Lie Yan had a high status, so he was her daughter's senior brother. The child had been with them for a long time, and she could see that the child was really good to her daughter. So she accepted it happily.
But this prince was a prince, the emperor's son. He was also so kind to his daughter, so she suspected that his purpose was not pure.
It is said that the prince is interested in Mian Yatou's prescription, but Xiao Mian said that he would give him shares, but no one asked for it.
At that time, the prince laughed so heartily and said: How can I let you support me? After all, I have a lot of money with my status.
Yes, he is a prince, so he is not short of money. Naturally, he is not short of women either. He is a daughter who is as small as a little bean sprout, and others look down on her, right?
Mrs. Song was thinking wildly, and for a moment she felt that her daughter was very good, but she was afraid that the prince really had some bad intentions for her.
After a while, I felt that although my daughter was nice, she was still a child, so the prince would not be so perverted as to bully a child, would he?
Mrs. Li was busy for a while and then came over to murmur.
"Sister-in-law, the prince is here again today, and he brought his father-in-law with him."
As she spoke, she lowered her voice and said, "My father-in-law, I took a peek and he really doesn't have a beard."
Ms. Song scolded her: "If you have anything to say, let's go home. This person talks too much. Don't let anyone listen to it."
Ms. Li quietly stuck out her tongue, showing her childlike state, and then said: "Sister-in-law, does this prince have a crush on cotton girl?"
Mrs. Song's heart skipped a beat, her hands shook, and she almost poured a spoonful of hot soup over her body.
She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked in a trembling voice: "What did you see?"
Mrs. Li was also shocked when she saw Mrs. Song's appearance.
She quickly comforted her: "Sister-in-law, don't get me wrong, I don't mean the one I'm attracted to."
"Didn't all the storytellers say that there are many high-ranking officials who have clients? I mean, the prince has taken a fancy to Mian Yatou's craftsmanship, and maybe he wants to win over our girl as a client?"
"oh"
Mrs. Song let out a loud sigh, which frightened her to death.
Zhao Qifan saw that Xiao Mian was so busy that he didn't even have time to talk to him.
He glared at Lie Yan with dissatisfaction: "She is alone, and her body has not grown yet. Tell the Lord Protector that the delivery time is too tight. Slow down and wait for another three months."
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Lie Yan was speechless, this damn boy had a broken brain and lacked a muscle.
Even he could tell that Mian Sock was using this medicine refining to practice!
Haven't you seen that every time she makes a pot of ointment, she goes into the space to meditate?
Is this cultivation method taught by this guy?
Alas! Poor child.
Lie Yan suddenly showed an expression of pity, which made Zhao Qifan feel depressed.
He knew that he had forgotten many things, but what was this kid doing? How about pity him?
"I say, allocate two of your secret guards to her. If there are more than one, it's best to arrange a few more."
Lie Yan suddenly frowned and said worriedly.
Both of them were a thorn in the side of some people, and they both ran to Li's house every day.
Naturally, their movements cannot be hidden from some thoughtful people.
The young people dare not mess around, but they are afraid that some people will cause trouble to the Li family.
Zhao Qifan nodded: "I'll ask Phantom to come over."
Next to His Highness King Qi, there are two masters of secret guards, one is Shadow and the other is Phantom.
Lie Yan nodded: "My father bought the Zhuangzi next door, and there are three hundred people in it."
Zhao Qifan raised his eyebrows: The Protector's Palace attaches great importance to the junior sister, and the craftsmanship of the junior sister deserves their special protection.
Zhao Qifan thought for a while and suddenly said: "There is a red iron ruler in the imperial mausoleum. If it can be refined, it should be suitable for you to use."
Lie Yan's kung fu was good, but it was a pity that he didn't have a handy weapon.
There are countless famous swords and knives in the arsenal of the Protector's Mansion, but none of them are as good as what he wants.
Hematite is actually fire crystal iron. It is more difficult to refine than cold iron.
Lie Yan practiced fire-based skills, so if he had fire crystal iron as a weapon, it would be very suitable.
Lie Yan grinned: "You are really willing to give it up. That is your royal family's most important mausoleum treasure."
Zhao Qifan looked at him: "You are more important."
Lie Yan choked. This kid suddenly made this sensational act. He couldn't stand it?
"Success, I will protect their Zhao family from danger as long as I live."
Zhao Qifan looked at his hands: "Isn't my surname Zhao?"
Lie Yan: Boy, your surname is Long.
Xiaomian is as busy as ever.
Phantom led a group of subordinates to obey Xiao Mian's orders.
An Qi looked at Xiao Mian who was directing people to work, and couldn't help but ask Phantom: "Sister Mei, is this girl really the master's junior sister?"
After following his master for so many years, a junior sister suddenly appeared. Why didn't he believe it so much?
Phantom glanced at him: "What do you think?"
An Qi touched his nose and said, "I think this girl is not our master's illegitimate daughter, right?"
"Snapped"
An Wuyi slapped him over.
"What are you talking about? You can give birth to an eleven-year-old illegitimate daughter at the age of twenty?"
An Qi rubbed his head, "That's what I said, why did you hit me?"
"Did I hit you? I was trying to wake you up."
Phantom looked around and ordered: "Divide into two groups, strengthen vigilance, and don't let idlers get close to this village."
An Wu walked around in a circle and came back with a branch to write and draw.
An Qi came over and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find something wrong?"
An Wu likes Qi Men Dun Jia. Every time he gestures like this, he either finds something wrong, or there is something wrong that puzzles him.
An Wu didn't even raise his head: "Don't disturb me."
An Qi was stunned: Did you really find something wrong?
An Qi curiously went out to wander around again, especially the place where An Wu wandered just now. He ran back and forth twice.
Turning around, An Qi became depressed.
Grandma, you really got it right.
He unexpectedly encountered a ghost hitting the wall and trapped himself on the slope, unable to get out.
An Qi lay in the grass and looked at the sky, thinking whether to send a signal flare to let An Wu come to save him.
He suddenly remembered the words of his master's junior sister: Just pay attention to the intersections. Don't worry about the crop fields down the slope, nor the woods to the north.
What does that girl mean?
Could it be that she knew there was a ghost breaking the wall here?
Or was that girl doing this on purpose?
The truth about Dark Seven is revealed.
Xiaomian is refining medicine in this village, how can he not keep it secret?
She set up a formation around her to prevent unsightly people from breaking in.
In the end, An Qi didn't have the nerve to send out the flare. He wandered around the slope for a long time, and finally turned onto the main road. Then he ran all the way, detouring from the main road to the main road into Zhuangzi.
When An Qi returned to the village, he saw An Wu reporting to Phantom.
"There are experts in Zhuangzi. Qi Men Dun Jia is a masterpiece. I have been studying for a long time, but I can't find a solution."
Phantom glanced at him and said: "My master has given me an order, don't think about it blindly, but you just don't listen. It delays the business. You know my master's temper."
An Wu's face froze, knowing that he had made a big mistake.
The duty of a secret guard is to obey orders, and curiosity is the most important thing.
Phantom clicked to stop. She continued: "Our mission is to ensure the safety of the Li family. An Wu, you will follow the second master of the Li family these days. An Qi, you will follow the two young masters."