The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 35 Although I don’t believe it, I promise

The concubine of Qinglong's powerful minister.

How would she know?
Is it really fortune-telling?
Xie Cheng never believed in such a thing.

Jiang Fu saw that Xie Cheng didn't speak, so he stood outside and said, "If the general doesn't believe you, you can send someone to investigate. That powerful minister is named Li, and his wife is hunting Miss Liu."

Xie Cheng raised his head suddenly, feeling extremely evil.

How could she even know this?
You know, Liu Niang never told them these things, and he ordered Shuo Feng to investigate them.

It took a long time to find out.

He didn't tell Ren He Ren when he came back, and it was impossible for Shuo Feng to tell her about it.

Then she...

Xie Cheng looked at the outline outside and carefully examined it.

Shuofeng went to check and said that her background was fine, just like what her grandmother said, because her father lost money in a gambling shop and the family had nothing to pay back, so she sold her.

The family conditions are not good, I have never studied, and I have been working with the old master next door in the restaurant.

The background of life experience is extremely simple.

Is it really fortune-telling?
Xie Cheng raised his hand and pressed the center of his brows, and laughed himself.

absurd!

How ridiculous!

Seeing that there was still no sound inside, Jiang Fu continued, "Don't you believe me, the general?"

Xie Cheng: "..."

How should I tell her that I have a little faith, but it would be embarrassing to say it directly.

Jiang Fu stood there, frowning, his dark and thick eyelashes drooping slightly, as if he was in distress.

The general doesn't believe what she said, what should I do?
She was at a loss.

If that Liu Niang really didn't leave, there might be accidents in the general's mansion.

She thought a lot on the way here, and also thought that Xie Cheng would not believe what she said, but she never thought what would happen if Xie Cheng refused to send Liu Niang out of the mansion.

After all, in her heart, Xie Cheng has always been the best person in the world. Even if the letter was just a joke with her sister, she would keep her promise.

But now...

Jiang Fu thought seriously, or she should figure out a way to beat Liu Niang unconscious and send her out.

When there is no interruption, there will be endless troubles.

"Since the general doesn't believe it, then I will..."

Say goodbye first.

Before she finished speaking, the person in the veil interrupted her.

The man straightened his body slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Jiang Fu."

Jiang Fu made a meal.

He seemed to lift his chin, his black eyes seemed to penetrate the veil, looked over, met her eyes, and said, "Although I don't believe it, I agree."

Jiang Fu was taken aback.

Xie Cheng continued, "Wait a while, I will send someone to send her away."

The little girl standing outside the gauze curtain was still a little stunned, with surprise in her voice:

"Really?"

Xie Cheng nodded and said patiently: "Really."

Jiang Fu seemed very happy, but after a short pause, he took out the written note and asked hesitantly, "Then, should the general write on the written note that he has agreed to a request?"

Xie Cheng raised his eyebrows, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"To write."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether this thing is written or not. Judging by Jiang Fu's appearance, it seems that he is not a person who will mess around with written evidence.

But since she brought it up...

Well, let's add it.

Jiang Fu raised his eyes, stood where he was and nodded, "Okay, I'll call Master Shuofeng to come in."

Xie Cheng leaned inside, looked at the people outside and lazily said, "No, just bring the paper in."

Take it, take it in?

Jiang Fu pinched the paper, and her nervousness was revealed in the obsidian-like black film. Her mind was a little confused, and her voice became tight, "Should I bring the pen in with me?"

She turned her head and glanced at the other side, her gaze fell on the pen and ink on the case.

(End of this chapter)