Chapter 97 Xiao Guanyin, the traitor descended from heaven

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Then……

Next,

next next,

next next next,

Until the middle of the moon, Zhao Shi still wanted to go to the entrance next to the Daxiangguo Temple to find out. Yang Wenguang grabbed him and said, "Mr. Lang, take a rest."

"Um?"

Zhao Shi was confused for a moment, and then said movedly: "I'm fine."

I can't do it anymore!

Yang Wenguang's calves were trembling.

Logically speaking,

It shouldn't be like this,

Zhao Shi couldn't find many traces of martial arts training all over his body, but...

physical strength,

surprisingly good,

even,

Di Yong couldn't help but stand beside him, and his voice trembled slightly: "Lang Jun, didn't you also make an appointment with Wen Yanei, Fu Yanei and Liu Yanei?"

Zhao Shi was startled,

"It's only a few years ago... Oh my God, where did such a big moon come from?"

You just fucking saw it!

Yang Wenguang almost shouted, and then Zhao Shi fell silent. Could it be...

Bao Zheng,

It's me?

Then looking at the other people, Di Yong and Yang Wenguang are actually pretty good. Among the remaining people, except for Lin Chu who is still in high spirits, even some tall and powerful Imperial Guards are standing a little crookedly. Zhao Shi

Then he smiled and said: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. It's my devilish disease. I've troubled everyone today. I'll treat everyone to breakfast tomorrow, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Wow

There was a lot of cheering in the Forbidden Army group, and then everyone looked at Zhao with something wrong.

admire,

again

worry,

It's like the people from the Kaifeng government office saw Bao Zheng.

Zhao Shi handed over his hands again, saying that it was troublesome for everyone, and then he furrowed his brows and took Erniang and Di Yong back to Shixianju together. Inside Shixianju...

Drinking and drinking,

Like a fairyland,

Zhao Shi did not suddenly become interested. He scolded these people for not understanding the sufferings of the people at all. He even cooked a few dishes himself and took out a recipe display to thank them for their help in the previous two days.

Put out the fire and finally return to your house,

talent,

He slowly lowered his face,

He felt the urgency of not being able to sleep, and then spread out the maps he had drawn for several hours this afternoon on the table one by one. While studying, he copied them onto another better paper, and finally found another one.

On the white paper, I wrote Wuyou Cave, and then...

Smelly,

cold,

black,

three words,

Finally, Zhao Shi frowned and thought for a while, then crossed out the smell. The smell was originally the most unsolvable in his plan, but after some investigation today, he found that almost no one disliked the smell, or in other words,

The stench is still within their tolerance range,

after all,

The Northern Song Dynasty was not like modern times. Even the Royal Streets in the Northern Song Dynasty were definitely not clean from the perspective of modern people, let alone the small streets and alleys, but...

black,

Especially cold,

Kaifeng Mansion is already considered a relatively warm city, but when Zhao Shi entered the underground ditch today, he could clearly feel the chill that penetrated the bones. It has not yet entered winter. If it does...

Although gamblers are not considered human beings,

but,

Zhao Shi couldn't create a bunch of disabled people just to save a bunch of disabled people!

but,

what to do?

Carpet?

Light the stove?

If you light a stove, where does the smoke from the stove go and collect it underground? Also, the stove itself remembers how to make it. The question is, can the current iron smelting technology make a thin stove barrel?

besides……

mahjong,

Mahjong is not difficult to copy. Not to mention people with a photographic memory, just ordinary people. After watching it for a while and playing a few more games, they can go back and create one for themselves. How to stop this situation?

unconsciously,

Zhao Shi almost filled the page,

Then turn to the next page,

The ink was gone,

Zhao Shi raised his head and wanted to ask Di Yong at the door to get a piece for him, but saw...

I don’t know when,

Li Lingshi was leaning on the door frame, looking at him quietly,

To tell the truth,

Zhao Shi was feeling a little nervous at this moment.

after all,

He suspected that Li Lingshi was Xiao Guanyin. Otherwise, there was really no way to explain why she suddenly said that day: The queen Yelu Hongji established was not Xiao Guanyin.

but,

Zhao Shi was not sure, so he could only pretend that there was nothing strange and asked: "Why are you here?"

Li Lingshi was startled, and hurriedly picked up the teapot in his hand, indicating that he was not peeping, but that he was crazy. However, he found that the teapot had become cold before he knew it, so he froze, turned around and ran away, only to come back a moment later.

, while pouring tea for Zhao Shi, he couldn't help but ask: "I see you are frowning, is it difficult?"

Zhao Shi subconsciously stayed away from her: "It's a bit difficult."

"Then why don't you forget about it!"

"never mind?"

Zhao Shi shook his head: "What do you want me to do? Go and tell my father now, Daddy! In fact, I just farted a few nice farts that day?"

puff

Li Lingshi wanted to laugh, but felt embarrassed, so he held it back for a while, then rolled his eyes, took the teapot away, sat down and said, "Do you need my help?"

help me?

Zhao Shi was startled, then asked without moving his expression: "How can I help?"

Li Lingshi looked around, then leaned down and waved to Zhao Shi to bring his ears closer...

Zhao Shi,
To be continued...