The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Calm down. What's the matter? You came to me in such a hurry?"

Jiang Qian's summer clothes, who went back to the house to change clothes, were scratched at the door in disorder. Zisu didn't expect her master to be so unreliable. She pulled her in anxiously. She didn't succeed. She had to quickly open her arms and block her behind her.

Holding a long knife, everyone looked like Xiao wine of a bad man. Seeing that Jiang qianxia didn't seem to be hurt and his eyes didn't cry, he was relieved. He waved to her and said in a big way: "you go back to the house and clean up before you come out. I'll show you here. There's nothing wrong!"

Jiang qianxia, who was confused, was dragged back to the house by Perilla to dress up. In the inner yard, only maidservants were left, like frightened birds, hiding behind the porch pillars one by one, looking at Xiao Jiu sitting on the stone steps with Damascus golden Dao.

A moment later, Xiao Jiu sorted out his clothes and came out with a funny way: "what's the matter?"

Xiao Jiu ignored her, frowned and looked around before saying in a deep voice, "where's the teaching mother who bullied you?"

Jiang qianxia took a deep look at the weak Yuzhu and said casually, "I let someone kill me. The body was wrapped in a mat and sent back to the return team of the ritual officer."

Tilted his head and pulled out his ears, Xiao Jiu took off his helmet solemnly and said, "I just seem to have a little trouble in my mind. What did you say, say it again."

Without giving Xiao Jiu a chance to deceive herself and others, Jiang qianxia didn't mean to avoid suspicion. He took him directly into the boudoir and told her the dispute with mother Xi.

Xiao Jiu was so angry that he slapped him on the low table and shouted, "what? That old woman wants to poke you with a needle? Xuanjia army can't even touch a hair of you. She's impatient!"

Xiao Jiu, who got up and wandered around the room, couldn't vent his anger. He simply pointed to Jiang qianxia and complained, "why did you kill her with a stick? You should wait for me to come, drag her back to the army, expose her to the sun for three days and then break it up!"

Clapping his hand, Jiang qianxia gave him a lazy white look and didn't bother to explain to the silly boy what is personal gratitude and resentment and what is killing between civil and military.

She did it herself. Although the civil servants in the court were dissatisfied, they would only annoy her. As long as the emperor and the queen were not dissatisfied, they could do nothing about her.

But if the generals of xuanjiajun start this matter, the emperor must think more about whether his generals are dissatisfied with the imperial court.

Perilla came in with a tea tray and deliberately opened the door of the boudoir.

She would rather the Lord's boudoir be seen by everyone than any gossip against the Lord!

Thinking of the master wholeheartedly, perilla doesn't like the silly Xiao wine.

With a bang, he smashed the tea bowl in front of Xiao Jiu. The Basil's nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes. He stood beside Jiang qianxia and glared at him angrily.

Xiao Jiu was a little surprised at the beginning how he offended the little maid. When he looked around, he suddenly found that he was in the unmarried woman's boudoir. He was scared like a frightened rabbit. He left the tea bowl and jumped out of the door, standing in the hospital laughing at Jiang qianxia.

"Now I want to avoid suspicion. Why have I gone? You can come and go freely in my boudoir in the army every day, and I don't see any taboos."

After a run on Xiao jiuxia, Jiang qianxia got up and went out and said, "I'm all right here. You can't spend the night in the city. Go back while the weather is still early."

I don't know whether I can collect a large amount of grain and spirits in the border city of wanbaoge. Jiang qianxia tolerated it and didn't tell Xiao Jiu about his preparation of steaming spirits as alcohol.

"OK, I'll go back first."

Push the pillar like Wu Xiong in front of Jiang qianxia. Xiao Jiu said with a smile, "this is the guard our general found for you. Just give him any dirty work!"

Wu Xiong was his own personal guard in the army. Jiang Qian's summer harvest was very calm.

Xiao Jiu, who left the other courtyard, paused, scratched his head and sighed, swallowing the news that the army was about to leave tomorrow.

Early the next morning, the mighty army divided into two groups and killed each other on the territory of the Guli people.

The dust raised by tens of thousands of war horses covered the gray sky over Qingping city.

Jiang qianxia, who is addicted to sleeping in, seems to have a feeling. After struggling in bed, he is defeated by the sleepiness brought by staying up late last night to sort out the steamed wine materials. He mutters twice, turns over again, and wraps up the sweet sleep of his life.

After sleeping until the sun rises, the first batch of spirits collected by wanbaoge came to the door. The originally spacious courtyard was suddenly filled with large and small wine jars. When the servant passed by, he didn't even have room to step down.

Jiang qianxia came out of the boudoir yawning and was startled by the spectacular scene.

"Master, in addition to those in our yard, 50% of the warehouse in wanbaoge is full of spirits. How do you use these spirits?"

He Bin looked at these good wines greedily. When he spoke, his throat couldn't help rolling.

As soon as he patted his head, Jiang qianxia said with a bitter smile, "go and buy two dragon jars. No matter what kind of wine, pour it all into the jar. Why do you keep such small bottles?"

"Master, these wines taste different. They taste mixed..."

"Whatever the taste? These wines are not for drinking."

He opened a small jar of good wine with a palm in his hand and blocked the mouths of two drunkards, he bin and Wu Xiong. Jiang qianxia handed the simple distillation equipment drawn last night to perilla and asked her to find a craftsman to get it out as soon as possible.

The servants in the whole other hospital were busy. Yuzhu, who had nothing to do, stood aside and hesitated again and again. He still went to Jiang qianxia's side and knelt down.

"Miss, please send Yuzhu back to Beijing."

Shaking the round fan in his hand, Jiang qianxia glanced at Yuzhu and said faintly, "why, where did I treat you badly before you gave birth to the heart of leaving?"

As soon as the heart was tight, Yuzhu quickly lowered his head and said in a soft voice, "the slave and maid came from the official department's Chamberlain's house, but the slave and maid absolutely didn't have the slightest idea of being unfavorable to the young lady. I asked the young lady to spare her life."

Jiang qianxia did have the idea of secretly getting rid of Yuzhu. She had too many secrets to leave a civilian informant.

With a sigh, Jiang qianxia pulled out the Jasper hairpin on his head and handed it to Yuzhu. He sighed: "for the sake of not knowing much, let's go. I hope you won't be against me again in the future."

Yuzhu left with a simple salute.

Wu Xiong and he bin drank wine and eagerly looked at the direction of Yuzhu's departure.

Jiang qianxia walked behind the two men, slapped them behind their heads and warned: "in the future, unless I order, the people I let go will be let go. You are not allowed to do anything to kill people, do you hear me!"

Wu Xiong grinned and answered. He looked up and gulped down the wine in the bowl to vent his happiness.

It's a pleasure to follow such a principled master!