Chapter 6** How much is two old hens

Looking at Fang Yiai's back, Fan Simian gritted his teeth tightly, Fang Yiai let him go, but he was not happy at all. Guarding his father's grave and holding his mother's corpse, his life has long since changed. Buddhists say that people should be hateless, but how can they be hateless?

Putting down Montessori's corpse, Fan Simian kowtowed a few times, as Fang Yiai said, he couldn't let his mother die in vain, she used her life to win a piece of life for him, how could he not cherish it?

Fan Simian disappeared into the Yulin forest south of Luozhou, but Fang Yiai had to find a place to bury Montessori. As for why Montessori and Fan Xuesen were not buried together, there was also a reason, and it was not a good thing to let Fan Simian go.

"Ah Guang, find a place to bury the Mengs, and let Guo Liang find a way to find two people, but don't let you find out that there are two less prisoners in the prison!" After Fang Yiai finished speaking, Qin Guang nodded in response.

"Young master, I'll do it!" Qin Guang didn't ask too much, and quickly led the two of them to dispose of Montessori's corpse. Fang Yiai stood in the elm forest, but he sighed in his heart, things in this world are always so unexpected. Montessori's death is always a pity, an elegant woman who believed in the story of the azalea, but ended up in a sea of blood-red flowers.

There is sorrow in the world, and there is even more sorrow. If you live, you have to think of a son to protect yourself, Fang Yiai is very afraid, and in the future, he will become a lonely grave like Fan Xuesen.

Shaking his hands, Fang Yiai smiled a little self-deprecatingly, it's really brainless, well, what's the feeling? Looking at Tie Jing on the side, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Tie Pimple, let's compare and see who runs back to the Assassin Mansion first, how about it?" ”

Tie Jin rolled up his sleeves and smiled quite disdainfully, "Master, it's okay to compare, what's the benefit?" "Tie Jin never does meaningless things, if he wins, he doesn't even have a reward, then what is it better than that.

Fang Yiai really wants to kick the iron deer into the dirt pit, this barbarian, he wants benefits when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and he has been eating and drinking in the house all these years, and he is actually looking for someone in his room to ask for benefits. Breaking his fingers, Fang Yiai hummed uncontrollably, "How about the two altars of sea and sky blue?" Don't worry, my son counts when he speaks! ”

Tie Jin didn't reply, he ran up with two long legs, what else could Fang Yiai say except to scold Tie Jin for being shameless? The heavenly knife on the side was also unwilling to run up, "Master, even if you count a certain part of the cloud, there is Hai Tianlan to drink, who can not compare?" ”

"Damn!" How can these two faithful servants be so virtuous? Fang Yiai screamed twice in the back, but the two loyal servants didn't hear it, there was no way, Fang Yiai had to twist the ** and run forward. On the bustling streets of Luozhou, three big men shouted and shuttled through the crowd, and the guy running in front of his head was like a big bear, as long as the person he hit was not lying on the ground, he also stood aside and scolded his mother.

"His grandmother, where did this madman come from, he hurt Lao Tzu to death!" Before a certain man finished scolding, he saw that his eyes were dark, and he was slapped in the face. A man's eyes were on fire, but when he wanted to do a big job, he saw that there was no human hair before he met, only an arrogant voice came from a distance, "Lao Tzu is a madman, you have the ability to chase it!" ”

In a short period of time, Fang Yiai seems to have regained the feeling of crisscrossing Chang'an City five years ago, and the feeling of being a gentleman is really fucking cool. If you want to hit someone, you can beat someone, if you want to scold your mother, you can not care about other people's eyes, no wonder the eldest grandson has been wandering for so many years, and he is still unwilling to repent.

Back in the Thorn Shi Mansion, the three big men hugged each other and laughed, Tie Jin licked his big belly, and his big head also looked up to the sky, "Hahaha, my old iron won, say okay, the two altars are blue in the sky, whoever doesn't keep his promise, who is crawling on the ground"

"Fuck off, will my son be greedy for you to order wine? Rest assured, the two altars are blue and blue, and you are absolutely indispensable! "Fang Yiai came twice according to Tie Jin's big feet, this bastard, how can you talk to your master like this? In order to take revenge on Tie Jin, Fang Yiai patted Tiandao's shoulder very happily, "Brother Dao, when you return to Chang'an, let Haitang share your four jars of good wine!" ”

Tiandao nodded happily, wiping his sweat, and he raised his eyebrows at Tie Jin defiantly. Tie Jin Gang still smiled like a twenty-five or eighty-thousand, which would immediately turn into a bitter gourd face, "Master, how can you be like this, obviously I won, why did you give Brother Dao four jars instead?" ”

"What's the matter, this son is willing, can you handle it?" Fang Yiai walked towards the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and the heavenly sword shrugged at Tie Jin, and laughed very happily.

Tie Jin stomped his feet and waved his big slap, "Master, this is not fair, I knew this, I wouldn't have run so fast!" ”

"Fair? Brother Dao, look for a rod to weigh in a while, let's weigh Lao Tie, I don't know how many catties of meat to give him in the future! ”

Tie Jin was speechless for a while, and he looked for a pole to say, is this treating his iron hero as a fat pig? Hey, it's really unreasonable.

Although many things have happened in these days, Begonia has not been affected much. The Thorn Mansion is very clean, but Begonia feels a little bored, and it just so happens that Fang Yiai wants to go to Tian Delei's previous class room for a walk, so she goes with her.

After not coming for a few days, a layer of dust has accumulated in Tian Delei's room, which has been listed as a forbidden place since Tian Delei fled. From the bottom of his heart, Fang Yiai felt that there must be some secrets hidden in this room, he always felt that Cui Zhouping had found the secret passage first, but as he learned more and more, he knew that he was wrong. That night, it is estimated that Cui Zhouping wanted to get the account books, but he didn't succeed.

Up to now, Fang Yiai can't figure out which side Tian Delei belongs to, if it is explained by the Holy King, then what can the monkey spirit do with that account book? The Monkey Spirits were already powerful enough, and there was no need for them to pursue any more account books. But if you want to talk about the Three Immortal Pavilion, it is even more impossible, but Li Wanrou has a strong thirst for account books, after all, as Li Jiancheng's eldest daughter, she still has a strong appeal.

Whether it is the Xue Wanjun brothers or Li Yi, the assassin of Wanzhou, I am afraid that they are secretly supporting Li Wanrou, otherwise how can they gain a foothold in the complex Jiangnan with the power of Wanhua Valley alone? Back then, Jiangnan had the Quartet of Wanhua Valley, Dianxinglou, Monkey Spirit and Sanxian Pavilion, but Wanhua Valley was stable, and in some respects, Wanhua Valley's status was more stable than that of Sanxian Pavilion.

As soon as she thought of Li Wanrou, Fang Yiai shook her head and smiled bitterly, this fairy sister is too worrying, with her, someone in his room is like holding a time bomb, maybe one day it will be blown to pieces. What is Li Shimin's personality, Fang Yiai is very clear, maybe he will turn a blind eye to other things, and even wipe ** for someone in his room, but the matter involves the hidden prince Li Jiancheng, then it is another matter.

Regardless of whether there is evidence or not, as long as Li Shimin suspects it, then someone in his room will definitely not be able to escape, throughout the ages, the emperor wants to kill someone, and there is a reason.

Looking at the books on the shelves, Fang Yiai only felt a little big, if he read all these books, it is estimated that he will not be able to finish reading them next year. Scratching his head and thinking about it, he hugged Begonia's ** and said softly, "Girl, you start looking for it from the left, remember, only look for books related to the Book of Songs, don't worry about other books first!" ”

"Childe, you came here to find the Book of Songs?" Haitang glanced at Fang Yiai a little naughtily, she wouldn't believe that the prince had the heart to learn what poetry and songs, when Confucius nagged in the academy for half an hour, he felt annoyed, how could he have the patience to study the "Book of Songs"?

"You girl, don't look down on people, this son was a generation of writers in Chang'an City, don't talk about the Book of Songs, this son really doesn't care about it!"

"That's it, the son is amazing, the maid still remembers the poem you made in the Yuexin Building, 'The son goes to the Qinglou, and the flowers don't leave his hand.'" Throw down the red leather coat, the beauty will come with me! Haitang recited casually, she remembered the matter of pretending to be Lu Zihao in Yuexin Building back then, but she remembered it clearly. At that time, a limerick poem shook the magnates of Yangzhou, especially Qin Wenyuan, and made the prince hide his face and leave. Of course, there is also that Guan Zhou, of course, Guan Zhou has already turned into a white bone now, and as for the soul, I don't know where he is floating with Guan Lin.

Fang Yiai blushed a little and glared, this beautiful girl is really getting worse and worse, how mature and stable she used to be, why is she also in tune with Wen Luoxue's oil cavity now. As soon as there is something bad, Fang Yiai instinctively put the responsibility on Wen Luo, that is, Wen Luo doesn't know, if he knows, he must fly up to 800 times.

Begonia does things very carefully, this is also where Fang Yiai admires her, this kind of complicated and boring thing, he has someone in the room to do it for a while, and it is a shame to have Begonia to talk to him.

After flipping through a list of bookshelves, I found a total of six books about the Book of Songs, and at this time, Begonia also came over with more than a dozen books. It was a little dark, so Fang Yiai took out a fire fold and lit a candle. The two of them sat at the desk and looked carefully, the more they looked, the more they had a headache, they were dazzled, and they didn't find anything unusual.

Rubbing his eyes, Fang Yiai lay on the chair and squinted, and when he didn't know where to start, he heard Haitang's "huh".

"Girl, what's wrong, what did you find?" Fang Yiai sat up suddenly, and sure enough, Haitang frowned with a book in his hand and said, "Childe, look at it, what is recorded in this "National Style" is all accounts. Also, this account is too strange! ”

"Huh?" Fang Yiai quickly got up and leaned behind Begonia, and when he browsed a page, he held his head and scolded his mother, what do you remember? "Three buns, eighteen cents! Half a catty of mutton, 19 cents. Two old hens, always zero four pennies! ”

"What the fuck is this writing? Three buns are eighteen dollars? Two old hens, consistently more? Who's keeping the accounts? "Fang Yiyi has the heart to kill, if he knows who remembers the account, he will definitely bathe him in the Luoshui River for eight days. I know that the account book is weird, but Fang Yiai is not happy at all, just like this, the ghost knows what is written.

can't be wrong, no wonder Tian Delei wanted to kill Guo Liang, and dared Guo Liang to send a book with the same name. A book of "National Style", which is an account but not an account, Fang Yiai sat on the chair a little dejected, looking for the account book for so long, it turned out to be such a ghost thing.

Fang Yiai sat next to her and burst into foul language, Haitang also frowned deeply, she pondered for a long time, but she couldn't figure out the doorway. The two old hens have always made money, is this old hen made of silver bars?

"Childe, don't worry, maybe you'll figure it out one day, it's better for us to find the account books than not to find them, right?" Haitang tried to say some comforting words, Fang Yiai pouted, and spread his hands very distressedly, "Girl, don't comfort me, I knew that this thing was written in the account book, so I wouldn't be in a hurry." Hey, poor Cui Zhou was flat, so he lost his life for this thing. ”

"Childe, do you say that the accounts above are related to "National Style"?" Haitang's words reminded Fang Yiai, he turned out a genuine "National Style" and carefully compared, he tried according to the methods of the Hill Code and the Caesar Code in later generations, and the number of pages was found to be the number of words, but he couldn't even form a smooth sentence. (To be continued.) )