Brother Jin opened the door when the car rang and happily took it. Before he had taken a few steps, someone rushed over from the side and pushed him aside.

"It's you again!" the maid shouted, looking at the young man in front of her, staring angrily, "Mr. Zhou, what on earth do you want to do! Isn't the lesson enough? Do you have any other friends?"

Slap someone without slapping someone in the face, and scold someone without exposing someone's shortcomings. Naturally, this can also be said the other way around.

Sure enough, there are slaves as there are masters.

One is silent and the other is sharp-tongued, both are annoying.

Liu Lang's face turned livid, and he thrust a box in his hand over.

"What is this?" The maid couldn't stop it from being stuffed into her hand and shouted. She looked down.

Brother Jin and Ban Qin, who had been quietly guarding Cheng Jiaoniang, also looked over.

This is a snack box with a mark engraved on it.

It's the same as the tea snacks sold at Taipingju, except the words on it...

"Xuanmiao concept." The maid thought, sneering, "What's so good..."

Before she finished speaking, Brother Jin beside her screamed.

"Xuanmiao Temple! Xuanmiao Temple!" he shouted, as if he had seen something rare, almost dancing, "Madam, Xuanmiao Temple!"

When Banqin left, there were still two Xuanmiao Temples in Jiangzhou. When the maid came, Xuanmiao Temple was gradually becoming famous, and she left Jiangzhou before she even noticed.

Speaking of which, the person who is most familiar with the mystical point of view is Brother Jin.

When Brother Jin shouted, the maid also came back to her senses and thought about it.

"Are you from Jiangzhou?" she asked hesitantly, looking at the young man in front of her.

So you specially brought Jiangzhou’s products to relieve your lady’s homesickness?

She looked a little strange.

I will marry you...

The words rumbled in her ears, and the maid couldn't help but think smart.

Liu Lang turned around and walked away, got on his horse and disappeared into the street without looking back.

The maid took the box and turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Madam, this..." she said.

"I wonder how you are doing now?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, with a smile on her lips.

The lady lives in Xuanmiao Temple, and it seems that she often ate it at that time, so she must be happy to see it.

This Saturday man, he has been doing this for so long and still acts like a human being.

The maid smiled, picked up the box, and took the lead in the door.

"Then let's try it. I've only heard of it at home and haven't eaten it yet," she said.

A group of people entered the house, Jin Geer opened the door, Banqin hurriedly went to prepare water, and Cheng Jiaoniang was about to step up the steps when there was a sudden banging sound on the left courtyard wall, which scared everyone in the courtyard to stop.

Look over.

A hand slowly stretched out from the high wall.

This is a slender hand, which shines particularly brightly in the sunlight. For a moment, this is the only hand in everyone's eyes.

"Ghost!"

Brother Jin was the first to shout and squatted down holding his head.

His shout caused Banqin and the maidservant, who were just in a daze, to scream subconsciously.

The hand seemed frightened by the screams of the man and woman. It shook and grabbed the wall. Then another hand grabbed the wall, and a human head poked out from behind the wall.

Black eyebrows, eyes as bright as stars, a high bridge of nose, thin lips, and a face as white as jade appear condescendingly in front of the people in the courtyard.

"I was scared to death! I almost fell! Where is the ghost?" he asked, raising his long eyebrows and staring at Cheng Jiaoniang, with a smile on his lips and a bit of complaint, "Because of you

, I was scared again!”

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Chapter completed!