The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 566 "You can't talk nonsense like this, it will kill you!"

Concubine Ning behind her is wearing a folk dress from the neighbor's family. The irresistible temperament adds a touch of wonder to this deserted villa, as if she is in a flower field.

"Chacha, what did you whisper to Prince Murong? Why did Daddy's face turn sour all of a sudden?"

Chacha pretended to be calm and said: "No, I didn't say anything, Er Niang, don't you worry about me? I have always been very obedient!"

Chacha hugged Concubine Ning's waist and acted coquettishly, Concubine Ning's eyes were full of doting: "Okay, Er Niang, of course, don't worry about Chacha."

Concubine Ning knew that Chacha had grown up, so she gradually understood everything she needed to know. Even if Lord Long Live wanted to pamper Chacha until she was three years old forever, her daughter would grow up one day.

"It's just Daddy, it hurts Chacha very much, and it's too easy to be jealous, Chacha should take care of Daddy's feelings, don't let Daddy think that Chacha will leave him when he grows up, you know?"

Chacha frowned seriously, and asked, "Could it be that Daddy has been resisting Brother Ying because he is worried that I will leave you?"

Concubine Ning didn't express her attitude, she just raised her eyebrows and told Chacha the answer.

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The inn where everyone stayed was a fierce battle between Gu Qin and the boss, and he spent a lot of money to persuade the boss to do business with them outsiders.

When he first came in, Gu Qin was also puzzled. Could it be that these shop owners are not worried that their business will lose money because they keep all the customers away?

Baicongzhuang doesn't look like it's filthy rich, and the facilities of the inn are far worse than that of Fulu Yipin. It's just an ordinary inn. The boss doesn't wear gold or silver, just cheap linen clothes. They are different from beggars in that they don't have patches on their bodies.

"Boss, your inn is the largest in a radius of ten miles. Why is the door closed in broad daylight? Don't you do business?"

Long Live Lord, who changed into plain clothes, waited to sit down in the lobby of the inn...

"Wait, sir!"

Eunuch Li, who was by his side, wiped off a thick layer of soil with his sleeve on the bench where Long Live Lord was about to sit, and after he finished wiping, he said respectfully: "Master, you can sit now. "

Long live Lord sat down with suspicious eyes. The feeling that this inn and even the whole Baicongzhuang gave him told him that something was wrong with this place.

Like the innkeeper, who was limping and brought tea for all of them from the back kitchen.

"It's not that I don't want to do business, it's that I want to survive more than business."

Eunuch Li used a silver needle to test whether there was any poison in the teacup in a place where the boss could not see, but there was no change when the silver needle was inserted into the tea, so Eunuch Li poured a cup for Long Live Lord.

Chacha hugged the teacup and moistened her lips. She asked in puzzlement, "If you don't do business, you will survive. Could it be that if you do business, you can't live?"

What kind of nonsense is this?
When the innkeeper heard the words, he made a "shh" gesture with panic on his face: "You can't talk like this, it will kill you!"

Chacha was taken aback by the way the innkeeper turned around just now.

The innkeeper was so thin that only skin and bones remained. He stared suddenly, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets. His left leg was crippled, and he couldn't lift his strength to walk, so he dragged himself on the ground.

(End of this chapter)