"His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know that I have seen you." Wong Tai Sin said nonchalantly.
"This is the crime of deceiving the emperor, and the nine tribes will be punished." Mo Han continued to threaten.
"He is just a little kid, how dare he do anything to me." Huang Taixian raised his fly whisk and said rather disdainfully.
As soon as these words came out, both Wu Zheng and Mo Han stared at Huang Taixian in disbelief. Wu Zheng's mouth was so open that he could have stuffed an egg into it. The shock in Mo Han's eyes was no less than that of Wu Zheng.
She had never heard that person dare to say such disrespectful words.
"None of this matters, let's go eat chicken." The old Taoist priest licked his lips and rubbed his hands expectantly.
Wu Zheng and Mo Han looked at each other for a long time before Wu Zheng said, "Let's go and steal the chicken."
"Stealing chicken?" Huang Taixian frowned slightly, why did he mention stealing again? If stealing, why would he ask Wu Zheng? It would be easier to do it by himself. Moreover, the stolen chicken is more delicious.
Mo Han calmly hit Wu Zheng on the back of the head and said calmly, "Maybe he's used to it."
Wu Zheng scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile, "Wrong."
In fact, Wu Zheng has been stealing chickens a lot in the past few days. It's not because Wu Zheng is greedy, it's all because Mo Han asked for it. This little girl, despite her small body, can eat a lot. Every time
After dinner, Wu Zheng was asked to run to the kitchen and steal something.
For this reason, the cooks in the kitchen also had different opinions. Some said that wild cats and dogs came at night and took away the ingredients, so they added a lock on the door.
However, the incident of throwing things happened again the next day, which turned into a problem. Some people said that the kitchen attracted thieves, and others said that it was haunted. In short, various theories continued.
Outside the house, the old housekeeper was directing his servants to move boxes into the car. Boxes of gold and silver jewelry, rouge and gouache were put into the car. Finally, three large cars were filled before the servants stopped.
, each one was as tired as a dead dog.
The old housekeeper said something sarcastic next to him, "Look at your physiques, you're like this after just moving some goods."
"What are you doing?" At this time, a clear voice came from inside the house.
The old housekeeper did not dare to neglect, he turned around and said with a smile, "Master, you are here."
"Can I not come? With such a big commotion, the whole Hua Mansion is filled with your voices." The Hua Gong curled his lips and paced to the carriage with his hands behind his back. He stretched out his hands towards the exquisitely made boxes and asked, "
There’s nothing in here.”
"They are all gold and silver jewelry and the like." The old housekeeper followed behind the playboy and explained slowly.
"So many?" The playboy was surprised, and the hand that was touching the box suddenly didn't want to take it off.
"Should I take less?" The playboy glanced around, then whispered to the old housekeeper, and winked.
"You can't do that, young master." The old butler waved his hands hastily. How dare he make the decision?
"There are so many, I will take some away." The playboy pretended to be pitiful and said with hope in his eyes.
"Master, please don't make things difficult for me." The old housekeeper said awkwardly.
"Exactly." The playboy glared at the old butler and sneered, "Don't you want to share some?" After saying that, he stared at the old butler with evil eyes.
"I don't dare." The old housekeeper immediately shook his head. He couldn't admit this kind of thing even to death. Of course, he has done this quite a lot, otherwise his silk and satin would be damaged.
Where does it come from.
"Okay." The playboy waved his hand, as if he was a little jealous and said, "I don't know who is so lucky to give so many boxes of jewelry."
"The young master's future wife will naturally have to give more gifts." The old housekeeper said with a smile, this sentence seemed to be from his heart.
"Wait a minute." The playboy waved his hand to stop him, then turned his head stiffly and asked mechanically, "Are there any other young masters in our family? Or, does daddy have any illegitimate children?"
"Hey, don't dare to talk nonsense."
"Does that mean that this young master is me?" Playboy stretched out his index finger and pointed at his nose. Although he knew the answer, he still had to ask, and Playboy was not willing to give in.
"Of course it's you, young master." The old butler said happily, "When I think of you, young master, getting married, I am happy for you as a servant." As he said this, he started crying with snot and tears.
"Okay, stop acting, I don't want to marry you." The playboy raised his leg and kicked the wooden box directly.
However, the imaginary scene of the wooden box being kicked away or scattered did not appear. This wooden box is really hard. If you have to ask how strong it is, the reaction from the side is the scream of pain that penetrates the bones of the playboy.
No, the playboy was jumping around on one leg, holding the foot that had just kicked the wooden box. While jumping, he didn't forget to curse, "What a broken box, it's so hard."
"It's the finest iron birch." the old housekeeper added at the side.
"Nonsense, Master, I know that, I didn't ask you." The playboy became so angry that he almost chopped the wooden box with an axe.
"Master, why do you have to fight with this box?" The old housekeeper persuaded me with sincerity.
"Come here, unload all these boxes for me, young master." The handsome man pointed at the servants and waiters next to him and said almost through gritted teeth.
These guys didn't dare to disobey, so they naturally started to move the boxes down in a hurry. The old housekeeper was watching, and he was very worried. What kind of thing is this, moving up and down again? The master has told me,
He wanted to prepare a big gift and leave, but he didn't dare to disobey the young master. He was an old man, but he couldn't defeat the playboy.
Helpless, the old housekeeper had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Master, if you don't give me anything as a gift, I'm afraid it wouldn't be good to marry someone else's girl directly."
The playboy exhaled through his nostrils and said arrogantly, "There's nothing wrong with it. I decided happily like this." After that, he patted the old butler on the shoulder and said cheeringly, "I believe you."
After saying this, the playboy hummed a little tune, sat on the doorstep with his legs crossed, and watched the group of people carrying the box back and forth. From time to time, the playboy would also say cheers to show encouragement.
The old housekeeper was stuck on the spot, watching stupidly as the carriage was emptied. It was no longer a matter of how much the young master took, but just snatched them all away. But the master was not in the house at this time, and there was no one there.
The young master can be cured. Now, the old housekeeper is actually thinking about going to the brothel empty-handed.
In the kitchen, three figures formed a circle.
"Is it delicious?" Wu Zheng held a chicken drumstick in his hand and asked while stuffing it into his mouth.
"It's delicious." The old Taoist priest held the chicken in his hands and gnawed it.
As for Mo Han, he was naturally much more elegant than the two of them. Although he was still holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, at least his face wasn't all greasy.
There were people standing around the three of them, almost all of whom were cooks in the kitchen. The eyes of these people were filled with excitement.
, as if he had obtained some unique secret book.
During the period, a middle-aged bald man praised, "It is indeed Master Wu's handiwork. It is indeed amazing. I admire it."
"Yes, yes, Master Wu is really good at cooking at such a young age." Another cook agreed.
Wu Zheng was chewing the chicken leg in his mouth, smiling happily in his heart. The Master Wu they just mentioned was Wu Zheng himself. And this chicken was cooked by Wu Zheng just now in front of everyone. As expected, it felt good to be praised by others, Wu Zheng
Only now do I understand why so many people like to be flattered. This is really comfortable.
"You all should leave now, why don't you just watch us eating chicken here?"
Everyone responded and went about their own business.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost noon, and the old Taoist priest climbed over the wall in the same place again, and Wu Zheng happily sent him away.
Luochen ran out of the house excitedly, holding the pen in one hand and grabbing the words he had just written with the other.
When Wu Zheng and Mo Han met, Luochen burst out laughing. Of course Luochen still had a cold face, but there were a few more strokes on that stern face.
It turned out that Luochen got ink on his face when he was writing. However, he still knew nothing about it. Otherwise, he would never have been so calm and would have jumped into the river to take a bath long ago.
"What are you going to do?" Wu Zheng waved his hand and stopped Luochen and asked.
"Go find the playboy." Luochen said with a cold face and spoke without any emotion.
Wu Zheng nodded, and then said, "Your face." As he said that, Wu Zheng touched his face.
Luochen touched his cheek in confusion, and then in the next moment, his hand stiffened. The pen in his hand fell on the bluestone, and the tip of the pen fell out of the ink. And the words he had just written in the other hand were also randomly written.
It was blown away by the north wind.
"What's wrong with him?" Mo Han blinked his big eyes and asked in confusion.
Wu Zheng made a shushing gesture, then leaned into Mo Han's ear and whispered, "He has mysophobia."
In the next hour, Luochen circled the Hua Mansion countless times. Finally, he found a pond with a thin layer of ice and broke through the ice directly.
And this scene was exactly seen by the servants in the mansion, and they all shouted in panic, "Help, someone jumped into the pond." Although the shouting was so fierce that it almost shook the sky, they dared to step forward to rescue him.
Looking at the thick ice cap, a group of people were secretly stunned. This man was able to break the ice, and his kung fu was amazing. But at such a young age, he actually chose to commit suicide, which is regrettable.
Naturally, the pond couldn't be too deep, but after falling into the dust, no head came out. A group of people shouted at the pond for a long time, but except for the billowing bubbles that kept popping up, there was no response.
Just when everyone was about to give up, Luochen's head emerged from inside again. At this time, the ink marks on Luochen's face had indeed disappeared, but Luochen's clothes were all soaked and stuck to his body.
Luochen slowly walked out of the pond, looking coldly ahead. The servants were all startled by Luochen's ferocious behavior, and immediately made way for the werewolf to leave quickly.
On the other side, Mo Han, who had entered the room, was still rubbing his hands, breathing heavily, and asked curiously, "What are Luochen doing?"
Wu Zheng laughed, and then slowly spit out two words that surprised Mo Han: "Winter swimming."