The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 500: The ancestral training

Therefore, the boss went to Luo's direct lineage to investigate one by one.

But still found nothing.

Not to mention the boss was even more confused, even he was confused.

The Thirteenth Miss never spoke nonsense, and she always said what she said. In front of her boss, she spat every time she spoke, and she was even less likely to deceive her boss.

Therefore, when Miss Thirteen talks about the Luoshui Divine Needle like that, she can tell a lot of details that even the Luo clan members don't know, so it is definitely not a casual nonsense.

Since it is true, it is certain that Miss Thirteen has a personal relationship with someone in the Jinling Luo family.

Just, why can't we find out who it is?

Jin Baixi really couldn't figure it out. With Qinghe Cui's Qilang's reputation and ability, it was impossible that he could not find any clues for so many years.

Unless, it doesn't exist at all.

But, this is even more impossible.

Based on their understanding of Miss Thirteen, both he and his boss thought it was impossible.

He sighed.

Spears and shields are produced at the same time, which is really frustrating.

I think this time my boss wants to take advantage of Luo Gui's arrival in Beijing and start with Luo Gui to see if he can figure out the reason.

Hu Qiao is such a stupid person that he can't even figure this out.

While Jin Baixi silently buried Hu Qiao in his heart, Hu Yan also returned to the small courtyard behind Quexian Tower.

"My subordinates discovered that since Mr. Meng's people helped Miss Meng investigate the collapse of Dengshan Mountain, there is nothing I can do to help." Hu Yan said with a bit of shame, and a bit of shame. Surprised.

Before Cui Yu could speak, Hu Qiao spoke first: "Then you came back like this? No news?"

Hu Yan said confidently: "Master Meng helped Miss Meng, this is the news!"

Hu Qiao looked at Hu Yan speechlessly.

Hu Yan refused to admit defeat and glared at each other.

After more than ten breaths, Cui Yu, who had been silent after hearing this, also spoke: "Okay, since Mr. Meng has taken action, you can just rest."

It turns out that he asked Hu Yan to follow Miss Meng's people to help him a little, and he also wanted Hu Yan to pay attention to Miss Meng's movements, so that he could get feedback every time.

He was also interested in knowing what Miss Meng had done after getting involved in this muddy water.

Over the years, apart from Thirteen, this year there has been such a eldest lady of the Meng family, who can make his mood fluctuate.

Then I paid more attention.

Now that Mr. Meng has taken action, it is not appropriate for his people to follow him, lest Mr. Meng's people find out and report to Miss Meng. By then, he is afraid that his intention to help was originally a good intention, but in the end he turned out to be evil.

The impression he gave Miss Meng was already extremely bad, but it couldn't get any worse.

If not, it would be extremely difficult for him to dig out information about Thirteen from Miss Meng.

"That's right!" Hu Yan suddenly remembered something, "Master Qi, I saw that Miss Meng sent someone to send a letter to Jinling two days ago!"

Cui Yu suddenly stood up and asked in a deep voice: "Why didn't you complain about this before?"

Hu Qiao was horrified: Hu Yan is dead!
Hu Yan was more straightforward and knelt down with a bang: "This subordinate was negligent! Please punish me, Master Qi!"

He lay on the ground, his forehead resting on the back of his hands folded on the ground, his voice trembled slightly and his face turned pale.

Cui Yu's eyes were quenched with a thin layer of ice, and he looked directly at the kneeling lake rock, which made the lake rock freeze inch by inch.

"Go and receive the punishment yourself!"

"No!" Hu Yan asked Nie Bin to give him thirty strokes of the butt cane.

There was no need to follow Baozhu to help investigate the collapse of Dengshan Mountain. In the following days, he lay on the bed recovering from his injuries.

Meng Shisan went out today because he really wanted to buy a decent return gift for Li Zhaoqin.

However, after visiting several gold and jade stores, she could not see any fashionable jewelry that made her want to buy it.

After walking out of the fourth Jinyu Store, she looked at the Quexian Tower not far away.

"Miss, would you like to go to the Quexian Tower for a cup of tea and take a break? After you have rested, can you continue to choose a return gift for the princess?" Baozhu focused all his attention on Meng Shisan. When he saw Meng Shisan going there, Looking at the gate of Quexian Tower next to her, she asked immediately.

Meng Shisan shook his head, retracted his gaze, raised his head again, built a tent, and looked at the brilliant Golden Crow with half-squinted eyes.

She couldn't look at it for long before she felt that her eyes were filled with shining stars.

Lowering her head, she thought about where to go next.

She didn't want to see Cui Yu's face for the time being, but Bao Zhu was right. After coming out early in the morning and wandering around this corner, she really needed to find a place to rest, eat and drink.

Seeing that there was a noodle shop among the few shops in the opposite direction from Quexian Tower, opposite the Jinyu Shop that he had just left, Meng Shisan pointed at it and said, "Go there."

Baozhu looked along and said, "Oh."

Neither the master nor the servant have ever visited this noodle shop.

Today's visit soon gave Meng Shisan a new understanding of pasta. She asked the store owner who was busy in and out: "Boss, your soup noodles are very delicious. I think other noodles are also good. The business is so good. Why not expand the store?”

There is a store, two rooms deep, with more than a dozen tables, all of which are full of people at the moment.

It was a coincidence that their master and servant came in. As soon as they came in, a table had finished eating and left. When the waiter came to clear away, they sat down.

Several groups of guests who came in after them came into the store and saw that there were no seats. They also saw that there was no one at every table who was about to finish their meal, so they all walked out quickly.

I made a little money for nothing.

The store owner was not surprised at all when he heard Meng Shisan's question. Apparently guests would often ask him this question. He smiled and politely replied: "Our ancestors have taught us that only the Lujia pasta table is set for Shisan." There is enough room for three tables.”

Profitable, simple and precise.

The answer is surprising.

After the shopkeeper finished answering, he continued his business.

Bao Zhu counted the tables in the store: "Miss, there are really thirteen tables."

Meng Shisan was a little lost in thought.

Your surname is Lu?

Are you still taught by your ancestors?
She seemed to have some impression, but she couldn't remember the details.

It must be that the store owner's ancestors had an encounter with her.

It's just that she couldn't remember which old friend it was for a while.

She has lived for too long, and has entered the world many times. Each time she will inevitably meet new people, and occasionally encounter one or two monsters. For example, when she passively entered the world this time, she met a water snake and a silver fox.

She knew a lot of people, and although she had a good memory, some less important people could not help but gradually fade into her memory.

After eating and drinking, Meng Shisan did not leave immediately. She looked at Lu's pasta inside and out, even the small kitchen at the back.

Baozhu followed the whole process with a confused look on his face.

The store owner was also busy looking at Meng Shisan with a confused look on his face.

The only waiter in the store quietly asked the store owner: "Uncle, do you know such a noble person?"