said about the pony molesting Yingmei.

From then on, this British girl became the target of Dongchang's attention. Everyone wanted someone to bully her, and then came out to save the beauty...

Uh! Yingmei is not a beauty.

But Quan Cai is more touching than beautiful women!

After the pot stickers were finished, Yingmei wrapped 20 of them in oil paper, and then respectfully directed at An Lunfu.

An Lun nodded slightly, then mounted and left.

After sitting down, his favor for this British girl was confirmed. Several Fanzi suddenly moved to think carefully, wondering if An Lun touched Fan's heart...

An Lun glanced at Ying Mei, then turned around.

He thought of his little sister.

The little girl who died in Yan Dajian's house.

It hurts!

An Lun beat his chest vigorously, then coughed heartbreakingly for a while, but the pain in his heart couldn't dissipate~www.readwn.com~ The morning breeze was blowing, and his face stabbed, but An Lun didn't feel it.

Yingmei counted the copper coins happily, and then directed at a stall next to her and said, "Uncle Yang, I gave you two more coins!"

The small stall next door sells noodles, and the middle-aged man has a lot of worry in his eyes, and he smiles strongly: "Okay, Ying Mei hurry up and get some dowry."

The reputation of Dongchang is not good, it is similar to the monsters and ghosts, if it is implicated in the future...

When he arrived at the East Factory, someone came to tell him: "Father-in-law, Xin Jian was beaten by someone."

An Lun sat down, Fanzi took out the pot stickers, and he took one and ate slowly.

Potstickers, especially those with chicken sauce, are the most delicious and can make people unstoppable.

He ate a potsticker, drank a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "That's a whirlpool, personal grievances, your majesty didn't say anything, let's take care of him!"