I don’t know if Your Highness Yao is involved in the traditional culture of Yanxia. I don’t know if she is familiar with Sun Tzu’s Art of War and Thirty-Six Strategies. I don’t know if this is the “soldiers are never tired of deceit” in Sun Tzu’s Art of War or the “Thirty-Six Strategies” in Sun Tzu’s Art of War.
"You're fake but not insane." Anyway, the effect was achieved. The sisters looked at His Highness Yao dancing happily and hesitated for a long time without daring to come forward. After the two sides faced off for a few seconds, the two sisters looked at each other and ordered together.
Nodding, he didn't want the sports car, nor did I, the "prisoner of war", run wildly along the sidewalk, and soon disappeared around the corner.
"You guessed it, this belly-explosion has to be eaten while it's hot and dipped in Quanjude's mahjong. Hey, it's authentic to eat like this!" Her Highness Yao hasn't recovered yet, and she doesn't know where she got these words from.
, all sounded familiar, and seemed to be some jokes on the Internet recently.
At this moment, I recovered a little, struggled to turn over, and changed from lying on my stomach to sitting against the railing. My hands and feet began to feel intuitive. The pain was not very obvious. I didn't feel that there was any fracture.
Are you lucky? You were knocked out more than three meters high and about ten meters away. You folded and turned 720 degrees in the air. There were no fractures or concussions, just some scratches on your skin?
His Highness Yao was still chattering here. I tremblingly took out my mobile phone. The screen was dry and cracked, but it could still be used. I called Fangyuan: "There was a car accident. Come over here."
The place where the accident happened is not far from her home, and she should be able to get there soon.
After making the call, I took out a cigarette and lit it. I closed my eyes and took a breath. When I opened my eyes again, I found that there were a few more people around me, but most of them were looking at His Highness Yao, not at me.
They pointed at the injured and just watched, without reporting the injury. They didn't know what they wanted to do.
After smoking a cigarette, I felt that I could move my hands and feet. Holding on to the railing, I slowly stood up, walked towards Her Highness Yao, and patted the soles of her feet - she was doing a handstand.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" I asked.
When I slapped her like this, Her Majesty Yao felt like a pig that had been electrocuted. Her whole body suddenly stiffened and she fell straight to the ground. Seeing that she stopped dancing, the crowd dared to gather around and ask what was going on. I said it was okay.
I've called people over, so you can just wait and go. I'm afraid that His Highness Yao will transform again and turn into a ghost, which will scare them.
Fortunately, it didn't happen. Fangyuan arrived at the scene quickly. In another two minutes, the ambulance and the traffic patrol also came. I told Fangyuan what happened and she stayed at the scene to investigate (the two of them must be involved in the investigation).
Investigation), His Highness Yao and I were loaded into ambulances and sent to the hospital, while the sports car that caused the accident was towed away by the police.
On the way, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t even gotten out of the car during the case in the county seat, so I got up, unplugged the monitoring equipment line on my body, and asked the driver to stop the car. The driver and the nurse following the car were stunned because I was covered in blood (too much
There were abrasions all over the car (it looked quite scary), and it looked like he was about to die, but I insisted on stopping the car, and they had no choice but to stop.
I jumped out of the ambulance. I was smarter this time. Instead of looking for a battery-powered bike, I found a pedal-shared bicycle. I rode it back home, cleaned it briefly, then went downstairs in a suit and tie, and drove the hearse to the county seat.
——This is called professional ethics.
Of course, before leaving, I did not forget to make a call to Yuantai Cafe. Liao Xin answered the phone. I asked her to inform Xiaoli to go to the Second Hospital next door to wait for pick-up and take care of His Highness Yao. If His Highness is in the hospital again
If there's trouble, I can't control it.
When I arrived at the county town and before getting off the bus, I looked in the mirror and found that the scratches on my face had miraculously healed!
It was the same last time. I was stabbed by the murderer across the seat, and I fully recovered within two hours. This time I recovered even faster, because I had this kind of physique before (I haven’t had any injuries since I was a child,
No impression at all), or did you gain this ability after doing some dirty work?
If it's the latter, then this powerful recovery ability was probably given to me by Xie Xin'an!
I got off the car and asked the local police officer, who said that the deceased was a middle-aged man and the person in charge of the county's financial office. Maybe he was under too much work pressure. The deceased's wife kept blocking the body and refused to move it. She also said that she wanted someone to give her a
The explanation may involve internal matters at the coffin yard, and the patrol team did not dare to get involved too deeply. There were several people in suits at the scene who had been communicating on the phone. After about ten minutes, a black Audi sedan arrived.
It seemed to be the same model as Xie Xin'an's. A stout man with a Mediterranean hairstyle came down. He cleared away the crowd of onlookers, squatted down with difficulty, and whispered a few words to the deceased's wife, who shouted at him again.
After setting up a paper and claiming that it was empty talk, Mediterranean had no choice but to call his secretary, write a note and sign his name, and then the family members of the deceased let go of the body.
I loaded the body into the car and took it away, and asked the patrolman if he had any special requirements, and whether he wanted to keep it for autopsy. The patrolman asked the Mediterranean man for instructions, and the man waved his hand and said casually: "Burn it clean, and it will be done."
I don't have to talk about money with people like this. They won't pay for it themselves anyway. I took the body back to the funeral parlor. Of course it wouldn't be easy to burn someone at night. It had to be put into an ice coffin first. I just helped him insert it.
Team, taken tomorrow morning, the No. 1 blast furnace is the first to rise into the sky and turn into a curl of blue smoke.
The Mediterranean secretary who accompanied the deceased to the funeral home looked at my list of burning orders, nodded, and said to himself: "He died a good death. He saved many people, so he has great merit!"
I had reservations about this and sent my secretary off. It was already past 12 o'clock and I was about to go home. Xie Xin'an's Audi car drove into the parking lot. I went up to her and opened the door for her. At first glance, I saw
The earlobes, um, have piercings. This is a real white man.
"I'm sorry. It was my negligence that caused His Highness Yao to end up in the hospital." I apologized first to avoid being scolded by Xie Xin'an.
Xie Xin'an got out of the car, took out Huazi from my pocket with a sad face, and lit one for himself: "I don't blame you, I just came from the hospital, His Highness has been discharged, and was sent back to the underworld by Xiaoli and the others.
Already."
"Is she leaving now? Has she regained her consciousness?" I also lit one, feeling that His Highness Yao was not simply insane, but more like being possessed by an evil spirit... People can be possessed by evil spirits, mostly because of ghosts, ghosts
Can you also be possessed by evil spirits?
"I've recovered, but my body is very weak and I have to rest for a while. Alas," Xie Xin'an flicked the cigarette ashes and sighed, "all the original plans have been disrupted."
"What's the plan?" I asked weakly, not sure if this was something I should know.
Xie Xin'an looked into my eyes and said calmly: "Seize the throne of the crown prince."
I nodded: "Oh."
The crown prince should be the prince. Maybe a woman can be the successor. Your Highness Yao wants to fight for it.
"Aren't you surprised?" Xie Xin'an asked with a smile.
"I'm surprised. That's your underworld's business. What does it have to do with me?" I said with a smile.
"If His Highness Yao defeats His Highness Qiong and gets the title of Crown Prince, do you know what it means to you?"
"What does it mean?"
"It means that you will become a first-class underworld official, and even replace His Highness Yao in charge of the Yin and Yang Division!" Xie Xin'an said with narrowed eyes.
"Zheng, Zhengyipin? What rank am I now? Zheng5pin, right?" I suddenly became excited, "A Zheng5pin can have an annual salary of nearly one million, how much is the salary of a Zhengyipin?"
Xie Xin'an frowned: "Is money your focus?"
"What else?" I smiled bitterly, working for the underworld just to earn a little money!
Xie Xin'an had a look of hatred on her face: "Forget it, summer insects can't talk about ice. It's useless to tell you."
"Wait a minute...I will become a first-class official, what about you? Is there a higher position?" I asked, Xie Xin'an is my boss now, and both of us are under the control of His Highness Yao. I probably understand this personnel relationship.
Yes, but how will Xie Xinan arrange my arrangements after promoting me to the first rank?
"I...should become a third-grade official," Xie Xin'an guessed.
"Why am I two levels higher than you?" I asked in confusion.
Xie Xin'an blinked: "You are the Prince Consort, how can I compare with you? Your Highness Yao will not marry me!"
"Consort, consort? What do you mean?" I was confused...