Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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Jin asked the heart of the court to rise in anger.

Now the emperor's body is not very good. He urged the prince in the middle of the dynasty. The seven grandsons of the emperor's grandfather, the king of the seal, did not reveal the tendency to seal the prince.

In the darkness of the father and a few uncles fighting in the dark, many people said that the grandfather focused on the grandson.

- So, which Wangfu's son is outstanding, and he is valued by his grandfather, adding a heavyweight chip to his father.

Jin asked the court to be favored by the Xinglong Emperor. He had already become the thorns of his uncles and uncles, and the cousins ​​in the eyes of his cousins. Even his own father Wangfu, many mother-in-laws also looked at him.

This so-called red man is not necessarily his confidant, maybe it is still a set of others, to buckle the stigma to him!

Waiting for the struggle of the neutral prince to the point of white heat, this thing was suddenly smashed out. He and his father were not prepared and would be caught off guard.

Jin asked the court to think sharply, and when he waited for him to go back, he must check the water and stone, and never let go of these idiots.

At the same time, he is somewhat grateful.

If you are not yourself, you will be caught in this remote village, fearing that you will not find clues. When you are light, you will be in a hurry, but your reputation will be destroyed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh with a sigh of relief. The girl's hand was still gently rubbing his hair, and he gently stroked his back. He turned his head and gently licked it. Look at the back of her hand.

Until the back of the hand came the feeling of stabbing, the singer suddenly returned to God, chuckled and licked his head.

"I won't bite me at this time?"

Jin asked the court to scream, don't look over his head, don't look at him.

Russell gave him a mane and continued to think about things.

In the past year, together with the rewards and pensions, there have been more than two hundred and two silver, and there are six acres in the country.

Life can be, but to study, it is inevitable.

Nowadays, printing is not yet popular, and an "The Analects of Confucius" in the bookstore will cost a full five hundred yuan. Xia Qingzhai has left a lot of books, but it is not enough. She has to find ways to supplement her family, open source and reduce expenditure.

Now, there is an important issue that is placed in front of them:

Six acres of land, who is going to plant?

If you hire a tenant, you must have good character, trustworthiness, and you must have the strength and diligence to work. It’s just such a person, the family has long bought a field, how to go back to rent other people’s fields?

After eating the meal, Susie is still thinking about this matter. Xiamu is doing embroidery work by the window light, embroidering a parchment, and beckoning to let her come over.

At this moment, suddenly there was an angry and shouting crowd, and the crowd ran out from all directions in the village.

"Is the iron tiger sick again?"

"What is ill, I think it is evil! Burn him, burn him, don't pass it on to other people in the village!"

"Poor, he was a good hand to farm, how did he commit this strange disease! His aging mother sold the house all the way, and did not cure him!"

Farming good?

Tian Quan sold clean?

As soon as her eyes were bright, she just wanted to find someone like this.

Could it be that the iron shoes are innocent, and it takes no effort?

Yan Su and Xia Mu looked at each other and saw the surprise in the other's eyes. They quickly put down the things in their hands and walked out together.

"嗷-"

Jin asked the court to jump off the bench, dragged the broken leg of the splint, and stumbled and chased it up. He said that he would go out and see him, and he would just grab it, grab it in his arms, and hold it out. .

"You don't want to get old, this leg is still not good, what about the sprain?"

Jin asked the court to cover his face with a short hair, and he looked at her chest without any problems, and did not go over his head, not snoring.