The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

After Niu Jing's death, more than 40 people in the Niu family cried bitterly. With the strong smell of blood and corpses, the food market turned into ghosts for a while.

He threw the beheading knife back to the executioner. Guli couldn't bear to see it again. He jumped off the stage and hugged Jiang qianxia.

Obediently hugging his waist, Jiang qianxia coldly winked at the beheading officer who didn't know what to do, indicating that he could order others to be beheaded.

Among the people who were pushed forward and beheaded on the stage, there were innocent people who knew nothing about the matter. There were children of several years old and old people in their 60s and 70s. People couldn't help sighing about their attitudes before they died.

After more than 40 bodies were arranged together, Jiang qianxia made a cold voice.

"Asahi's days in Kyoto are not long, but compared with everyone present, I still know what kind of person I am."

"As far as I am concerned, people don't commit crimes against me. I don't want to implicate innocent people from the bottom of my heart, but the premise is that if anything comes to me and my husband, don't implicate the people around me, and even my children under the age of one year, they intend to be cruel."

The people were a little confused, but many of the officials looked unnatural.

"I'll leave my words here. In the future, no matter whether I'm not pleasing to the eyes of a woman who doesn't look like a woman, or political differences and conflicts of interest, as long as it's aimed at our husband and wife, we will only do tit for tat and never hurt the innocent."

"If the people around us are implicated again, don't blame our husband and wife for their immoral reputation of killing everything."

The man who gathered the body was from Marshal Lin's house. The old Marshal felt shameless, so he didn't see anyone today, so he hid in his house and drank muggy wine.

The corpse can be sewn up by the people in Yizhuang. People are like lights out. Although they can't be buried thickly, they can transport the Niujing family back to their hometown, return to their roots and settle down in the earth.

I felt that the atmosphere was somewhat unnatural, and the people who watched the excitement also dispersed in a low-key. After greeting the officials, they dispersed respectively. Some were still confused, some were secretive, their faces were slightly heavy, and some showed a smile of schadenfreude, which attracted the eyes of others.

The time and space at the entrance of the vegetable market opened up. Boundless had already driven the carriage. Gu Li held Jiang qianxia's hand and wanted to help her into the carriage, but frowned and found that a group of people with strange clothes hurried to them.

"They should be the diplomatic corps. It turned out that they were not making fun just now. Did your majesty ask them to come to me for anything?"

Clapping Guli's hand on the ground, Jiang qianxia guessed in a low voice.

"Master, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to talk here. Why don't you invite them to your house?"

Hesitated for a moment, glanced sideways at Guli. Jiang qianxia hummed, twisted a soft meat on his waist, leaned in his ear and whispered, "I'll go back to Jiang's house, and you'll go back to Gu's house first to solve my aunt's problem. Although she finally helped me, at first she wanted to frame me for stealing, and I haven't settled accounts with her!"

Guli's face was black, reluctantly nodded, and said, "the Yi intention of Heli was torn out. Anyway, it's all acting and doesn't count."

"Bah! Can't you marry me again?"

"I can't afford to marry. You still have the key to the inner storehouse of the ancient house, and you have the ghost slave and cottage token. Everything for your husband is yours. You can see the cost of marriage by yourself."

Jiang qianxia, who felt very poor, stopped talking. He subconsciously covered his wallet, turned his eyes at the calm Guli, impatiently waved him away and asked him to leave quickly.

Holding her hand and biting, Guli looked at the color eye people who came together and said casually: "aunt's business is not urgent. I'll send you back to the house first to see what they want to say."

Knowing that he was supporting himself, Jiang qianxia felt it was unnecessary, but he was moved and used. He took his arm, climbed into the carriage and signaled to communicate with them.

After seeing them, the strange woman who was most praised by Daqian climbed into the carriage. The bishop was cold in his heart. He trotted forward two steps anxiously regardless of his image, and was stopped by a man who was more beautiful than an angel.

"I wonder if the foreign envoy can speak Mandarin?"

"Beautiful sir, all the priests who came to Daqian have carefully studied Daqian Mandarin for two years. Although we don't understand a lot, we can hear it a little."

The cardinal is a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing. Although he has a gray beard under his chin, his actual age is definitely not much.

Mandarin has a strange tone. Although it speaks smoothly, it still makes boundless respond to many details before figuring out his meaning.

With two dislikes in his heart, his boundless attitude remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "my master invites you to have a chat at home. The foreign envoy should have something to say to my master?"

Unexpectedly, the legendary woman did not refuse them, but invited them to be guests at home. The bishop blushed and nodded excitedly. He didn't know why he was so happy. It's hard to say that this is the guidance of the God!

Happily, he rented a carriage and followed boundless back to Jiangfu. "You Westerners like to say bad things in front of your master? What about your noble elegance and your demeanor?"

Jiang qianxia changed his clothes and came out. Unexpectedly, he heard them chirping and talking here and there in Old English.

He couldn't help snapping back two sentences in English. After being caught at the scene, Jiang qianxia was embarrassed and wanted to drill under the table. Jiang qianxia snorted proudly.

Although she has never liked English, English is a compulsory course from primary school to college. How can she not understand such a simple word?

"Dear lady, have you ever been to our country? It's a great honor to know our language!"

The bishop is an old fox. Although his skill in getting round the game is average, he managed to change the topic.

"I haven't been there. I've always wanted to visit before, but the journey is far away and it's too troublesome, so let's talk about it."

Vaguely uncovering the stubble, Jiang qianxia looked curiously at their clothes with a strong religious flavor, and couldn't help asking, "are you missionaries? What religion do you believe in?"

"Your acuity is amazing. We are the God sect from the Far West..."

"What?! you are taught by the gods? Sleeping trough! Come on, take them all down! It's shameless. Bullies have come to my house!"

Jiang qianxia angrily patted the table and got up. Ghost slaves swarmed from all corners. They punched and kicked mercilessly. After stringing a pile of unresponsive external ropes, ghost 2 was suspicious and said, "master, they are too weak. Will we recognize the wrong person?"