"Hey, this is the master's order. If the person causing trouble is found, once the master gives the order, then -" the old man's voice was deep.
"Uncle Fu, tell the master that no one can escape." The silver-haired man wearing a mask said without any emotion.
"Well," the old man nodded happily: "The master keeps us safe throughout our lives, and we should do our best to repay him. You have to be responsible for the affairs of the killer building. Don't let Uncle Fu down."
The man whispered: "I know."
"Alas," the old man felt a little distressed when he saw his adopted son's indifference. He patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave. He had been out for a long time and there were still many things to do in the village. It was time to go back.
The silver-haired man watched the old man leave with soft eyes, then turned around, clapped his hands and said: "Black Eagle, you and Liebao are responsible for this matter. I want to get the results as soon as possible."
The strong black man who came in at some point and knelt on the ground said respectfully: "Black Eagle takes the order. I will do it now."
"Inform Diao Hu and Ciao Hu, who are preparing for a prosperous martial arts world, that I have something to tell you. Go down."
"Yes, the host."
Sitting on the soft chair, Yi suddenly remembered that a few years ago, the owner who had never been masked suddenly asked to change the organization and behavior of the entire building. He was not allowed to cause trouble in the world, was not allowed to kill innocent people, and was not allowed to do injustice.
You are not allowed to disobey orders when doing things, and what is more, a stick of beads kills corrupt officials, robs ill-gotten gains, saves upright people, satisfies the needs of the people, and cleans up the scum of the world.
What you stand for is the wind of the world, and what you protect is the people you care about.
An organization notorious in the world for collecting money to kill people has gradually turned into a justice organization that is widely known in the world. It has specially set up the best and most excellent security system to protect the place where the master orders. Do what the master orders. Many years ago, I
He was rescued by Uncle Fu. After Uncle Fu left Yizhu, he took the position of the host. And Uncle Fu became the housekeeper under the arrangement of the owner, and he could start to rest. The once famous gangster did this for
The master stepped back willingly and was grateful. Although he had never met the legendary master, he still admired him. There was an inexplicable admiration in his heart.
What kind of person is he?
In the dead of night, in such a quiet time, the most suitable thing for me to do is to calm down and complete my work. Junjin's business is getting bigger and bigger, and the demand for clothing is also increasing, especially novel styles. Because
The purpose of Junjin is to add more or less modern elements based on the popularity of this era. In order to maintain the same style, I cannot find anyone to teach the most important thing of design to anyone, even the original royal master.
No, what they designed is the characteristics of this era, there is no innovation at all, so every new model comes out has to go through my hands. Although it is hard work, seeing the growth and expansion of Junjin, I also feel that everything is worth it.
"Hey, woman!" I was concentrating on drawing when a person suddenly appeared from behind me.
"Ah?!" I screamed in fright, and with a flick of the pen in my hand, my drawing was finished. It took me a whole night's hard work. What a damn guy!
I glared at the perpetrator with red eyes from staying up late and said, "Damn little brat!" I stretched out my claws and pinched his soft little cheeks unceremoniously, until his pink face was deformed and he burst into tears from the pain.
They're all out.
When I was angry enough, I let him go with satisfaction. It was strange that he didn't struggle this time.
I saw the little kid rubbing his face that was red from my pinching in grievance, and looking at me with tears in his eyes. After a long time, he said, "Has your anger subsided?"
Seeing his childlike appearance, I felt a little soft-hearted. I held him in my arms, blew him gently, and said guiltily, "How are you doing? Does it still hurt?"
He shook his head in my arms and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore." He laughed softly as he said that.
"Hey, little brat," I asked rudely, "What are you laughing at?"
He didn't speak, he just hugged me hard and sighed with satisfaction: "It's so soft, like a mother's embrace."
I felt sour in my heart and murmured: "Why are you talking so politely?"
"Hey, woman," he begged slightly, "can you be my mother?"
Mother?! I instinctively said no, I’m still young and it’s okay to have such a big child! But when I saw him raising his head and looking at me eagerly, I softened my heart again.
I wondered: "Don't you have a mother?"
His eyes were filled with sadness: "She has never hugged me or kissed me since I was born. After I was established as the prince, she was even afraid of me and hid in the palace not to see me or anyone else. She just
I am a timid and fearful person. From then on, I was bullied and poisoned, but she ignored me and only wanted to protect herself. She is just a stranger to me." His tone was a bit vicissitudes of life.
, although it is said lightly, it is endlessly sad.
"Poor child," I hugged him again. Endless maternal love poured out of me from nowhere. It was really overflowing with motherhood.
"Can you promise me? I just want you to be my mother." He looked at me and begged.
I really couldn't bear to disappoint him, so I reluctantly said, "Okay then."
After hearing this, he broke away from my arms and jumped up happily. He was excited for a while, then stood in front of me, bowed respectfully, and said seriously: "Mother."
Looking at him, I was dumbfounded. I really picked up a son. But, mother? It’s so strange.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop," I interrupted him and corrected: "It's fine if you want me to be your mother, but you can't call me mother in the future. That would make me look too old. So, you can call me mom."
"Mom?!" He tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What does that mean?"
I patted his head affectionately: "That's what mother meant."
He hugged me again and murmured: "Mom, mom..." over and over again. He never got tired of it.
I took out a piece of leftover cake from the kitchen and handed it to him. He happily took it and said while eating: "I really want to eat my mother's cooking every day. Hehe."
Looking at his innocent look, I feel a little relieved. Normally, I feel distressed when I see him pretending to be a grown-up in front of those women at such a young age to protect himself. What does his mother, Concubine Li Shu, think?
Let your children struggle in intrigues all day long, but turn a blind eye. How much humanity is still missing in the palace?
"Eat slowly." I didn't realize the kindness I was looking at him at this time.
I promised him: "No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you and will not abandon you."
He had cake stuffed in his mouth, but he raised his head and stared at me with tears in his eyes. After a long time, he wiped away his tears, lowered his head to eat the cake again, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Yeah." No one had ever told him this. Never.
No. They were both his father's concubines, but they only wanted to kill him. No one had ever cared about him. He thought he would never meet her again in this life. But - God was so attached to her that he met her.
"By the way, why did you come here alone?"
He groaned, remembering that he ran out secretly because he wanted to see her. He wanted to see her very much. If he was discovered by the palace maids and eunuchs, there would be chaos in the palace again.
He hurriedly put down the plate and walked hurriedly without forgetting to say: "Mom, I will come to see you again." Then he raised a big smile and left in a hurry.
I looked at his cute and frank look, standing there, and couldn't help but smile.
This kid. Haha.
Su Da stood in the shadow outside the door, staring blankly at the smile full of maternal warmth. Why, why could she do this? She knew that boy was the child of Concubine Li Shu and the current crown prince. In this harem,
Every woman hates him. Even she at that time hated that proud, domineering, arrogant child. But why did she make him willingly take off his mask and behave like any innocent child?
Mother is joking.
Suda couldn't figure out why she was so special.
Seeing the unaware woman returning to the desk with her mouth raised and continuing to draw, Su Da looked at the soft-looking woman under the lamp, her eyes as gentle as water, and was filled with endless doubts in her heart. Who is this mysterious woman?
After falling out of favor and being demoted to the cold palace by the emperor, she not only did not feel depressed and lost her soul, but she was still able to arrange her life well and take care of these crazy women without any complaints. Moreover, she was able to do so without being noticed.
The fact that so many things were brought in from outside the palace is really surprising, doubtful and admirable.