MTL - There’s A Beauty-Chapter 11 Forty thousand

There was a lot of anxiety hidden in his heart. Some of them felt that they had to eat something and were shocked, so they took out the walnut cake wrapped in oil paper in their arms, and sipped it in small sips. The chewing sounds of rattling and rattling are like ears, like a little rat hiding in the house, which makes it difficult for people to concentrate.

The young man endured and endured, but eventually he did not hold back. He beckoned and there was a howl.

Auntie walked to the desk and mumbled as he chewed. "What does the master say?"

The teenager saw that the corners of his mouth were covered with cake crumbs, and he wiped him out helplessly. "You are not allowed to eat such shortcakes in the study in the future, have you heard?"

"You hear me." Youji nodded obediently, then asked, "What can I eat?"

His mouth couldn't stop for a moment. The young man smiled, and took out a packet of candied fruit from the drawer. "Eat this kind of food that won't make a sound. Alright, just stay away."

As long as it is edible, everyone likes it. His eyes lit up, and he took one of the candied fruits and stuffed one in his mouth, then walked back to the corner to cook. The study room finally calmed down. The teenager looked at a few pages of books, and then went back to see the magpie. He found that a small packet bulged on his cheek, apparently eating up the flesh, but he was reluctant to spit out the inner core, just waiting to **** the sweetness clean.

The boy laughed silently, and a cloud of sunlight slowly revealed in his overcast heart. Although he was exiled to practice in such bitter cold places, it seemed more fun than staying in the imperial city. Putting down the book and looking at the sky outside the window, he whispered, "It's noon, go back to lunch."

Something like eating doesn't always fall behind. He jumped up immediately, shoved the prepared stove into the teenager's hands, and said anxiously, "Master, wait, I'll go to the stove to get food right away."

"Wait for me to change clothes before I go." The teenager dragged the young boy who jumped out of the threshold, his expression was helpless and funny.

There was a slight redness in the ears of the ears, and she followed the teenager rudely. Adolescents love to clean and need to change three sets of clothes a day, one each morning, night and evening, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable. The two returned to the bedroom, and Ada happened to bring the newly cut clothes.

"These sets are sloppy. Try them on." A laughed and opened one of the small packages.

Some looked up at their toes, and it really was their size. There were underwear and cotton jackets. There were also two pairs of cowhide boots with lamb wool clipped inside, which must be very warm. He had dark eyes that seemed to be glowing, but he still suppressed his joy and took off the young man's clothes. He said, "Let the master change the clothes first, I will go back and try these clothes."

"Try it now. I'll ask them to change if they don't fit." But the teenager refused to agree, dressing the younger children himself.

The padded jacket is very thick and the color is very bright. Some pupae have gained a bit of weight recently. The waxy skin has become white and tender, and it looks like a moving powder dumpling, which is really appealing. The boy put his hand on his head, turned him around and looked at him for a long while, then he smiled with satisfaction. "My sister at home really is a beauty."

The corner of the pout was slightly tilted, revealing two small dimples.

The younger the more he looked, the more he liked it. He pulled him into his arms, reached out to poke at the dimple, and gave it a few times before he laughed.

Inspired by the word "dining", a happy idol had beaten chicken blood, dragged a heavy chair to the teenager three or two times, and stood up to undress and belt him, and pushed him to sit. At the edge of the bed, squat down and take off your shoes.

The teenager's bad taste was offended again, and he deliberately arched his instep, so that you could not pull the boots down anyway. I have used all the energy to **** milk, and my cheeks turned red for a while, but it didn't prevent the teenager from suddenly relaxing his instep and letting his boots fall off suddenly.

You Xun fell back along the inertia. Not only did he fall to the sky, he also rolled twice like a ball, and couldn't get up for a long time. Fortunately, the bedroom was covered with soft lambskin, but no pain was felt. As he rubbed his little butt, he seriously suggested, "Master, your boots are small. How many pairs will I help you with? I promise you to do better than cloth tailors."

This is not a false statement. In the last days, there is a shortage of supplies. Even if you have clothes and shoes, it is good. Who is willing to throw them away? If it breaks, sew it on again until there is no seam to sew. As a handyman, there are many young people who help people sew clothes, socks and socks, and their life skills are already full.

How can you be so deceived if you are sold and help the people? The young man laughed secretly in his heart, but his face was not obvious. He pinched his fat hand with frostbite and teased, "You little hand can't even hold the embroidery needles, can you make boots? Look at these inches. The thick soles need to be received with stitches and stitches, and you can't do without a piece of energy. You have this heart and soul, and I am very happy. "

It is indeed a problem to accept the soles of the shoes. Youyi feels weak for her age again, and reluctantly said, "Then I will help the master to make shoes when I grow up." It seemed to him that he was happy again, and raised his lips, exposing two small Dimple, "It's easy to make clothes. I'll make two spring shirts for the master, and I can wear them in a month or two."

Although the boy did not have any expectations, he still smiled brightly, "OK, I will wait to wear the new clothes that I have made for me." I thought that after my mother went, no one would sew clothes for myself. , And put your own food and clothing in your heart. But you did it. It was not the respect and responsibility of the servants to the master, but the true care and gratitude.

It is probably a fate that two people who were abandoned by their father can gather in Liangzhou, thousands of miles away.

Ada didn't dare to disturb the happy master, put his clothes into the cage, transferred to the stove room for meals, and immediately after leaving the hospital door, saw A Er stopping an old woman and a 13-year-old girl.

"This little brother, the slave's family is here to visit the younger master. I would like to ask you to inform me." Mother Song took a few pennies from the purse and wanted to stuff them into a secondhand.

Ah Er refused to answer and asked knowingly, "Who is your master?"

"My young master is my young master. Who else can he be? He used to live in the box room of the East Hospital. We looked for it, but the monk there said he moved here." Mother Song never read the book. That ’s why, now someone asks how to call it.

"How old is your young master? What does it look like?" Ada walked over to question. The two learned bad things from their own masters, and from time to time they had bad tastes. They had clearly checked the background of the three masters and servants, but they had to pretend to be stupid.

"My young master is five years old. He is so tall, with light eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, small mouth, and round face. He is very cute."

"It's a bit skinny, with a dull expression and doesn't laugh very often." Bai Yan added.

"What's dumb, that's sloppy, stubborn! You dead girl, you can't talk without reading a book!" Mother Song was unwilling, poking hard at Bai's mind.

Ada and Aer smiled very hard. No wonder tadpoles are so interesting. Ada slowed down and said, "I probably know who you are looking for, wait a minute, I'll call you."

Mother Song and Bai Yi Dasong tone, thank you in a hurry.

Auntie came out with Ada soon, and dragged Song's mother and Bai Aunt to their original room. Now, he is always with the teenager all the time, even when he goes to sleep at night, so no one lives in the house for a long time, and a layer of ash has accumulated. Mother Song thought he was being neglected, and sighed after listening to the inside story, "The nobles are kind, the old slaves set up a longevity card for the nobles."

Youxu nodded, and took out five or two silvers from her cuff. The milk sounded milky, "I will use my money to establish a longevity card, and I will add sesame oil every day." In my last life, Youxu did not believe in ghosts. But in this life I have to believe. The Li Gui said that he had gone to the death and death of Lord Yan. If there was Lord Yan, there would surely be gods and Buddhas. He would accumulate a lot of virtues for his son, and he would be able to live a better life in the future. Unlike Wang Xianggan, he did too much harm to the morals, and asked Li Gui to come to the door, and also affected himself.

"Master, where do you get the silver from?" Mother Song showed anxiety.

"The Lord, the noble. Mother, rest assured, when I grow up, I will give it back to the noble again." Youzhen did not dare to say that he had signed a contract to sell the silver, put the silver into the hands of Mother Song, and continued, "Yes, The nobleman gave me a name, Youyou, and you will call me Youyou in the future. "

"How does this make it? The young master is the young master, and the upper and lower princes ca n’t be confused." Mother Song was reluctant to reflect on the word "you" carefully, and praised, "Although it is understandable, it sounds elegant. OK, this name is good. "

Bai Yan also raised his thumb and said yes, at last, he looked around and lowered his voice to inquire about Li Gui. After listening to the master saying that Li Gui was by his side, he would not dare to come, and could not help but breathe a long breath. The three masters and servants talked about each other's recent situation, and finished eating the meals sent by Ada. Then they reluctantly said goodbye.

Youyi sent people outside the gate of the temple and watched their backs disappear at the end of the mountain road. They were about to turn around. A monk came over another mountain with a large bundle of dry wood.

"Little donor, the poor monk just stomped his feet, and I ask you to help the poor monk share the burden." He put down the dry wood and pointed to his red and swollen ankle.

He has a cold temperament and always keeps a certain distance from strangers. Mo said that the monk needs help, but he died in front of him and could not make him blink. He turned a blind eye to the monk and turned straight inside. The monk's eyes darkened, and he stepped forward to scratch his neck.

The rapid sound of footsteps aroused the alarming alertness. Instead of looking back, he scrambled up his clothes and ran, but was caught short because of his short legs.

"Where to run? If you don't die, my name won't disappear from life and death. How do you reborn as a man? You hurt me so far, you always have to pay for it!" The monk's murmur voice sounded in his ear. Scalp tingling. He went back to pick out the monk's eyes, but accidentally cut through the frostbite on his ear, and bleed a lot of blood.

The monk froze, and then rushed up to **** blood, murmuring, "I didn't expect you to be a person outside the world! Well, after drinking enough of your blood, I can also be a person outside the world, breaking the cause and effect cycle!哉 妙哉! "

At the critical moment, the sloppy brain is still running at a high speed. From the whisper of Li Gui, he learned a terrible news: his blood has an unparalleled attraction to demons and ghosts, and its effect is no less than that of Tang Monk. Tang Seng flesh can live forever, and drinking his own blood is probably the same.

In other words, his current situation is the same as in the last days. Once he bleeds, he will be eaten up by the surrounding ghosts. 2k novel reading network