Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Gao Zuo slapped him hard on the head: "Dare to talk back?"

After finishing speaking, he squatted to the corner of the wall and muttered softly: "It can't be true, it can't be true..."

If what the prince is doing today has something to do with that night, their brothers will surely die.

"What are you thinking so much about?" Gao You scratched his head: "The prince always has his reasons for what he wants to do."

If there is no Mr. Xie in his heart, even if there are ten or eight, the prince will not feel any pity for Mr. Xie because of this at night. Why is the elder brother suddenly not working well?

Xie Zhuo didn't know that the outside world was already speculating about his gossip. After ordering the fruit, he invited a calligraphy and painting teacher, a publishing and printing man, and even a theater troupe.

However, no matter what questions he asks, the cold guards in the village will always handle his affairs well.

Sometimes there are even some unexpected surprises, such as his father's book has begun to print.

Lying under the shade of a tree, Xie Zhuo murmured, "No way, Nie Qing really didn't imprison me."

Although he was old, the storyteller, whose ears were still good, stopped talking under Xie Zhuo's murmur.

He looked at Xie Zhuo in surprise: "Young Master, why do you say that?"

These days, he and Xie Zhuo have also become close friends, and they seem to talk about everything.

Listening to Xie Zhuo saying that the prince might imprison him now, he couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

The whole Zhuangzi is serving Mr. Xie, and there are even a steady stream of things being sent in. How can anyone imprison others like this?

He didn't look like he was imprisoning people, but he seemed to be raising some kind of pampered person.

Xie Zhuo pointed to the guards outside with the folding fan in his hand: "Do you think they..."

"Martial arts are very strong." Mr. Storyteller replied before Xie Zhuo's guess.

In these days, whether they came to inquire about the news or the thieves passing by, these hidden guards took care of them honestly.

Northwest has been in chaos for so long, and this is the first time that my husband has lived such a stable life.

He happily took a sip of the tea in his cup, if he could live like this for the rest of his life, it's not impossible for his house not to buy it.

"In this world, soldiers are the most valuable." He thought of those guards who went to heaven and earth, and sighed: "These people, I guess it takes a lot of money to train them, they are really overqualified here."

A group of guys, just protecting the two of them, really...

Xie Zhuo's head suddenly lit up under Mr.'s words: "That's right!"

He just guessed and guessed, why did he forget to guess Nie Qing's character?

This is an extreme pragmatist who never puts energy on useless things.

If he is really dissatisfied with him, this guy should kill him without saying that he will be put in prison directly. How could he spend so much manpower and material resources to lock him up here with good food and drink?

Sometimes people will get into such a dead end.

But after people cut off the horns, there will be a blue sky.

Xie Zhuo couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "I'm so stupid, really?"

What kind of rat poison did he take in the past to think that way?

"Oh," Qi Ling smiled coldly: "Isn't it because you don't believe him?"

As long as anyone has the slightest trust in Nie Qing, he will not feel so strange because of this strict protection.