The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Xue Wanjun couldn't help but shrugged his nose subconsciously, um... it seemed that the aroma seemed to be getting closer.

This seemed to be, like the smell of roast lamb, Xue Wanjun felt it, and he felt that the saliva in his mouth was secreting rapidly.

No, I am a person with death ambitions, how can foreign objects disturb the old man's heart toward death.

Xue Wanjun swallowed and continued to close his eyes tightly.

At this moment, someone was murmured in a low voice.

"Duke Lu Guo is dying there. Isn't it a bad idea for us to be so blatant?"

"That's right, we can't help being moral, but we are being held here, so we can't take the food outside the prison to eat."

"Then what to do? Will it make Lu Guo unhappy?"

"I have an idea, or else, plug Lu Guo's nose with something.

In this way, he can't smell the scent of the food, so we don't have to feel too guilty. "

"No, no, Xue Ershu is already in very bad health, are you not afraid of suffocating people to death?"

"Yes, forget it, eat, drink, let's stay away, put down that pork knuckle, it's mine..."

"..." In Xue Wanjun's ears, he heard the voices of the gang of **** on various delicacies.

That's fine, but the scent of Te Niang's delicacies is like growing wings, and he keeps arching into his nose.

Gongde Xue Wanjun felt that his saliva secretion became more and more vigorous, and he couldn't even fall into that kind of heartbroken mood again.

At this moment, Xue Wanjun heard a very loud sound of chewing food, and then he smelled... it smelled like stewed pork.

The important thing is that this sound recurring in my ears, and the fragrance is so strong that I can bite it with just one mouth.

Xue Wanjun gritted his teeth, his eyes widened again, Shengsheng frightened Qin Huaidao, who was gnawing on the big bones of the braised pig while observing the situation of the salt water bottle, and the bones fell directly onto the couch.

"..." Xue Wanjun stared blankly at the fleshy bone that had fallen less than three inches from his face.

I couldn't help swallowing subconsciously, always feeling that this kid Qin Huaidao was not a good bird, and he must have deliberately chewed his bones in front of him.

Xue Wanche raised his eyes and glared at Qin Huai again viciously.

"Brother Chubi, Brother Weide, come soon, Ershu Xue is staring at me, his eyes are so scary."

The next moment, Chai Lingwu holding a bowl, Li Qi holding a hip flask, Li Zhen eating mutton skewers, Cheng Saburo holding a pork knuckle, and Li Ke with a pile of braised pork in the chopsticks, Qi Swipely into Xue Wanjun's line of sight.

"Wow...what a scary look, I deserve to be a famous general in Datang."

"Yeah, yeah... Brother Huaidao, how did you offend Second Uncle Xue and make him so murderous."

"That's right, Brother Xian, don't you hurry up and pick up your bones, they almost fell on Ershu Xue's face. No wonder he will stare at you."

"..."

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Finally, a group of young people all withdrew from the cell, Xue Wanjun leaned weakly there, staring blankly at the roof of the cell.

Before, when there was only oneself in the prison, it was so peaceful, and it was so easy for people to get into a frustrated mood.

But now, after these gangsters appeared, Xue Wanjun felt that his thinking had been completely disrupted.

If it wasn't for his body to allow him to move, Xue Wanjun would really want to jump up and rush over to beat up the junior man to vent his hatred.

Tai Te Niang's disgusting person, especially that Cheng Saburo, speaks very heartily.

By the way, that guy actually took his own mouse dung, bah... rice-sized eye dung for collection, is this a rhythm to make the old man feel uneasy even if he is dead?

Finally, when the group of young people finished their meal, the smell of those foods gradually disappeared.

The energetic sound of playing cards sounded once again. Just play cards if you specialize in playing cards. Can you be quiet?

One and two, to listen to the cards, they roared as if they had thrown a bomb in a pair of three.

Xue Wanjun, who was so disturbed by the gang of **** young men that he could no longer concentrate on thinking about the problem, could only lie on the couch with a dark face.

Regardless of whether he is willing or unwilling, Xue Wanjun, who has a heart of death, has never touched a bamboo card.

Under the repeated influence of this gang of bastards, they have actually understood the general rules of fighting the landlord by just listening to them.

For example, you can have three with one, but you can't three with two, and four of the same cards are bombs, but four of the same cards are accompanied by two single cards or pairs.

It can’t act as a bomb, it can’t be doubled...

"Three belts and one! ... Brother Chu Bi Xian, if we do this, can it really be effective?"

After Li Zhen roared out his card, he lowered his voice and communicated in a low voice.

"I'm sorry... Don't worry, it will definitely have an effect. Xue Ershu was suddenly angry and fell into a depressed mood."

"It's just that Sanshu Xue is not a master who is good at enlightening people, so that's why his mood gets worse and worse."

"pass…"

"One-to-five... Let's do it, anyway, Brother Chubi, you are the master. Turning back, Second Uncle Xue is looking for our troubles..."

"One-to-ten... We are all heroes who saved his life. Why, do things to your savior, and he is still an elder, if he is not afraid of notoriety, he will come here."

"One-to-two, Brother Chubi makes sense. UU reading www.uukanshu.com doesn't have an old process for everyone... well, who else wants it."

On this day, for Xue Wanjun, who had aspirations to death, it was even more tormented by Te Niang than waiting to die.

When it was dusk, Xue Wanjun heard the footsteps coming to the side of the couch again, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

I saw Cheng Saburo copying a pipe about the thickness of a finger, looking at himself while looking at the pipe, not knowing what he was gesturing.

This made Xue Wanjun, who had passed the rehydration and finally had the strength to speak, couldn't help being weak and authentic.

"Cheng Saburo, what do you want to do?"

"Oh, my nephew, it's not impossible, you don't want to open your mouth to eat, and you don't want to drink."

"So, I decided to take a nasogastric feeding technique to help Ershu Xue you eat."

"Look, this tube will go in through your nostrils, and then through your throat, directly down into your stomach.

Then, whether I pour water or food into it, I can directly enter your stomach without passing through your mouth to maintain your nutrient consumption. "

"..." Xue Wanjun's eyelids jumped wildly when he looked at the leather tube that seemed to be thicker than his nostrils.

He sighed helplessly. "Cheng Saburo, even if the old man begs you, will it work, can you let the old man die with peace of mind?"

"Second Uncle Xue, it's not that my nephew didn't agree to you, it's because I already promised Sanshu Xue that you must be cured."

"Why don't we make a discussion, you get better first, and when my nephew I complete Xue Sanshu's request, it will not be too late for you to die again."

"..."