Old Huang bowed: "Yes, the poster."

Zhang Chu turned his head, looked at Hongyun and smiled, "How about you take over this matter?"

Hongyun did not rush to reply, but looked at Lao Huang and said, "Old Huang, what kind of rank Han Tao is?"

Lao Huang: "Seventh grade."

Hongyun curled his lips and said in a lack of interest: "The other eleven brothers and sisters have been performing Qihai missions for a long time, and I am still dealing with small characters in the Lishi realm... Okay, you want to die, but you still have to

Living?"

In the last sentence, she said to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu held his hands and smiled and said, "No matter how you say it is, you are a famous thief in Xiliangzhou. Even if you are not very strong, you must have a few tricks under your hands, which are not comparable to ordinary seventh-grade strongmen. You

Don't be careless!"

Hongyun smiled contemptuously: "Who dares to walk in the world these days, who has not had many tricks?"

"Okay, you make a plan first. When you want to do it, let me know... Save the lives of those two children first. As for Han Tao, it doesn't matter if you live or die!"

Zhang Chu stood up and said, "Old Huang, is there any famous snacks in Changhe Mansion? Take me to try..."

"Yes, the mutton steamed buns and red oil cold skin here are awesome."

"Let's go!"

...

Two thick porcelain bowls with large faces were served on the table.

The bowl was covered with a few red oil-cold skins sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the fragrance was everywhere.

Lao Huang stood up and put a bowl in front of Zhang Chu, then took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, soaked it in tea, wiped it dry, and handed it to Zhang Chu's hands.

He was very comfortable to do these movements, and seemed deliberate at all.

Zhang Chu took the chopsticks, couldn't wait to mix them, and picked up one and fed it into his mouth... Well, it smells so good!

Lao Huang held the chopsticks, but did not move the bowl of cold skin in front of him.

He looked at Zhang Chu, looking reluctant to speak.

Seeing this, Zhang Chu didn't know what he wanted to ask, and took the initiative to speak: "What, I want to ask about your master's situation?"

"Sir!"

Lao Huang quickly responded: "I have sent more than a dozen letters to the master, and the master replied one, saying that I can let the old slave work here with peace of mind and not worry about him, but I heard that..."

He was the son of Wu family. He served the Wu family for several generations. When Wu Qianyuan was born, he served by Wu Qianyuan. Saying loyalty was not enough to show that he was celebrating Wu Qianyuan's side.

The level of loyalty can only be said that Wu Qianyuan is his heaven and the backbone of his life...

If his life could bring peace and happiness to Wu Qianyuan for the rest of his life, he would immediately draw his sword and smear his neck. Before the moment, he would also thank God for protecting his master.

"I asked you to come out to tell you about this."

Zhang Chu put down his chopsticks and slowly said softly: "Your master, no, after this incident, you will give your subordinates the matter at hand, follow me back to Taiping Pass, and give your master your last journey..."

"No?"

Old Huang had a dull face and looked disbelief: "I, the old guy, are still alive. He is young, why can't he be successful?"

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and explained to him with difficulty: "The vicious disease, I can't eat food, and I vomited blood when I saw the sky... I can't help it!"

"I see."

Lao Huang's face suddenly became darker: "I knew it a long time ago, I knew it long ago..."

Since Wu Qianyuan left Jintian Mansion, he has been following Wu Qianyuan, protecting his safety and serving his daily life.

No one knows better than him, and no one knows Wu Qianyuan's living habits better than him, Wu Qianyuan's body bones.

"I've tried my best."

Zhang Chu said lightly: "But I still can't keep him, nor can I keep his bones and blood. I need to be mentally prepared, and you also need to be mentally prepared."

Old Huang stared at Zhang Chu in a daze: "Master, will you leave your bones and blood?"

Zhang Chu: "Of course he refused, but I used a method and stuffed more than 30 women around him, none of them became pregnant..."

After a pause, he sighed, picked up the chopsticks and said, "God's will."

"So many people in the Wu family are not good..."

Old Huang sat on the bench like a hindrance, muttering repeatedly: "Why did it fall on him? Why did it fall on him? Why did it fall on him?"

Zhang Chu was eating while listening to the words.

In my mind, I couldn't help but see Wu Qianyuan for the first time.

At that time, Wu Qianyuan was honest, shy, and a gentleman.

As the eldest son of the Wu family, he was helped by a small person, and they all "down" one by one and "received thanks" one by one.

Nie Yutang called out a black stallion, and he could only shout angrily: "I won't have a break with you..."

Perhaps the origin of the tragedy of his life lies in the fact that he is a gentleman.

If he is a wicked person.

No.

Even like the rest of his Wu family, he is a profit-oriented businessman?

He won't turn white overnight either.

He would not be able to run for several years and end up dying prematurely in his thirties.

The other tribes of his Wu family are now afraid that they are still on the Tianji grassland, living a happy life of being popular, drinking spicy food, and seeing cattle and sheep when they are blowing the grass, right?

So, people are bullied by good people, and horses are ridden by good people.

It is the most comfortable to be a villain that everyone fears!

Zhang Chu smiled mockingly and slapped the last bit of cold skin left in the bowl into his mouth.
Chapter completed!