The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1009 Actor Allure (29)

"Qiubai sewed a purse for you, his hands are almost freezing, you, don't blame him for getting angry."

Qiushuang is Qiubai's older brother, and the two brothers were sent to Jiang Tang's side since they were young. Qiubai is more upright, so Qiushuang has to say something nice for him in the back, so as not to annoy his master.

Jiang Tang has always been patient with good-looking people.

Especially the four men who served by my side were all white and beautiful, just looking at them every day was pleasing to the eye.

"How could I blame him, don't think too much, you should go to rest earlier."

The candlelight was extinguished, and the smell of calming incense permeated the tip of his nose. In the warm and soft bed, Jiang Tang lifted the quilt with one foot, pressed his thighs comfortably on the quilt, and let out a long breath of relief.

"Banban, don't you have to reuse the faces in your mission world?"

Banban raised his head from the pile of documents, and asked inexplicably.

"How to say?"

"I saw a face today, very familiar."

"Well, maybe I accidentally used repetition, it's not a person, don't think too much about it."

Jiang Tang looked up at the curtain above his head, crossing his legs.

"You rubbish robot, you can deceive people."

"Huh? How did I lie to you?"

"Ah……"

Jiang Tang sneered, then closed his eyes and turned over, lazily rubbing his head against the soft brocade quilt, and muttered softly.

"It's rubbish...using my son's face on someone else...a rubbish thing."

Banban: "..."

He tapped on the keyboard, scanned all the faces Jiang Tang had seen today, and finally settled on a man's face.

fuck...

It's exactly the same.

"This is a randomly assigned face, by accident."

"Trash."

"You're fucking addicted to scolding!"

Banban wanted to curse again, but before she could speak, Jiang Tang's even and steady breathing came from the space.

"Damn, slept like a pig."

……

Jiang Zhai worships ancestors.

For half a month, Jiang Tang lived on a big mountain, isolated from the world, listening to dozens of old monks buzzing in his ears all day long, and the ceremony was complicated and cumbersome. As the daughter of the Jiang family, he didn't know how to worship How many Buddha statues, how many steps to kneel down, how many incense ashes were held.

All the ancestors of the Jiang family slept in this Baimao Temple. Mrs. Jiang would donate millions of taels of sesame oil every year to buy eight long-burning lamps and hang them behind the temple mountain. Every day, the sesame oil in the long-burning lamps The abbot must personally water and light it, burn incense and chant scriptures.

Half a month of fasting made Jiang Tang's jaw sharp, and the old lady was so distressed that she tried different ways to make all kinds of exquisite snacks for her.

After the ancestor worship was over, the mighty convoy turned around and rushed back to Jingyang City. The city gate was wide open, and thousands of people stood at the gate to watch the grand ceremony of the Jiang family's ancestor worship.

As soon as he got home, Jiang Tang ordered Ming Lu to change his clothes.

"When my mother finds me later, you tell her that I'm going to practice martial arts."

Ming Lu chased her out, stuffed the stove into Jiang Tang's arms, and added a cloak for her.

"Put it on, it's very cold outside, be careful of freezing."

"Okay, you should hurry back to Nuannuan too. I still have a few milk pancakes left in my room. Before my mother-in-law comes back, you can share them with Qiubai and the others."

Minglu smiled gently.

"I know, you love us."

Leaving Jiang's house, the carriage drove all the way towards Cuizhuxuan, the frost was approaching, and the bluestone slabs on the main road were frozen and brittle.

(End of this chapter)