All the nine tribes have been guillotined, and they should indeed be hopeless, but what if there is still hope?
What if one of the children and grandchildren, or even more than one of them, was killed by Li Daitao?
Otherwise, how to explain this series of operations?
When I bought it, they didn’t teach literature or martial arts, they only taught words and deeds, and it wasn’t punishment or fighting. A single sword scratch on the arm must be because the “rightful owner” suffered such an injury, so the “substitute” also had to suffer the same injury.
of injury.
From the looks of it, any evil illness that occurred in the past must have been man-made. It was because he found a person who looked similar to him, so he resorted to various means to get his hands on him.
As for why he was suddenly ignored, it was probably because the "rightful owner"'s family didn't need him for some reason, so a person with a specific purpose like him was immediately useless, and he was still young and couldn't reveal anything, so there was no
kill.
Sheng Minglin and Qin Jiangbai analyzed it. Qin Jiangbai said after a while: "It's very possible. How can you be so smart?"
"No prizes, no prizes," Sheng Minglin said with a smile: "I was just guessing. You can go to the palace and report it. If it works, go and give it a try."
Qin Jiangbai holds the position of Jin Yiwei and is not very prominent in the palace, so he usually does this kind of thing.
Qin Jiangbai responded and got up.
Sheng Minglin came out and continued to watch Zhuzhu practice martial arts.
To an outsider like him, it seemed that Zhuzhu was sleeping on Huo Chenzhao's lap, but if you look closely, you will find that Zhuzhu's little body maintains a very steady and regular breathing, which looks quite strange.
I practiced until noon at one breath, and Zhuzhu was still practicing. According to Shen Lingjue, when practicing inner breath, you can't feel the time, so you often have retreats for ten days and a half.
Sheng Minglin had no choice but to call Zhuzhu up.
As soon as he woke up, Tuanzi hugged his belly and said, "Hungry, Zhuzhu is so hungry!" Tuanzi was so hungry that his mouth was full: "I'm hungry for food, please eat soon!"
Huo Chenzhao could only use Qinggong, and rushed back with Zhuzhu in his arms to ask for food.
By the time Sheng Minglin came back, Xiaotuanzi had already finished his bowl of porridge, suppressed his hunger, and then started eating vegetables.
Sheng Minglin changed his clothes and sat down, and asked: "Is there nothing you can do about this? Are you so hungry?"
Huo Chenzhao said: "I will bring a few pieces of candy with me next time. Don't think Zhuzhu will be hungry, but in fact it will be good for her to practice for a while longer. After two or three months, she will feel better.
The breath is also longer.”
Okay, Sheng Minglin will eat with his chopsticks.
After eating, Zhuzhu was still very energetic, but she was used to sleeping every day, so she still took advantage of her sleepiness to sleep for a while.
Then, I got up half an hour earlier than usual.
Zhuzhu usually took a nap for about an hour, but now, she only slept for half an hour. She woke up quite energetic. As soon as she opened her eyes, she called Li Zhi: "Call Han Jiujiu and let Han Jiujiu help."
Pinch beads!"
Lychee agreed with a smile, thought about it, and simply went to call him in person.
Because Zhuzhu usually woke up late, but suddenly she woke up early, and there was a lot of space in between, she thought about picking up some soupy snacks for Zhuzhu to eat, so that she would have more time.
And now, in the big kitchen.
The cooks finished serving lunch and tidied up the kitchen, taking some time to relax.
Han Zhenge was sitting in a corner, pinching the dough. The two chefs next to him laughed loudly: "The master doesn't want it anymore, why are you still pinching it?"
"You don't do any serious work every day. Do you really think you can use your skills to please your master?"
"It's really hilarious."
Han Zhenge didn't say anything back, just pinched there without saying a word.
For three consecutive days, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not call him over again, and today at noon, Her Royal Highness had a rabbit bag made by Master Zhou. The masters did not say anything, and everyone suddenly became more daring to talk about him.
In fact, he understood, because he was originally just a helper cook, just like them, but he suddenly favored his master, received several rewards, and was promoted to master. Of course, they looked particularly displeased with him.
However, even if the master doesn't like watching it, he still finds it interesting when he plays with it.
And they, when he was practicing before, they were sarcastic, and they were still sarcastic now... But he didn't understand, why couldn't they take advantage of this time to practice?
Lychee slowly came over, and some sharp-eyed people jumped up to greet her: "Miss Lychee, why are you here!"
"You are really a noble person who has nothing to do with the humble. You can just give me any orders. How dare you come here in person?"
Several people were extremely attentive, following me in front of me.
Everyone in Prince Duan's palace knows that the prince, his wife, and the prince are very easy to take care of, but only the little princess will get angry if there is even the slightest mistake.
Lychee asked calmly: "What snacks are you preparing?"
The chef hurriedly said: "Today we have meat wontons, gouache glutinous rice balls, chickpea porridge, noodle tea, Dianbuleng, fat cakes, soft fragrant cakes, sesame balls, sugar cakes..."
As soon as he made the announcement, Litchi ordered a few things and asked him to wait for two quarters of an hour before bringing them to the table. He also asked to prepare a few bowls of sugarcane syrup and brought them to him now. Then he said: "Master Xiao Han, come with me. The master wants to
You go over."
Han Zhenge was slightly surprised and quickly responded, packing up the things on the table.
Lychee turned around and said, "Just tell the steward and tell me what I said. Don't ask Master Han to do anything else. Just concentrate on serving His Highness's pasta."
The chef responded repeatedly, and several of the assistant chefs were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, and Li Zhi led the others away.
It's not that she pities Han Zhenge, but since Zhuzhu likes to watch him make dough, she naturally wants to protect him and look at the beautiful Zhuzhu a few more times, which will make her happy.
Han Zhenge arrived soon, and Zhuzhu waved to him from afar: "Han Jiujiu, come here quickly."
Han Zhenge hurriedly came forward to say hello. Zhuzhu sat on a big chair and bent down to say to him: "Zhuzhu is learning martial arts. Zhuzhu is so tired and annoying. Qianchai jumped out of the bowl of Zhuzhu. It is better than many small ones."
I’m tired of all the pots and pans…”
She rambled on, and then got to the point: "So Zhuzhu wants you to pinch a very majestic and powerful Zhuzhu."
Han Zhenge responded quickly: "Yes, yes."
Tuanzi suddenly realized something was wrong. She bent her little head down, looked at it, and pointed at his head: "Is your head swollen?"
Han Zhenge smiled bitterly.
In the morning, while he was standing still, he was pushed. He was still holding the dough in his hand, and he couldn't help it with his hands, so he hit the wall head first.
He lowered his head and whispered: "It's okay, I just bumped into it accidentally."
Tuanzi asked: "Does it hurt? Zhuzhu is so wide that I can show you the beautiful pot."
Han Zhenge was startled, "No, no, I don't dare bother Master Huo!"
Huo Chenzhao raised his head and glanced up, and said warmly: "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. I'll give you a jar of medicine later, just apply it and you'll be fine."
Han Zhenge thanked him repeatedly, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Master, are you a little noodle maker? Master, have you seen Xu?"
Tuanzi shook his head: "No! Zhuzhu likes to see it."
Lychee hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Master, the people in the kitchen think that the master is looking at Xu and someone is bullying him!"
Tuanzi's eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time he vaguely felt the influence of her affection on the servants.
Tuanzi Maomao tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "Qian Chai, Zhu Zhu tied the bowl and jumped out of it. You tied the bowl, so you can also get a share of the credit for Zhu Zhu's gratification, so, so,
..." She tried hard to think of that sentence, but couldn't remember it for a moment.
Han Zhenge was stunned for a moment, very confused.
My heart says I am a bowl?
I'm a cook, so it should be a pot, right? But a bowl seems right, too?