indianbanksassociation Chapter 13 Assassination of Paper Dolls
Chapter 13 Assassination of Paper Dolls
Chapter 13 Assassination of Paper Dolls
Jiao Da has been inexplicably happy recently, and he casually perfunctory at work.
Gray beard, thinning hair, disheveled and dyed with hoarfrost, with a wine gourd in his hand, he invited his companions to drink: "Son of the Zhang family, how many sips with this old man?"
"I haven't finished feeding the horse grass yet, so I don't have time." The young man surnamed Zhang ignored him.
"You're far less courageous than your father, you're not a man who can start a family, you coward." Jiao laughed and scolded.
Who dares to go to work like you, the old man, drink to your heart's content, with the name of the Lord of Salvation, the fathers and grandpas of the stewards have worked together, who really cares about you?
No children, no worries, I dare to drink, hit me with a board, the monthly payment is deducted, the whole family will not starve to death.
"If you can teach the steward not to deduct my monthly payment, it's fine if I stay with you and get drunk every day." A look of disdain.
"A real man will get his fame immediately, thinking about a little bit of monthly money like fingernails all day long, it's worthless."
Zhang Xiaosi grinned: "Ah~, old man, it doesn't matter, I don't know how strong my hands are!"
Jiao Da was drunk, humming the military tune, found a shady place, and continued to drink.
Don't talk nonsense about the names of the saints in the conferment of the gods. Speak, and meditate on the name of the gods.
The gods and Buddhas of this world appear holy, and I regret what I said.
The people of this dynasty think that it is normal to get sick, and they don't know the cause and effect.
Jia Rong is a master of martial arts, taking the Xiantian Yiqi pill from the world of cultivating immortals, how can she get sick with such a strong physique?
Uncle Rong thought about offering incense to the saint, and he was softened for a while, because his small arms and legs couldn't withstand the storm.
Xuanzhen Temple outside the city, where my grandfather was, happened to meet, and tricked him into making alchemy with big pearls.
Get some yellow buds all day long, young girls, maybe they will be chronically poisoned long ago.
The big pearl has a bit of aura, calming the mind, adding some ginseng and ganoderma, and refining the elixir, it is better than mercury and the like, so that he can live for a few more years.
After all, it is a karma to use the body of a descendant of someone else's blood.
Besides, he is different from Jia Zhen, Jia Zhen wants to kill herself.
Jia Jing is a poor man who has lost his struggle.
Talented, Confucian Jinshi, is a very smart and enterprising person.
He has a title and has his own teacher to help him. He probably became a Taoist priest because he failed to handle the relationship between the DPRK and China, or was implicated in politics.
Sign in to get a variety of precious porcelain in the world, [-] tons.Remarks ridiculed that the host loves all kinds of women, has countless gold and silver, and if he doesn't know how to buy basic supplies, he will be ridiculed in the future.
System, you are talking nonsense, I have decided to provoke women less, isn't the house messy enough?
There are four women in the family, and a pair of master and servant outside.The daughter-in-law is delicate and beautiful, she likes that little thing, and is obsessed with it all day long.
Those two outside were very brave due to less rain and more drought, which is beyond the reach of ordinary men.
If a normal adult man has more than a dozen wives, big and small, plus a few housemaids, and his father-in-law is not available at home, I can only praise his yard for its lush flowers and plants.
I went to the small yard of the storehouse to get all kinds of medicinal materials, two swords, and ten carts of porcelain, and stuffed them into my storehouse.
Instruct the servant girl to send two sets of various porcelains to Tianxianglou, Xiaoqingyuan.
Uncle Rong didn't dare to go to Keqing's house recently, the day and night were irrelevant, and the daughter-in-law didn't have the strength to let go.
Generally, men are exhausted, but women are fine, which shows that Jia Rong has long physical strength.
Today we decided to go to Xuanzhen Temple to offer incense, and went to Tianxiang Tower.
Qin Keqing was delighted: "Master, come quickly, do you see the color of my nails is beautiful? They were just dyed."
In fact, she felt a sense of crisis in her heart. She had never had children after marriage, and a new woman was added to the family, which divided the hearts of men.
"Let me see the difference." The little girl likes to play with fire these days.
A small white hand was placed in the palm of his hand, and the index finger inadvertently scratched it a few times, and a few strands of hair brushed towards the man's handsome face.
A woman with a face of over 90 points, she is blatantly teasing you...
On the surface, Uncle Rong was unhurried, pretending to appreciate the beauty's newly dyed nails seriously, but in fact, he sniffed the fragrance of Ke'er's body, and unconsciously touched her eyebrows with his nose.
"Oh, why are you so dishonest when you talk?" Ke'er was secretly happy, duplicity, thinking that you can't escape my house today.
Rong Daguan took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her forehead: "The color is brighter and more beautiful than before." After a pause, he said: "I want to take you, Xiaoqing, and my wife to pray for my father in the future, and take a look at my grandfather."
"This is a good thing. Filial piety is the first priority in the country. If it is passed on, it will benefit the official career." She is very clear about the problems between father and son, and she thinks that Jia Rong is asking for fame.
Uncle Rong takes one step at a time and counts three steps. How can he understand his dirty mind, poor daughter in her boudoir.
Instruct Baozhu to send a message to his wife Youshi, that the uncle wants to invite her to burn incense together, let her ventilate first, and then invite her.
"Ruizhu, go and instruct all the stewards in the mansion to make preparations for going to Xuanzhen Temple in the future. Walking in the wild, the mansion's soldiers are also indispensable." Qin's handling of the matter was meticulous, and said with a smile: "Master, I will send you to Aunt Qing's place." Someone tell?"
Uncle Rong nodded in agreement: "Mr. Ouyang's place will also be notified." There is really a matter, and it is easy for the two masters to deal with each other.
It's lunch time, but Qing has no time to start.
After Jia Rong signed in early in the morning, she brought back a lot of things. In addition to the previous inventory, the warehouse was almost full. She was a little helpless. The system gave it every day, and there were too many good things. Manpower, free up some spare rooms, tidy them up, and use them as warehouses."
"Well, after dinner, I'll ask some women to take care of it." The master is also a tosser, and the good things are poured into the house like a stream of water.
Porcelain is just like that. I haven’t seen the real thing in my previous life, and I’ve seen a lot of fakes. The tea in the small cup of porcelain is small, and it’s not enjoyable to drink. However, scholars in this dynasty think that tasting is an elegant thing. Make a distinction between drinking behavior.
But Qing likes these porcelains, they are precious, and Mr. Qin Ye's scholarly thinking has influenced her.
If Xiaoqing doesn't come here for three meals, Zhe Zhan doesn't have to stand by the rules, and occasionally greets her, and Uncle Rong is afraid that they will roll up their sleeves and the backyard will catch fire.
Six dishes and one soup, cold beer is standard.
Clearly mixed with bitter chrysanthemum, similar to the practice of later generations, dripped with self-extracted sesame oil from Ningguo Mansion Zhuangzi, refreshing, fresh, crisp and tender, and top-grade wine. (I bought a bottle of sesame oil in the market that is not pure, and I have deep resentment.)
Seeing that Uncle Rong loves to eat, Ke'er brought it to him with her own hands, and the two of them showed their affection as a servant girl, almost losing their jobs.
Wine is the match of sex. After drinking beer, the daughter-in-law next to her is gentle and gentle. The more she looks, the better she looks: "Come, sit closer."
Ke'er knew what he was thinking, how could the servant girl act recklessly when she was around: "It's hot, why are you so close?" She sat on the sofa and didn't move.
The officials in Rong were full of wine and food, and were in high spirits. They messed around in front of the servant girl, who was so frightened that the servant girl hid.
The cicada on the tree couldn't stand the noise, and was captured by the sparrow while flying away, so it was settled.
I didn't leave the house in the afternoon, and dinner was hastily finished.
The soap locusts are weak and the hair is very difficult to wash.
The child's time is about to pass, but Qing made an idea, and the officials stood up to serve.
Just when she was having fun, Jia Rong suddenly heard a sound like paper flipping at the door, the sound was very small, and she turned her head to look strangely in her heart.
Ke'er urged, but no.
Looking in the direction out of curiosity.
By the moonlight, I saw a small paper man, wearing armor, with perfect eyebrows and eyes, black and purple cheeks, about three inches, holding a paper knife, squeezing in through the crack of the door.
Immediately, he raised his hands up, pretending to be huge, and raised himself up as if inflated.
Ke Qing was stunned, she wanted to shout, her body was overly tense and out of control.
Jia Rong didn't dare to look any further, she didn't have time to think about what kind of monster it was, she yelled: "Damn it!" She got up and left Ke'er, naked, grabbed the sword on the wall, and ran to kill the paper figure.
Just like a living person, the paper man turned into a strong soldier, and the paper knife also turned into a steel knife, swinging the knife straight, with great force.
Jia Rong's body was like a swimming dragon, and she sent out a broken knife, but because the opponent's speed was too fast, she hit one place, and the swords collided with each other, sparks splashed down.
Nine Yang True Qi runs at full speed, the direction of the feet changes, the speed increases greatly, and the sword swipes obliquely, hitting the paper man's chest.
Such as hitting leather, it is flexible and hard to penetrate, the wound is shallow, and the technique is evil, it can be seen that it is powerful.
Nima.
The soldier was angry, and the steel knife slashed from right to left.
Ling Bo moved around the soldiers, so that he had no time to kill Ke'er. He tapped the cold star and slashed the knife-wielding wrist.
After seven or eight strokes, the steel knife fell to the ground. The soldier was frightened and turned around to leave.
Without the restraint of the steel knife, the sword slashed straight at the neck and fired several times in an instant. The soldier's head fell to the ground, and a puff of black smoke wafted from his body, still turning into pieces of paper.
Uncle Rong retreated to the bedside with his sword, protecting Keqing.
Baozhu in the outer room was disturbed, and she came in to visit, and saw the uncle standing there naked, holding a sword, scanning the doors and windows, terrified.
Jia Rong said sharply: "Don't talk, come to the bed and protect your grandma!"
Baozhu didn't know the situation, so she nodded obediently.
Keqing Baozhu hugged each other, trembling.
After watching for a while, seeing nothing happened, he put away his sword and put on his clothes.
Comfort Keqing Baozhu well.
No sleep tonight, water stains on the bed, don't know the outside situation, dare not act casually.
(End of this chapter)