Chen Tang returned to the courtyard, and Qi Shan's foot came out from somewhere. His eyes switched back and forth between Shen Tang and the other two. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be thinking about where his lord rolled back from a pigpen. Why was he so dirty?

Qi Shan seemed to be heartbroken: "Lord!"

Kang Shi felt a thrill when he heard this sound. He was afraid of seeing Qishan now. Seeing the latter strode towards him, his eyelids twitched wildly, he hurriedly said, "Yuanliang, it's not what you thought..."

Chen Tang also subconsciously said: "I didn't go riding a pig!"

Chen Tang occasionally remembered that mountain peep, who was so thief-like, only went back to the pigpen to see it. Every time he muttered to slaughter it, it would jump quickly. Chen Tang thought of the beauty he had experienced with his friend Zhai Le, so he kept it.

I don’t know where Xiaofang went back to her hometown.

Is it safe and smooth along the way?

Others think of others when they see things.

Chen Tang missed his friend when he saw the pig.

Kang Shi: "...Riding, riding a pig?"

Pray for goodness: "…"

Is this considered not to speak up?

Qi Shan took a long deep breath in secret, tried hard to suppress his blood pressure, and tried hard to squeeze out a forced smile - you can't be angry! You can't be angry! This is the lord he personally selected! This lord is only in his early twelve years!

If you have any conflicts, communicate as long as you can.

It's not worth it if you get angry.

In a few breaths, Qi Shan gave himself psychological counseling.

only--

"Ji Shou, what's wrong with you?"

His lord is dirty, dusty and smelly. He can force himself to endure it and wash it clean.

But I don't have to endure Kang Shi anymore.

He noticed two very obvious black footprints in front of Kang Shi, red scratches on his arms, backs of his hands, and fingers. Several even had scabs. At first glance, they looked like they were scratched by a wild cat.

But who is Qishan?

He is a senior poop shoveler with rich experience in raising cats. He can tell whether he is scratched by a cat at a glance.

Rather than saying that this trace was scratched by a wild cat, it was better to say that it was scratched by someone. When I thought of some strange hobbies in Kang Shi, Qi Shan's eyes immediately became very "nuclear".

Kang Shi raised his hand and looked at the wound on his back of his hands and arms. It would be fine if he didn't pay attention. When he noticed the existence of the wound, he felt the fine and dense pain spread along the wound, and said with an unlucky look: "I won't mention it anymore. I encountered a stole on the road. I was not obedient when I was caught, but I beat him back and bit him randomly..."

"Stealed? Catched?"

Kang Shi replied: "Of course I caught it."

Want to escape if you steal the lord and his head?

But when I think of the miserable appearance of the stole, Kang Shi's little anger was extinguished. Survival is not easy, and adults with strong limbs are like this, let alone orphans without fathers orphans?

The thief was not old, and there was no other way to survive except begging and stealing. This time, it was a blessing that he would meet them and meet others. No one looked at him twice when he was beaten to death in the street.

Kang Shi: "I have a long memory for two days."

Qi Shan said: "I still have some medicines in my place. You can take them to carefully treat the wound and don't leave any filth."

Although it is winter now and the weather is cold and it is not easy to breed filth, those thieves who are stumbled on the bottom don’t like to clean themselves. Their bodies are dirty, sour and smelly. Who knows what their hands touch and what dirt is hidden in their nails?

As a shoveler, Qi Shan has a good relationship with Su Shang, and his daily communication and interaction (such as bathing Su Shang) is inevitable to be thorned twice, so he often has medicines to promote blood circulation and generate muscles.

Kang Shi nodded.

Most of the ruins of the main hall of the capital have been cleaned up, and the book scripts that have been sorted out have been moved to temporary tents.

Why not put it in another room?

Haha, because most of the other rooms in the capital collapsed, they could not be occupied. Chen Tang wanted to curse her after hearing this.

Qi Shan came back after hearing this news.

“…Where will I stay at night?”

Qi Shan said: "I am wronged that the lord will spend one night in the tent. Shan has sent someone to clean up other places and move them tomorrow."

The local snake was cleaned up, and their house was also vacant. It was fine to clean up a little, as a temporary residence.

Chen Tang: "..."

If I had known this was the case-

When she attacked those families, she calmed down a little. Chen Tang had a bitter face and took a shower in the temporary tent, changed into clean clothes. She ate some food casually and prepared to continue fighting at night.

Why--

When will she achieve freedom of rest?

Looking at the Shu Jianduo who had almost not gone down, Chen Tang held his chin and was in a daze, or she had a certain number of people, and it would be fine to break it into several people alone. Thinking of this, Chen Tang, who was possessed by the second disease, put down the pen in his hand and made seals with both hands.

"Card a few more people!"

Qi Shan, holding a stack of new bamboo slips in one hand and lifting the curtain of the tent with the other: "…????"

Chen, died on the spot, Tang, quickly put down his hands.

"Wonliang didn't inform him when he came in?"

As the painter who was burning with the soul of the middle school in her body, she also felt that this scene made her so embarrassed that she could cut out three bedrooms and two living rooms.

Qi Shan said: "I have reported it."

Chen Tang: "..."

Fortunately, Qi Shan did not ask Chen Tang what that strange gesture was, nor did she ask what bird whispers she was muttering.

It’s normal to think about it again. It’s different from ten miles to ten miles, and it’s different from the customs of a hundred miles. Even if you pray to the good, you won’t know all the dialects.

But this time, the second-year illness inspired Chen Tang.

She grabbed the pen and looked at Qi Shan's side face, who was lowering his head and dealing with the Jian Jian not far away, and a bold idea arose in her heart.

"Wonryu."

"The lord said." Qi Shan is good at using multiple things and focusing on official duties. He does not forget to respond to Chen Tang, "Listen to the whole thing."

"Does Yuanliang have the Spirit of Words who are transformed from outside his body?"

I pray to my goodness and I pause my pen.

He didn't say anything but looked up at Chen Tang.

Everything is in vain.

Lord, which word do you want to harm???

Chen Tang read the above information from his subtle eyes and immediately curled his lips and said, "What kind of eyes are Yuanliang? I just think there are too many of these things. With such a few people, when can Ma Yue deal with it? Are you right?"

Qi Shan said lightly: "If the lord didn't say these words just now, can you read two more copies? Do you agree?"

Chen Tang: "..."

He asked, "Just tell me if there is such a spirit!"

Pray to good deeds: "It's true, but it's not easy to learn."

It is not easy to control by using multiple things with one mind.

and--

Qi Shan didn't expect that his lord wanted to learn it for multiple people to deal with the documents accumulated at hand, which was too extravagant.

Half an hour later.

Kang Shi took the household registration statistics that he registered today for Chen Tang to see, lifted the curtain of the simple tent, and saw three lords at once!!! The three lords looked up at him at the same time, smiled at him, and waved at the same time.

He also called him at the same time: "Jishou is here."

Kang Shi: "…"

It is not correct to say that it is the three lords.

One of them is normal, but the other two can be seen as aware that they are condensed from literary qi, and should be the incarnation of cultural qi.

Kang Shi immediately turned his eyes to Qishan.

Qi Shan turned his face away and avoided his gaze to ask.

Kang Shi: "…"

This was the first time he saw someone who was willing to spend a lot of literary talent to summon the incarnation of literary talent, just to rush to government affairs. Lord, he is really a ruthless person!

Seeing that his expression was hard to describe, Chen Tang asked, "Don't Ji Shou thinks this method is very efficient?"

She was still waiting for Kang Shi to praise him.

Kang Shi nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, there are."

There are fewer books piled up in the tent in the naked eye.
To be continued...