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- The life of a prostitute is hard.
? Even if it is a top-notch leader, who sets up various rules, picks up customers much less than his peers, and earns much more, it is still inevitable to sleep with others in the end.
At least the dignitaries came, and they couldn't be pushed away.
The ladies in the brothel don't want to conceive a child at will, who will raise it? Then you have to take anti-pregnancy medicine, but these medicines are very harmful to the body.
Zhao Xiangxiang followed Liu Yong, and she already realized that she would not be able to have children in the future. After all, her body was poor, and Liu Yong was old.
But neither the husband nor wife thought that Zhao Xiangxiang was pregnant.
Liu Yong has the expectation of passing on to his offspring, but why does Zhao Xiangxiang not want to have a child? This is maternal instinct.
Therefore, even if the doctor told Zhao Xiangxiang that because of the injury to her body, she might not be able to keep the child even if she conceived it, and it would cause great harm to the mother's body, and her longevity would be greatly reduced if she did not die, but she still wanted to gamble. To, give birth to the child.
The cicadas were chirping outside, and after Liu Yong and Zhao Xiangxiang finished what they had just said, they all showed an understatement.
Both of them put life and death at nothing, Zhao Xiangxiang himself is not afraid of death, and Liu Yong has made up his mind, if his wife is not born because of his own selfishness, but instead of being born, he will not live alone.
Lu Lin understood the ancient people's desire and dedication to having offspring.
He took out the honey from his backpack and said with a smile, "You should also know the efficacy of this stuff. Mrs. Liu drinks some every day, and drinks half of it before giving birth. After giving birth, drink the remaining half."
To be honest, honey is not worth much in Lu Sen's opinion.
The beehive in the yard can produce more than a dozen bottles every month. When he was at home, Hei Zhu and Lingo all mixed this thing with water as a drink.
He may not care, but in the eyes of others, this thing is a magic medicine.
Especially Liu Yong and Zhao Xiangxiang, the two of them have seen the curative effect of this thing with their own eyes.
Forcibly rescued Liu Yong who was dying.
Looking at the transparent crystal glass bottle on the table, looking at the beautiful golden honey, Liu Yong took a deep breath, stood up, clasped his fists in his hands, bent down to salute, and solemnly said: "Lu Xiaolang is so kind, I can't repay you. I can only be a cow or a horse in the next life"
As he spoke, he was about to bow down, but Lu Sen supported him: "Liu Tuntian, don't be so solemn, it's just a bottle of honey, you shouldn't make such a great gift, and you are older than me, no matter what, you are an elder .¡±
"Lu Xiaolang saved my husband and wife two times and three times." Liu Yong insisted on prostrating, but he is an old man and a frail scholar, of course his strength is not as strong as that of a young man like Lu Sen. Give up: "How dare I, Liu Yong, live as an elder again."
Liu Yong used to call himself 'Old Man', but now he calls himself 'I'.
This shows that he no longer takes it seriously that he is thirty or forty years older than Lu Sen.
"Aren't friends supposed to help each other?" Lu Sen sat down by Liu Yong, then turned his head and smiled at Zhao Xiangxiang: "Ms. Liu, I'm a little hungry, but can I eat?"
"Ah, I just laughed, I'm confused, so I'm going to prepare." Zhao Xiangxiang stood up immediately, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and turned to enter the kitchen.
Zhao Xiangxiang's tears were not shed for herself, but for the hope that the child in her stomach would be born.
In addition, she also understood that Lu Sen was deliberately getting away from him, as the latter seemed to have something to say to his husband.
After she obediently performed the Wanfu ceremony, she entered the kitchen.
After Zhao Xiangxiang left, Lu Sen turned to Liu Yong and said, "I don't know if Liu Tuntian knows about the recent election of the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
"Of course I know. Hangzhou was preparing for this matter more than half a year ago." Liu Yong nodded: "The court's move is to absorb and divide warriors. It is indeed a good strategy. It is either Grand Master Pang or the Eight Sage Kings. idea."
Although Liu Yong did not become a high-ranking official in his life, his ability to serve as an official is still good, and he is extremely diligent. During his tenure at the local level, he was unanimously praised by the people.
It's just a pity that the officials have always been disgusted by him, so even if someone recommends an official for him, they will be dismissed by the officials. After several times, no one in the court is willing to promote Liu Yong.
But he can see clearly about the affairs of the DPRK and China.
"The minister presiding over this matter is Sima Junshi."
Liu Yong leaned back slightly, even a little inconceivable: "The officials actually dispatched Sima Zhongcheng? It seems that the court's attention to this matter is far beyond my guess."
theJade carvings, etc. These things can be replaced by a house with a large yard in the center of Hangzhou, where every inch of land is expensive.
It's just that people in the Jianghu don't like these things.
They usually chase treasures and wealth, but they are not suitable to be regarded as the winners of the martial arts conference.
People in Jianghu will not recognize these things, and will not think that these things are worthy of their competition in the largest martial arts competition today.
That night, Sima Guang was so worried that his hair turned gray again.
"If it doesn't work, let's put a thousand pieces of gold on it as a lottery." Sima Guang shook his head helplessly. This was the best way he could think of.
But at this moment, Zhan Zhao asked to see him.
"Ask him to come in." Sima Guang sat down on the chair.
"Zhongcheng, have you found a lottery to replace the sword?"
Sima Guang shook his head, looking very helpless.
Even if this matter is not done well, the court will not demote him, but the impression of ineffectiveness will definitely remain among the colleagues in the hall.
Even mere Jianghu people can't manage their affairs!
Zhan Zhao clasped his fists when he heard the words, and said beamingly: "There is already a solution for this matter."
"Really? What kind of treasure is it?"
"Please allow the lower officials to keep it a secret. Tomorrow, Zhong Cheng just needs to sit on the main stage and watch, and the lower officials will definitely handle this matter properly." Zhan Zhao said, clasping his fists.
"This" Sima Guang felt a little uneasy.
"The lower official is willing to issue a military order." Zhan Zhao knelt down on one knee to perform the official salute, clasped his fists with both hands, and held his head high: "If the treasure I invite tomorrow does not satisfy the friends in the world, the lower official will kill himself on the spot and present it to the middle school." Cheng."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Sima Guang agreed.
Zhan Zhao is the confidant of Lao Bao in Kaifeng Mansion, since he has already spoken to such an extent, he has to give face no matter what.
It's just that Sima Guang is very curious about what the treasure that Zhan Zhao invited is exactly. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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