The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

In the Far West, the free culture and customs gave birth to a kind of existence that many Daqian people can't understand - followers.

Most of the time, followers do the things of the most loyal dead man, but unlike the dead man, what to do or not to do for the followed person is up to the followers themselves.

There is no subordinate relationship between the two, like a collaborator or or a certain belief.

The respected wise man is protected by a large number of followers so that he can spread his wisdom; A brave soldier also has followers, because his bravery is admired by his followers.

But no matter how free the culture is, in this age of men's respect, it's enough for women to have followers.

What's more, this follower turned out to be a prince of a country. The future king himself has tens of thousands of followers and Yue zhuona with the country as his surname.

"Zhuona, have you thought it over?"

Guli asked in a deep voice, his mouth full of bitterness - his little cook was dazzling no matter how she hid it.

Even though he didn't want to hide her light on purpose, he was still very uncomfortable surrounded by so many excellent men

With a strange but flexible and elegant posture, he circled around Jiang qianxia for three times. The moon man stroked his hands over his heart, raised his head, stretched his arms, and then fell slowly.

It's like a male bird courting with its gorgeous feathers, and it's like some kind of believer's worship.

"Of course, my dear brother, I have considered it clearly. You see, the follower's ceremony is over. Whether the lovely lamb wants it or not, I will guard her happiness wholeheartedly."

"This man... Should be able to get along with brother boundless."

The ghost turned the poison scholar gently and said softly.

"It's hard to say. Xiaosheng also consciously protects your master. See how bad limitless's attitude towards Xiaosheng is!"

Glancing sideways at him, the ghost said faintly, "I believe you want to eat and drink and join the fun with the master by the way."

Fang Ying, who was humiliated and forgotten by everyone, clenched her fist bitterly, hung her head and tried not to let the jealousy in her eyes be seen by Jiang qianxia.

Why, why do so many young talents turn around Jiang qianxia! Brother Gu is like this, doctor song is like this, boundless is like this. Now even the future owner of the West has come all the way!

What's good about her? Why does everyone only see this witch and can't see her!

Fang Ying was oppressed, and Jiang qianxia, the protagonist of the incident, was even more oppressed. Why did no one pay attention to her?

With a melancholy sigh, Jiang qianxia patted the little tiger's ass twisting around on his shoulder, collapsed his shoulder and silently walked out of the crowd - no one found it

"Grandpa sun... Qian Xia's arm hurts. You always rub it or give me two needles?"

Sun Changsheng, who was studying Panax notoginseng carefully, raised his head, looked at the little tiger on her shoulder in surprise, and happily asked her to come and sit down.

"Girl, I didn't say that you have excellent medical skills. Why don't you want to learn the way of pricking needles and dispersing blood, which is common among Jianghu doctors?"

The scalp was numb and looked at more than a dozen long needles that couldn't support the trembling on his two arms. Jiang qianxia twitched at the corners of his mouth and said, "you're always around me. I'd rather use a knife on others than a needle..."

The knife is cold and handsome. Using a needle always gives her the feeling of being a vicious mother to Xing her handmaid.

Besides, to learn to use needles, you must first write down the acupoints of the whole body. She is so lazy. Where is she interested?

Although it was a pity, sun Changsheng didn't mean to force her. He only gently said that he would give her a prescription for a medicine bath and let her take a good bath for the little tiger to remove the insects and dirt.

"In addition to taking a medicine bath, you should also give some medicine for eliminating insects in your body. It is estimated that parasites are indispensable in the stomach of little glutinous rice."

In addition to expelling insects inside and outside the body, she is also thinking about buying a rabies vaccine from modern times. After all, she will be kept as a pet in the future. If she is accidentally bitten, she can make a famous joke in history.

The old and the young chatted. Jiang qianxia didn't say where he went or what he did in the morning, and sun Changsheng didn't ask.

This pressure free intimacy makes Jiang qianxia more reluctant to go out from the medical account.

But it's useless to escape, especially for someone who is difficult to do, it's useless to hide at the ends of the earth

"Madam, you have run away from your husband twice today."

The curtain of the medical tent was lifted. Guli strode in. Before Jiang qianxia answered, he bent down and carried her on his shoulder.

Nodding to sun Changsheng, Guli walked out overbearing.

After all, being carried like rice was a loss of face. On the way back to the main account, all the soldiers pretended to be strange. Jiang qianxia angrily put the little tiger around his neck and encouraged his pet to bite the heartless one to death.

"Madam, it's estimated that it will take a few years for your pet to make a difference."

Pretending to be a relaxed joke, Guli, who returned to the main account, put down the curtain of the door. The little tiger grabbed his neck and threw it into the corner. He held her tightly in his arms and buried her head in her neck.

Feeling his temperature and silent weakness, Jiang qianxia is softhearted again

"... madam."

"Huh?"

"Madam."

"... say something!"

"Madam... Do you regret being my Guli's wife?"

The air condenses again.

Guli held her and looked down on the curtain. He said faintly, "madam is not weak. She is not a delicate flower in the flower garden that can only be used for viewing."

"Nonsense, I am a delicate flower in front of you. Others can fear or rely on me as a cannibal flower, but you are different. You have to worry about whether I will be tired. You have to shelter me from the wind and rain. You have to protect me and my children from being uprooted by hidden predators..."

Holding the handsome face of Guli's beard, they put their foreheads against their foreheads, rub the tip of their noses, and look into each other's eyes and hearts.

"When you are tired, I will protect you and help you build an iron army. When I am tired, you should pet me unconditionally and hold me in the palm of your hand like a daughter."

In fact, Jiang qianxia knows very well that it is not easy to be a wife to a general and have the burden of a general's wife on his shoulders.

When you marry a general, you are destined to abandon some weak, bloody and decisive. That's what a woman should do.

Just like countless women all over the world envy the empress, but if you really want to change a silly white and sweet lady to sit in that position, the harem will be in chaos in two days. Even if you leave your life, it is estimated that you will die of madness in the cold palace alone.

Marry anyone, you have to take any risk. Jiang qianxia is no exception. She even enjoys it very much.

If a modern independent woman wants her to stay at home and make a beautiful flower, drink tea and embroider every day, she can't step out of the deep backyard all her life. It's better to kill her.

But she is also a woman. No matter how strong and feared she is outside, she also has a woman's side - she can't tolerate the people she loves most and has more pity for other women than her!

Touching Guli's face, Jiang qianxia stretched out a pink tongue and gently licked his thin lips.

"Dear husband, please remember that the more you look at Fang Ying, the faster she will die... Your wife's jealousy is very strong ~"

"Oh ~" suddenly hugged her and deepened the kiss. Guli murmured vaguely and excitedly: "madam, what I like most is the appearance of a demon when you want to take people's lives..."