farm wife

Chapter 438

"Who says it's not?" Hearing Xiang Huang say he was old, Zhou Ya also sighed, "It seems that he is a lot of age in the blink of an eye. The old man next door is about the same age as the old minister, and even his great-grandson is old." Hug it, old minister's brat, his wife hasn't been seen yet."

Xiang Huang: rolling...

Come on, take this old bastard out and kill him!
How complicated Xiang Huang's mood is now is how much he wants to kill Zhou Ya. At the beginning, so many brothers rebelled together, and now there is only Zhou Ya left, and he is very sad.

Otherwise, it will definitely be killed and dismembered.

"Bastard Zhou, tell me, if what Little Huniu said is true, what should I do?" Xiang Huang asked again if he didn't give up.

"Never mind, she doesn't want to be a princess if she doesn't like it, anyway, she's amazing, she's capable, let her do it herself." Zhou Ya said as a matter of course.

Xiang Huang's face darkened, staring at Zhou Ya.

Zhou Ya: "!"

His Majesty won't be so cruel, really want to kill Xiang's family, right?Little Huniu is a bit of a tiger, but she is also quite cute, and she is a good fisherman. It is a pity to kill her, but she will also offend your queen, which is not worth it.

So Zhou Ya thought about it carefully, and tried to convince Emperor Xiang: "Your Majesty may not know that this little Huniu's husband is none other than the missing son of Duke Xia's mansion, the empress's own nephew."

"You don't have to look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face, so don't embarrass little Huniu."

Hey, it seems wrong.

After all, Little Huniu is Xiang Huang's granddaughter, if she is with that kid from the Xia family, wouldn't her generation be messed up?
Cough cough, mess it up, it's none of his business anyway.

Xiang Huang was furious, and kicked over: "Fuck you, Zhou Ya, you bastard, is this what the widow is talking about? What the widow is talking about is Yang Liuer."

Zhou Ya was kicked backwards, and fell down with his chair.

The servant on the side was almost frightened, so he glanced at Emperor Xiang quietly, and then helped him up.

"Hey, old minister, hey, old bones." Zhou Ya was actually fine, but sweated from fright, and took the opportunity to win sympathy.

Xiang Huang smiled coldly and stared at him coldly.

Zhou Ya: ...

The older the pervert lived, the less sympathetic he became, and he was howling like this, so he didn't ask him.

Still watching with that look, it's scary.

"This matter, the old minister thinks it should be true." Just looking at Shang Xianghuang's eyes, Zhou Ya had never won before, smiled embarrassingly, took out the letter hidden in his arms, and put it on the table. on the desktop.

A thick stack, all from Daqingcheng.

Use the eagle to teleport, the speed is quite fast.

Xiang Huang glanced at the letter on the table, then stared at Zhou Ya coldly.

Zhou Ya smiled sheepishly, pointed to the letter and said: "What the old minister knows is written in the letter. I originally brought it to show His Majesty yesterday, but His Majesty didn't seem very happy, so the old minister didn't dare to take it out."

Xiang Huang smiled coldly, could it be that the widow is happy now?

The evil spirit hurt people, Zhou Ya shrank back a bit.

Xiang Huang glanced at him coldly, and then read the letters one by one. The more complicated he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

"You knew about this four months ago, but you didn't tell the widow until now that someone came?" Xiang Huang held the letter tightly, and the thick stack was smashed to pieces.

The hand stiffened unconsciously, and slightly relaxed.

The action was very secretive, and no one noticed it.

Zhou Ya glanced at Emperor Xiang and shrunk his neck, how could he be blamed for this.How hot-tempered this old pervert is and how much he hates this matter. If he doesn't find out the whole thing, how dare he report it immediately.

Besides, with so many beauties in his harem, could it be possible that he still misses Yang Liu'er?
One must know that Yang Liuer is not twenty-eight, not twenty-eight, nor thirty-eight, she is now fifty-eight years old, an old woman, and with so many beauties, only a sick mind misses an old woman.

Although Yang Liu'er was also at fault, she couldn't blame Yang Liu'er entirely.

Telling things too early is tantamount to killing Xiang's family, how can he say such things easily.

"Well, Your Majesty, the past is over, and Xiang's family did nothing wrong. I don't even dare to share your surname with you. Just treat it as a fart and let it go."

Even for his own son, Zhou Ya had to speak for Da Yan: "Just tell Little Huniu, each is safe. Little Huniu should go back to Yuwei Village, and you can go back to the palace and continue to hug your beauty, that would be great."

Xiang Huang: ...

"Come here, tie Zhou Ya to the widow, and don't let him out unless you sweep the stables for three months." Xiang Huang stood up suddenly, smashed the chair he was sitting on, and then waved him violently. Sleeves, strode out of the lobby.

Zhou Ya (⊙o⊙)...

"How long have you been sweeping?" Zhou Ya turned to ask the servant.

The servant silently stretched out three fingers and shook them.

Zhou Ya's old face twitched, it's really been three months, this old pervert really knows how to punish people, there are so many mosquitoes in the stable, what's going on?
Damn, I have to figure out a way.

Xiang Huang left the hall angrily, but did not leave the Zhou mansion directly. When he was about to reach the gate of the mansion, he turned a corner and walked back.

"Which courtyard do they live in? Take the widow there." Xiang Huang said to the servant who had gone to invite someone before.

The waiter answered 'yes' and walked ahead carefully.

At this time, Da Yan was cooking fish in the yard, with his dress tied up and his sleeves rolled up, like a shrew in the market, without any ladylike appearance.

There was also a thick man squatting beside him, who was stuffing firewood under the tripod.

Before she came back angrily with the 'stick', but Master Jiao was taken aback, thinking she had beaten Xiang Huang.

After all, it's the first time we meet, and the grandfather who doesn't have any feelings, probably won't let this woman look down on him.

You must know that this woman is Biao, even her own father was beaten.

Fortunately, Da Yan just kept complaining, and it didn't look like he had hit anyone. The stick was not a stick, but a thick and long strip of meat, so Master Jiao heaved a sigh of relief.

He also heard that he hadn’t eaten any fish, so he hurriedly persuaded him to cook fish.

When Xiang Huang came to the gate of the courtyard, Master Jiao was persuading him.

"From now on, you put away the sticks. This is the imperial city. You can't just use sticks when you disagree. Your Majesty is the monarch of the world after all. You can't beat your father like you beat your father. You have to speak well. You If you're really unhappy, then..."

Just as he was talking, a certain thick man suddenly raised his head, dropped the fire stick, stood up, and stared at the door: "Someone is eavesdropping at the door!"

Dayan turned his head to take a look, then turned around and gave the rough guy a kick.

"Eavesdrop on your fart, burn your fire well, do you still want to eat fish?" You stupid ass, that's your living father.

I didn't feel it when I saw the living father, I'm an idiot enough.

(End of this chapter)