Assassin Farmer

Aug. 15, Mid-Autumn Festival, is also a good day for King Bullowshire's wedding.

The county court seats have 30 tables and the Loshui courtyard seats have 20 tables. Along the main road from the county's royal palace to Loshui's other courtyard, the flowing water banquet entertains the entire county. The whole county celebrates three days and three nights.

“Whoo! I'm so tired. Fortunately, this is the only time in my life, otherwise I can't eat it!” After sending the last wave of guests, Liang En drove them back to the new room, took off their wedding robes and swept Yang Jingzi's snacks at the table.

“Rest assured, if you want to feel it again, I will make you whole.” Yang Jingzi glanced at the man, but said without reason.

“You are enough for me, where can I dare to have a few more, unblessed and unblessed... Er, no, your husband, I will be alone in my heart from the beginning to the end, other women, flat or round has nothing to do with me!” Liang En immediately embraced Yang Jing's depressed face and walked towards the bed.

Alas, think about how embarrassing it is, think about him introducing the county king, the owner of the housekeeper, to take care of the spleen of his own family is not bad, can only go through the bedding thing...

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“What's taking you so long? Ah, it's Miss Jianxian. I'm sorry, the slave thought it was all gone and was trying to lock the door.” The two little maids in the courtyard were surprised to see the figure rising from the corner.

“It's okay, I'm leaving.” The sword lifts up the liquor bar at hand. The footsteps are a little sluggish.

“Miss Swordsman, do you need a slave to send you back to the carriage?” Watching the sword walk, the little maid guessed that she must have been drunk. Kindly propose.

“No need.” The sword shook its head. A little drunk for her clearly. She was not able to reach her residence in Aotearoa Yard.

The shadow of the wobbly man grew farther and farther away, and the two little maids looked at each other worried and turned back to the banquet hall helplessly.

Last autumn, Jianheng and Shenlan were at a banquet, and there were several other women as single as her and trapped in love. At Dragon Boat this year, after Jiang Yingyun's banquet, Yang Jingzhi drank with her, and now Mid-Autumn reunion night, after the Feast of the Sheng Shi, she was the only one, chewing on the loneliness of fifteen years of drinking to grieve.

Walking and thinking, I didn't notice the little round stone in front of me, a twisted foot, almost fell.

“Careful!” A shadow caught her wanting to fall.

Lift up your lost eyes and stare firmly at the others. Is she mistaken? How could it be him? Isn't he on a mission? You didn't see him at the party, did you?

She stretched out her hand and caressed his angular, cold, handsome face, "Oh... it's true! ”

“You're drunk.” Stu frowned, lifted her up, let her focus on herself, and took her to Aotearoa's other yard.

“Drunk? Yeah, well, if you're not drunk, how could you possibly see you? You don't exist...”

Stu frowned, “What do you mean I don't exist?” He was unjustly rushed for a while, only to move Fengyao Palace back to Builuo County as soon as possible, so as to start over with her, this woman actually ignored him.

“Oh… it doesn't exist… just… I want to forget you…… as… I have never met you……" The sword whispered and vomited the decision, leaning on him for the first time.

Stu sighed softly, hugged her, and a few leaps sent her to her residence. Put gently on the bed, cover her with a blanket, lean over and grab her red lips with the aroma of wine until she kissed her moaning and her lower stomach tightened before releasing her, “Don't forget me.” He gave her a firm warning in her ear.

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The next day I woke up and had time to figure out how to get home last night, I listened to the courtyard door bang.

Hold on to your drunk, painful head and open the door.

“Sword? Are you sick?” Su Shuijuan looked at a pale, converging, frown-twisted sword and held her by surprise.

“No. Probably drunk.” Sword shakes your head, "ma'am?” I have never seen Su Shuiju come here to find herself. Even if something happened, Toxin Zhi sent the message. Instead of looking down on her, she knew Madame was too busy.

“I was looking for you to come into town with. You know, Yao doesn't worry about me leaving the park alone, but he's busy. He's gone to Raccoon City again these past few days. If you want to think about it, you can only trouble him. ”

“It's nothing.” She was supposed to be a guard. Blood force kept her in the park for security reasons. Though he rarely comes to live here with his mother. But she is now the guardian of Heyuan, a job she has not forgotten. Even today such an outdoor escort has never existed.

Perhaps, as Madam said, Stu was absent and she could not find anyone else suitable.

“Swordsman, did you know Stu came back?” Along the way, only the rumbling sound of the carriage broke the silence until it came out of the park.

Is he back? So was that really him last night? Did he send himself home?

“He came back and had nothing to do with me.” took a deep breath and said indifferently in disguise.

“I know it's okay, it's just a conversation.” Su Shuiqianqianqian interfaced with a smile. “Fengyao Palace moved to Builuo County today. Today, he was about to make a sacrifice. Stu couldn't understand this. He had to let me go. How can you laugh? How can I understand this...” When he spoke, Su Shuiqiang looked at the expression on the sword's face. Alas, what's going on all this time, finding her as an agent? Is she really good at being a matchmaker?

“It's funny.” The sword moved his lips and answered with no expression. But my heart was already pouring. He moved the Palace to Pedro County? For yourself? Oh... so much thought, Swordsman, whether he comes here or not, what's his business. Didn't you say you decided to let him go? Just be a stranger. Twenty-eight years old, at an age where ordinary men were afraid, she didn't think he would value himself so much. Unnamed and willing to let himself be around him is luxury, how can you think that he moved so much for himself?!

In Buloh County, two gates from the county's royal palace, the original land house, now the owner. “Fengyao Palace”, three words heavily engraved above Zhu Hong Gate. Once in the gate, the front and rear three-way main compound, now the gathering place of Fengyao Pavilion No. 30 chief figures, there are four independent small courtyards, which are the resting place of the fourth division.

In addition, more than 300 people of Fengyao Pavilion were scattered in various major cities in Dahui, with 30 people in a group, occupying all the darts, bodyguards and bodyguard business in more than a dozen major cities.

The restructured Wind Yao Pavilion has become an emerging bodyguard organization. However, Fengyao Palace has taken over all matters related to the protection of human and material resources. With regard to the operation of homicide, it is up to the head of the Cabinet to decide whether to take it or not, subject to the concurrence of the four Divisions. Even if taken, it was carried out by the men and women of the main camp of Fengyao Palace. The rest of the city only receives darts.

“You're here? Come on in.” Coming to congratulate Qiaoqiao Xixi, Su Shuiju and Jianxi were invited in with a laugh.

Put aside the gift in your hand, Su Shuijuan worked with the cook to prepare something for the sacrifice, “Oh right, sword, can you help me get the liquor cup out of the kitchen?” She refers to the left trail outside the main hall.

The sword nodded and walked out of the hall unemotionally.

The cook saw the sword go the opposite way to the kitchen, staring at Su Shuiqiu, "Ma'am, isn't the wine here? Besides, the kitchen is not there...” She clearly remembers that Madame has been in the kitchen, how can she still point the wrong way?

Su Shuijuan blinked at the cook, “I forgot.” She did it on purpose.

The sword followed the path of Su Shuihui's fingers and went all the way to the end. A delicate and elegant small courtyard appeared in front of him. The full courtyard of chrysanthemums was as if it had met him for the first time in that year. That's when she found out she was looking for a kitchen and a liquor bottle.

“What are you doing here?” A low voice came from behind her, Stu's arms wrapped around her chest on the trunk of the old acacia tree, not far behind her, staring at her with a smile.

The sword bit his lip and indifferently said, "I'll get the wine in the kitchen. ”

“The kitchen is on the other side, this is my yard.” Stu explains it lightly.

The sword raised her eyebrows. I don't know if Madame meant the wrong way or deliberately. The thought that she might have deliberately given herself a chance was irritating.

“I came back yesterday. I picked up a little drunk as soon as I got back.” Shi Tao said with no expression, but his hidden laughter revealed that his mood was very good.

Sword sniffed, stared at him suddenly, stared at him, he said little drunkard, don't you mean yourself? Oh... my God! Did he really send you home last night? And still hugging... when I think of him hugging her, my cheeks can't help but be red.

“Since the kitchen is not here... sorry to bother you.” She narrowed her eyes and bypassed him, wanting to walk to and from him.

Stu gently and easily took her into her arms. She was sophisticated and had no resistance in front of him.

“I thought you knew.” He sighed softly.

Know what? The sword stood up struggling from his arms, but still struggled with his powerful arms, tightly wrapped in his arms.

“Over the years, I have been busy with the affairs of Fengyao Pavilion, and I know that you have been instructed to guard the" Heyuan "and cannot leave here. I want to settle the affairs of the Pavilion early and come back.” It is not easy for Fengyao Palace to bleach in full, spread out to the cities to set up dart bureaux, and make Shangjia people accept wholeheartedly.

“You… come back, not lobbied by the big brother and the big prince?” She asks questions from the bottom of her heart.

“Their proposal only accelerated my decision.” Stu smiled and caressed her beautiful little face. She was the same age as him, and now she's twenty to eight. There's a woman like her who doesn't mind age at all, doesn't mind being told, maybe she doesn't mind, she doesn't care about age, she cares about him.

“Swordsman, if you get married at the end of the year, will you be ready?” He asked softly. For the first time, Stu found himself in such a tender moment. He used to laugh at Sirin because he hadn't found her yet.

“You mean me... with you?” She opened her eyes and looked up at him unbelievably.

“Otherwise? Who do you want to marry?” He grinned slowly, as though the garden was full of phoenix and branches.

She thinks that she will no longer borrow alcohol to quench any of the feasts that follow… (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)