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Chapter 2170 The stall favored by Dongchang (congratulations to the leader ¡®Bu Piaopiao¡¯, additional updates)

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    "Your Highness, get up"

    A eunuch stood beside the bed and shouted loudly.

    The little corn on the bed was still sleeping soundly, with drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

    For a child of his age, the only task at the moment is to eat, drink, poop, and sleep whenever he wants.

    The eunuch was helpless, but because he wanted to get a position next to Xiao Corn, he had to gather his strength again and prepare to wake him up with a louder voice.

    "Your Highness"

    "What's the noise about?"

    A wet nurse came in, picked up the corns skillfully, and then changed the clothes. The corns were still in a daze, but they didn't cry.

    We carried her all the way to Hu Shanxiang. She was eating breakfast, but it was just porridge.

    After winter, Hu Shanxiang fasted for more than ten days. Now he has just started eating meat, but he is not used to it.

    "corn."

    Hu Shanxiang put down the small bowl, took the child, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

    Corn yawned, probably because he smelled his mother's scent and closed his eyes.

    Hu Shanxiang said helplessly: "This child has been bumping into each other a lot in the past few days and is also addicted to sleep."

    Yi'an suggested: "My dear, why don't you go to the temple to ask for a peace charm?"

    Hu Shanxiang looked at the corn lovingly and said: "It is said that the third son of Uncle Xinghe's family has been unlucky since he was a child, and the temples and gymnasiums are useless. In the end, he was sent to Uncle Xinghe to take with him. As expected, he was polished by the evil spirit."

    Yi'an said helplessly: "Mother, no matter what, Uncle Xinghe can't come to Kunning Palace. How about when we discuss military matters someday, let's see if we can let His Highness listen from the side"

    "Um¡­¡­"

    Hu Shanxiang glanced at Yi'an and said, "The corn is still small"

    Yi'an apologized and said, "It's the old slave who forgot his sense of propriety."

    The two of them were silent, and the room became quiet.

    Hu Shanxiang is making small clothes, very seriously.

    Everyone was gently waking up with the little prince  The people in the Kunning Palace were careful.

    It was like there was a pair of eyes watching them from somewhere.

    It wasn¡¯t until Corn opened his eyes again, and then started to howl in an earth-shattering way, that anger came to Kunning Palace again.

    " Sun's side was also very quiet. Mingyue was already awake, but she was lying down obediently.

    Mrs. Sun was leaning on the large chair, in front of her was silver-white charcoal that burned without any smell of fireworks.

    It was very warm. She touched her belly and recited poems silently.

    If you want your children to grow up well, you must listen to elegant music poems in your belly.

    "My dear, the Queenit is said that Your Highness has been bumping into each other a lot these days."

    Wang Zhen lowered his eyebrows and came in to report. Then he started to feel cold and hot, and he started to sweat.

    Mrs. Sun frowned and said, "Stay nosy!"

    Wang Zhen bent his waist a little more, then excused himself and resigned.

    After going out, a gust of cold wind blew, and the greasy sweat just now became the source of coldness.

    He stood on the steps and looked at the desolation in the yard. He was stunned for a long time, and then lowered his head to hide his disappointment.

    If this baby is a girl again, it will be almost impossible for the Sun family to take the lead!

    ¡­¡­

    It¡¯s very cold this morning.

    "Is it cold?"

    An Lun was brushing the horse in the horse pen.

    The front leg of the war horse is much better, but it can't land yet.

    It enjoyed An Lun¡¯s service, shaking its head and swaying its head, and from time to time its huge head would burrow into An Lun¡¯s arms.

    An Lun smiled and pushed its head away and said, "Good luck, I'll come see you next time."

    He is the factory supervisor of the East Factory, so naturally he cannot stay out overnight often. He only comes back occasionally to see this horse.

    The people parted ways, and An Lun went out to Dongchang.

    When we got to the street, it was still the same stall, and the same girl was making pot stickers.

    "Go and buy some. It's delicious hot for lunch."

    A fan next to him passed by, but his smile was almost flattering.

    "Girl, get twenty pot stickers, wrap them in oil paper, and let's take them away."

    The girl is called Yingmei and her family is poor, so she got up early and went out in the dark to make pot stickers.

    It¡¯s just that it¡¯s too difficult for a little girl¡¯s family to do business. Not to mention those green-skinned bullies. Some customers will also tease her and even pay less.??'s.

    Last time, An Lun's entourage, Xiao Ma, was quite polite. He just teased her and touched his little hand.

    So Fanzi¡¯s sudden flattery frightened Yingmei again, and she said with tears in her eyes: ¡°No money, no money!¡±

    Fanzi¡¯s body softened and he almost knelt down. He said with a bitter face: ¡°Yingmei, stop it! Hurry up and smile.¡±

    Yingmei was startled, and asked in surprise with tears in her eyes: "Do you know me?"

    Fanzi nodded hurriedly, then patted her chest and said that from now on, doing business on this street is the most precious thing to her. Anyone who dares to bully her will have trouble with Dongchang.

    As for who was in Dongchang, he didn¡¯t say and couldn¡¯t say.

    Yingmei glanced at An Lun, then sniffed and looked at Fanzi's waist.

    Many people are accustomed to hanging their money bags around their waists, so Fanzi subconsciously took out his money bags and said: "How much money matters, whoever dares to take your pot stickers in the future will give you less money. If you don't give me money, you can go to Dongchang and say hello."  , just say they are Yingmei, I will break their legs!"

    Yingmei timidly took the copper coins. Seeing that Fanzi had no regrets, she happily started to turn over the pot stickers, and then poured some stuff into the teapot. The aroma immediately hit her nostrils.

    "Brother, this is chicken soup, I poured some more!"

    Yingmei¡¯s flattery.

    A girl who comes out to make a living will almost never let go if she grabs a thigh, and she doesn¡¯t want to let go.

    She didn¡¯t know what Dongchang did, but when she saw the owners and customers of the stalls around her with fearful expressions, she knew that she might be hugging a golden thigh.

    Fanzi said sternly: "Just do what you need to do, don't put too much in there."

    How dare he ask for anything more!  The pony who used to be An Lun's entourage is now dead or alive. After the news spread, everyone carefully speculated about it. In the end, they cut off their hands and poked their eyes, allowing everyone to find clues.

    After some investigation, someone quietly said that Xiao Ma was teasing Ying Mei.

    Since then, this British girl has become the target of Dongchang¡¯s attention. Everyone wants someone to bully her, and then come out as a hero to save the beauty

    Well!  Yingmei is not a beauty.

    But power and wealth are more attractive than beautiful women!

    After the pot stickers were ready, Yingmei wrapped twenty of them in oil paper, and then respectfully turned to An Lun.

    An Lun nodded slightly, then mounted his horse and left.

    This moment confirmed his favor for this beautiful girl, and he immediately began to think carefully about whether An Lun had fallen in love

    An Lun glanced at Yingmei, then turned back.

    He thought of his little sister.

    The little girl who died in Yan Dajian¡¯s home.

    It hurts!

    An Lun beat his chest hard, and then coughed heartbreakingly for a while, but the pain in his heart could not dissipate.

    The morning breeze blew, and his face stung, but An Lun felt nothing.

    Yingmei happily counted the copper coins, and then said to a stall nearby: "Uncle Yang, I gave you two more copper coins!"

    The stall next door sells noodles. The middle-aged man¡¯s eyes became more worried and he forced a smile and said, ¡°Okay, Yingmei, hurry up and save some dowry.¡±

    "The reputation of Dongchang is not good. It is almost like a monster. If it is implicated in the future

    When we arrived at Dongchang, someone came to report: "Father, Xin Jian has been tricked."

    An Lun sat down and Fanzi took out the pot stickers. He took one and ate it slowly.

    ?? Pot stickers, especially chicken gravy pot stickers, are the most delicious and can make people unable to stop.

    He ate a pot sticker, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "That's a whirlpool, a personal grudge. His Majesty didn't say anything. We don't care what he does!" (Remember this website's website: www.hlnovel.com
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