The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

The next day, a group of people came outside the hotel, about a dozen people.Except for an old man who seemed to be a little old, the rest were young and strong young people.

Looking at the mansion in front of him, which was obviously not as prestigious as Ye Wang's mansion, the old man shook his head, somewhat disapproving of Ye Wang's living here, but he didn't say much, and walked towards it.

The guard guarding the gate obviously knew the old man, and when he saw him approaching, he called out to him respectfully, "Mr. Guo."

The old man nodded, smiled back at the guard, rubbed his sore waist from the rush, and walked inside step by step.

The white shirt who had been waiting for a long time heard the news of the old man's arrival, strode out, and bowed to him, "Mr. Guo, you have worked hard all the way."

Mr. Guo returned a salute to him with a smile, and said politely: "The old man's body is weak, and it took so long to arrive. I think the king is impatient with waiting? Take me to see the king."

"Yes." The white shirt was very polite to the old man in front of him, he was used to his unsteady legs and he didn't rush, just accompanied him slowly towards the direction of the Night King's study.

When the two arrived at the temporary study room where the Night King used to work, Ye Lin, who had already waited a little impatiently, was playing with a night pearl, and did not turn his gaze until the two came in.

"Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time. It seems that you are doing well recently." Facing the ghost-faced king that everyone fears in front of him, Mr. Guo is not afraid at all. Lin said.

Ye Lin looked at him, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said lightly, "Fortunately, thank you for your concern, sir. There are still some things that need to be dealt with here, and I will trouble Mr. Guo with the rest."

"It was the king's promotion, and I will do my best." Mr. Guo smiled and accepted the errand that was to be assigned to him.

Seeing this, Ye Lin nodded, was very satisfied with his performance, and couldn't help but praise: "It's better for Mr. Guo, you and Bai Shirt will discuss those matters in the future, and the authority will be delegated to you. If you really can't handle it, come again." Find me."

"The little old man knows."

"Subordinates obey."

After the two left, Ye Lin looked at the Ye Mingzhu in his hand and thought of Xiji. He heard that cats like round things, and he didn't know if the cat-like brother liked it or not.

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The old man and the white shirt left the study room, and the two who had always known Ye Lin's temper didn't say much, and went directly to another spare study room to prepare for work.Looking at the documents piled there, Mr. Guo couldn't help being a little surprised, "Is this going to exhaust the little old man to death?"

Bai Shirt had a calm expression on his face, and he put another pile of paperwork piled on the ground on the table, "Sir, these need to be dealt with."

Mr. Guo looked at the pile of things in a daze for a moment, then laughed and said: "I just said, Wang urged so urgently this time, so that's why."

Mr. Guo just sighed, and then quickly started to deal with it. Originally, he was in charge of these things in the palace, so it was easy to do.

He dealt with those unimportant things that he could handle by himself, and left a few things that the king needed to personally decide for the king to review.

Handling official documents and receiving visitors, Mr. Guo and Bai Shirt worked hard for a whole day, until it was dark, and the two of them managed a small part of their official duties.

Mr. Guo thumped his sore waist, ready to rest after reading the last document in his hand. After all, he is an old bone, and he can't stand the toss like a young man.

Picking up the document, Mr. Guo snorted a little strangely, "Why do you have to ask for instructions again for the taxation here?"

Looking at the document asking for instructions on whether this year's taxes should be collected as before, Mr. Guo stroked his gray beard, shook his head and said, "The people here are really unreliable. The taxes collected by the king's territory are all It’s not serious, if there is anything else you can ask for instructions, just follow the usual practice.”

On the side, the white shirt, who had been exhausted by these trivial matters, looked at the paperwork in his hand with a look of bitterness and hatred. He didn't hear what Mr. Guo was saying, so naturally he couldn't come forward to say a few words.

After writing the treatment method on the document, Mr. Guo stood up straight, rubbed the sore part, and said that he was getting old, and at the same time beckoned Bai Shirt to go back to rest with him, and we will talk about it tomorrow if there is anything to do.

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Hearing that the officers and soldiers who came to declare the tax said that the tax was still collected according to the previous practice, when they were asked to prepare early, Li Da had a little bit of astonishment on his face.

Clenching his fists, as if exhausting all his strength, he said humbly to the officer and soldier, "My lord, the harvest in the field is not good this year, can we reduce the tax?"

Hearing what he said, the officer and soldier squinted at him, and said with a sneer, "This is an order from above, and I, a soldier, can't control it. You should stop thinking about it and make preparations as soon as possible!"

Looking at the officers and soldiers who left haughtily after finishing speaking, Li Da could hear the faint sobs from the villagers who came with him behind him, and looked up at the sky. It was a sunny day, but he felt full of life cold.

He decided that he was going to see the king, no matter what the final result was, he would at least give it a try and take a gamble, they couldn't just wait to die like this.

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"Master, will we not be able to eat fish with chopped peppers again this year?" Mo Shu held his head and looked at Xiji who was putting away the leftover peppers, and asked with regret.

When Xiji heard him ask this question, he also looked depressed, but he could only look at the small peppers left in his hand and said, "Yes, there are too few of these small peppers."

After the first fish was eaten by the Night King that day, Xiji and Mo Shu quickly found a chance to do it again, and each of them ate a enough fish, and fell in love with this delicious food. Make one from time to time, of course the Night King also has a share.

It's just that the good times don't last long, and soon there will be nothing to eat.The most important raw material here - small pepper, does not have much production. The reason why it is planted in this hotel is because the fruit it produces is very beautiful, and it is placed here as an ornamental plant.

When she found out about this, Xiji was still a little surprised, but was soon overwhelmed by the regret of not being able to eat chili peppers.However, he decided to keep some of these seeds and plant some in his small yard when he went back, so that he would have something to eat when he wanted to.

With such a beautiful idea in mind, Xiji took the ink book to deal with these little peppers, hoping that they would not get moldy before going back.

"Young master, do you need my help?" Looking at the master and servant who were busy, the cook surrounded them enthusiastically.

Since Xiji borrowed the kitchen here last time, she probably felt that the kitchen here was convenient to use, so she came here often.

The cook has been with him for a long time, and she also knows that this young man is a good-natured young man. She even learned many dishes that she didn't know before thanks to this young man.

Therefore, she loves and fears this little son at the same time. When she saw them making things, she came forward with a smile, wanting to help.

Seeing the sincere smile on the chubby cook's face, Xiji waved her hand a little embarrassedly, indicating that she didn't need her help, "It's okay, the two of us can handle it."

The cook repeatedly expressed that she wanted to help, but was dismissed by Xiji, so she didn't insist anymore. She just took the dishes to be processed and sat aside, thinking about waiting for a while. If Xiji needed help, she would Be the first to go up.

When the three people in the small yard were doing their own things, and it was quiet, a woman in coarse linen walked in from outside the door. It seemed that she hadn't seen the two of Xiji who were squatting on the ground doing things. Excitedly, she walked towards the cook, and said loudly, "Let me tell you, I won't be able to go to the autumn market tomorrow. When you go, remember to bring me something back."

Xiji listened to it, and was a little curious. She turned her head to look at the woman with a loud voice, and asked curiously, "What is Qiushi?"

Hearing his words, the woman turned her head with a stiff expression.

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"Do you want to go?" Seeing Xiji standing in front of him with a worried expression, Ye Lin asked in a flat tone.

Xiji looked at him without seeing any emotion in his eyes. He was still very interested in thinking about the scene of the autumn market that the woman had painted yesterday.

Ever since he came here, he was either on the road or staying in the yard, completely ignorant of what the people outside were like or how they lived.

He wants to see how people in this era live and work. Just thinking about this makes him very excited.

Ye Lin looked coldly at the little brother who didn't know what he was excited about alone, and didn't speak.

Seeing the Night King's reaction, Xiji thought that his request had been exceeded, and immediately pulled himself out of the excitement just now, looked at him anxiously, and continued: "I promise I'm just going to see, absolutely not Get in trouble and will be back at the appointed time."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the Night King eagerly, waiting for his answer.

Ye Lin looked at him and saw that he looked like a kitten begging for a toy, looking at him with eyes that were watery, rubbed the night pearl in his hand, and said slowly: "Yes."

Seeing that the Night King agreed, Xiji's eyes lit up, he saluted, and was about to leave without disturbing his office.Who knew that he was stopped just as he was about to leave, and he was a little baffled when he saw the Night King who stopped him.

Xiji looked at the crystal clear bead in his hand, a little strange, it was so good, why did the Night King give him a bead.

Just as he was frowning and thinking about what the bead in his hand was, two people came towards him, one old and one young, it was Mr. Guo and Bai Shirt.

After greetings from both sides, Mr. Guo looked at the thing in Xiji's hand and said with a smile: "Isn't this the Ye Mingzhu in Wang's hand? I liked it very much at first and played it with me. I didn't expect to give it to the young master now." .”

"This is the Pearl of the Night?" Thinking of the priceless thing in the legend, and looking at the pearl in his hand that was bigger than a ping-pong ball, even Xiji, who didn't like money very much, started beating heartily.

Seeing Xiji standing there blankly, as if he had just discovered the value of the thing, Mr. Guo still smiled, "Yes, no one dares to fake something dedicated to the king. Young master, we still have more to do." With things in hand, I left first.”

Hearing what he said, Xiji nodded without holding back, and went back cautiously holding the luminous pearl.All he could think about was that this thing was actually worth more than he thought.

The two people staggered, Mr. Guo's eyes flashed with thought, and he said to his colleague next to him: "It seems that Wang likes this young master very much."