is not a civil servant but also a career editor, no matter how bad it is, it is also a contract worker, with five insurances and one housing fund, and he will be treated if he is sick, and he will be treated when he dies.

Liangchen held back a smile and lowered his head even more fiercely, looking like a second fool playing with ants.

He is secretly cool, I wish these two unlucky people climbed as high as possible, and it was best to mix into county and department-level cadres in the palace, so that when the second uncle was wide in the future, he Wei Xiaoqiansui was born, and when the time came, these two unlucky people saw themselves I don't know what kind of face they were.

Hmph, dare to give me Wei Xiaoqian's immortal jump, you look good!

Liangchen made up his mind that in the future, these two unlucky eggs must have a scene again...

Hu Guang and Sha Qiandao were in a better mood than Wei Xiaoqiansui at this time, and they were also broader.

It's been three years, it's been three years, and they finally got their wish to become a member of the "husband", which is really worthy of the bird.

Thank you to Gonggong Qiu, thank you to Widow Pan, thank you to Wang Ganniang, thank you to the Imperial Horse Supervisor, thank you to the fools we deceived together in those years...

When they beat Liangchen, the two of them didn't pay attention to Wei Xiaoqian, who was about to lie on the ground.

The East Palace is a new beginning for the second uncle; For these two, Jishuitan Racecourse is also a new starting point in life.

In a new life, the two rely on each other.

The long road of life, who said that life is only hard, I have you by my side, even if there will be pain...

Liangchen waited for the two unlucky people to walk away, got up and patted his buttocks, smiled, looked at the sky, it was still early, and he looked for a place to shop.

When Baba came back and got something, Liangchen was about to leave Beijing and return to his hometown, when he came, he was not in the mood to go shopping, he was about to leave, and he wanted to take a good look at Jingshi.

This visit went from the time to the future, and in the end, the good minister actually came to the Honglu Temple to house the tribute of Zhufan.

How did I get here?

Liangchen recalled carefully that he didn't ask anyone about this way, whether it was a coincidence or the call of fate, and it was also his subconscious desire to come here.

Whatever the reason, the good minister finally saw the pigtails of the money rat tail again.

Perhaps, from the tea shop, he has never let go of these braids in his heart.

Liangchen did not come to carry out the assassination, because he knew that Shulhaqi was a pro-Ming faction, and his eldest brother Nurhachi's attitude towards Daming was completely different.

Even if Amin set a precedent for the massacre of the city in Manchuria, the good minister had no intention of looking for him to do anything. Just like Gao Qiqian, who met in Tongzhou that day, knowing that the other party would kill Lu Xiangsheng in the future, Liangchen still let him leave.

Whether it is Gao Qiqian or Amin, they are all small people now.

Liangchen was wondering if he could do something.

If the history books of his previous life did not deceive him, just this year, after Shulhaqi returned from paying tribute, he was imprisoned by Nurhachi, and was killed two years later, and several sons were also killed except for Amin.

So, if Shulhazy doesn't die, can history evolve in the other direction?

Even if it's just a year and a half of delay.

That's enough.

The defeat of Salhu was defeated because the Ming army was too hasty and did not know the information.

With a little more time, the understanding between friend and foe will be completely different.

Even if it is only two more days, it will be enough for Marin to successfully meet Juniper.

Salhu, it won't be so badly defeated!

Liangchen found a secluded place outside the pavilion and quietly watched the braids coming in and out.

He saw Amin, and he also saw the Jiannu who treated himself as his grandson.

The two of them were talking to the two officials of the Honglu Temple, and from time to time they spoke passionately, as if they were complaining about something. The two officials of the Honglu Temple only kept nodding their heads, obviously wanting to return the meaning of Jianzhou to their superiors.

The big dignitaries of the imperial court wanted to win over Shuerhaqi, and Li Dashuai of Liaodong wrote to the imperial court to treat the right guard of Jianzhou well, so the officials of Honglu Temple did not dare to put the shelf of the heavenly court, and they were very attentive to the right guard of Jianzhou in the past two days. Roughly do the requirements to meet, no requirements to meet, in short, to Jianzhou right guard up and down must have a "home" feeling of Daming, to let them really feel good to them.

Liangchen was far away, he couldn't hear what Amin was saying, and he didn't see Shulhaqi appear, presumably this person was still being accompanied by court officials to "visit".

How to make Shulhaqi not die, Liangchen didn't think of a way for a while.

As the sun set in the west, he sighed and prepared to go to Baba first. When passing by the White Pagoda Temple, he saw an acquaintance - the old fortune teller who fooled him to cut birds that day.

This turtle grandson, take a shot and change places. It must have been Miaoying Temple where someone smashed the stall, so he ran to Baita Temple to continue to deceive people.

Liang Chen didn't fight anywhere, if it weren't for this old thing crow's mouth, he would almost not be able to save the bird. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and when I saw that there was no official errand nearby, my heart was crossed, so I wanted to kick the old man's stall, and then run away.

He Wei Liangchen doesn't have other skills, but the ability to run away is still okay, and this old man can't catch him.

Just do what you say, you can't kill Amin, you can't kill Liu Ruoyu, and you can't do it half an old man!

Liangchen's brain was hot, and after glancing at it, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The old fortune teller was measuring the words of a woman, and was about to get to the point, when a young man suddenly rushed over, and then without saying a word, he rubbed his stall to the ground.

The pen and ink inkstone was thrown to the ground, and the old man's beard was splashed with ink sweat.

The woman also screamed in fright and trembled.

"Boy, what are you doing!" The fortune teller didn't get angry, and he had to settle accounts with the good ministers when he stood up from the small stool in embarrassment.

The good minister grinned at him, and then, and then ran away.

Do? you!

Liangchen, that Le, the famous scud in his previous life, can still call you an old man to catch him.

He was also about to run to a safe distance and look back at the old man's heart-wrenching appearance, but unexpectedly, he ran several feet away, but behind him, there was a whirring wind.

To be precise, it's the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind.

Turning his head, he saw that a few feet behind, the old man's beard was fluttering in the wind.

Whew!

Liangchen had a sore tooth: This old thing is quite capable of chasing!

His feet immediately accelerated, and he wanted to shake off the old man, but after running a few steps, Liangchen felt as if his body was suddenly light, and then his feet were suspended in the air.

Unbelievable, Liangchen's face was full of incredulity.

"Stinky boy, don't ask who your Hu Ye is, dare to smash my stall!" The fortune teller carried Wei Liangchen like a chicken, with an angry face, and a fist the size of a casserole smashed into Liangchen's face.

"Dead old man, let me go!"

Liangchen was frightened, struggled desperately, and groped the old man's face with one hand, grabbing his beard and tugging at it.

As a result, he missed.

Looking at the fake beard in his hand, and then seeing that the old man instantly turned into a big man, the good minister had the heart to die.

Fake, all fake, don't play like this.

Dahan slammed Liangchen to the ground and touched his chin, which was still a little unaccustomed for a while. When he looked at Liangchen again, he sneered.

"Stinky boy, you run, you run again!" Accompanied by a sneer, the tower-like body of the big man and the big iron feet of sandbags.

"Wait!"

Just as the big man's foot was about to kick at Liangchen, Liangchen shouted, and then felt a silver ingot in his hand as if by magic.

Not?!

The big man's face froze, and after about a breath, he smiled.