Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 220 The Graceful Beauty (1)

They are smart and wisely choose not to ask.

After pondering for a while, An Ming said: "The tribe is heavily guarded, it's not so easy to sneak in, and it's even more difficult to rob people."

"The prince is now pretending to be a weed. Although he has the opportunity to get close to the tribe every day, he only goes in and out of places like the racecourse, and the amount of information he gets is limited."

"We have to think of another way, find a way to get closer to the center, and find out where Dr. Shen lives before we can formulate a robbery plan."

Antai nodded in agreement.

"In my opinion, we'll look around the area tomorrow to see if there are any targets that are easy to attack and easy to disguise. If a few more people sneak in, we can quickly find out the situation."

Murong Li glanced at them, frowned and thought about it, then said in a deep voice, "That's it!"

Two days later...

After Shen Tuchi finished his homework, he took Shen Jingshu to the racecourse again to feed his little beloved horse.

After all, Shen Jingshu is not a child, and his enthusiasm for such a big and cute horse is only a few minutes. After touching the smooth fur of Heidian, he became bored and paced back and forth in the stable.

Not long after, the hunchback that appeared the day before yesterday appeared again.

Just like that day, he limped and pushed his small cart to deliver grass slowly.

His eyes wandered around the hunchback, and Shen Jingshu simply stopped, lying on the railing and staring intently at the hunchback, carefully searching for the memory of those eyes in his mind.

However, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember where she had seen such dark eyes before.

When the hunchback came back after unloading the grass and pushing the cart, Shen Jingshu shook the weeds in his hands, and chatted up like a ruffian: "Hey, delivery man, did your hand get hurt before or something? Do you want me to look at it for you?" look?"

Murong Li was undoubtedly delighted at this moment when the person he was thinking of took the initiative to strike up a conversation with, and all the unhappiness from that day disappeared immediately.

But when he turned his head and caught a glimpse of someone's unrestrained posture, as well as the clear and calm eyes that didn't seem to recognize him at all, his face immediately sank.

This damned woman, while he's not around, strikes up a conversation everywhere. When she gets back, let's see how he deals with her!
His face was easy to look, even if Murong Li's expression changed, others would not be able to see it.

He looked around in a dignified manner, pretending to be sure that Shen Jingshu was talking to him, and then responded: "Young Master, don't worry, I have old diseases that cannot be cured."

Shen Jingshu said, "How do you know if you haven't tried it? Maybe I'm good at medicine, and I'll prick it up for you after a few stitches? Don't you want your arm to never get sick again?"

Murong Li flatly refused: "Young master is a noble person, how can such a lowly person like me dare to bother you to give needles?"

Shen Jingshu pouted, "Whether humble or not, in my opinion, all people are equal. But if you don't want me to read it, I won't force you. Anyway, you will be the one who hurts from now on, not me."

Hearing this, Murong Li was in a happy mood - that's right, he shouldn't be so enthusiastic towards men outside.

"My lord, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first." Murong Li bowed his body and said.

"Go, go." Shen Jingshu shook his hands impatiently.

When Murong Li's figure walked away, Shen Jingshu glanced at him and turned around.

"Chi'er, let's go to another place to play, or find a place for a walk."

"Where does Brother Shen want to go?" Shen Tulie asked in a crisp voice.

(End of this chapter)