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Chapter 8: Our young master has a request

She smiled awkwardly, "I like to snore when I sleep and don't dare to disturb Brother Jinglei's sleep. I'd better wait for me to cure my bad habits another day before I come to eat fish first, come on, eat fish first."

Ruan Qingai picked up a large piece of fish and originally wanted to hand it to Wan Jinglei and flatter him.

But when she picked up the fish and handed it to the air, Wan Jinglei Hongye and Hengfu lifted the bowl at the same time and reached towards her, with an intriguing smile on her face, staring at her for a constant stop.

Ruan Qingai choked hard, stiffened his chopsticks, and sweated coldly.

"Well--"

After a long stalemate, Ruan Qingai hurriedly said, "I'll try it for you first. If it's not delicious, please don't use your chopsticks!"

The fish returned to its bowl and swallowed it with a mouthful.

"Ah—ahh—" Ruan Qingai grabbed her neck and roared wildly.

The three men were stunned, "What's wrong?"

"The fish bones—uh—is stuck in the throat! Ah spit—no, no, I have to go and have a few sips of vinegar, everyone is missing."

Ruan Qingai just slipped out like this.

Jian Fen cried and followed, "Sir, be careful of slippery roads, walk slowly, wait for me, I'll accompany you."

As soon as he left the door, Ruan Qingai carried his skirt and left Beiyuan.

Jian Fen followed her behind and shouted, "Is the mermaid bone still there?"

"What fish bones, you are so stupid. Can't you tell me I'm acting?"

Jian Fen pouted, "You always scare me. I'm really serious."

"Stop talking, hurry up and hide. These three big tigers eat people and don't spit bones, which scares the baby to death."

Jian Fen nodded and replied, "That's right, let's go back to the house."

When Ruan Qingai was about to enter his own garden, two big men were blocking at the door.

Ruan Qingai said in surprise, "Brother Qingcheng, Qingguo."

The two guards bowed to Ruan Qingai and said, "Sir, our young master invites you to come over."

"Hey? Please... please come over?" Ruan Qingai's face was a little scared.

"Yes."

"What kind of thing?" Ruan Qingai asked curiously.

"I don't know, our young master invites you over anyway."

Ruan Qingai had a headache, but there was no way. Luohen’s personal bodyguard Qing Guoqingcheng came to ask for someone in person, but he still had to give him face.

Maybe there is really something big to discuss with her?

Ruan Qingai walked into Dongyuan with serious steps and walked to the main house with familiarity.

Luohen was already waiting for her at the door.

Ruan Qingai walked over and said hello, "Brother Luohen, what's the matter with me?"

Luohen just gave the order to the servant beside him with his eyes, and the servant threw the basket to the ground.

A big fat fish jumped out of the basket.

Ruan Qingai looked at it in surprise and raised her eyes and asked, "This?"

Luohen said suddenly, "You should know where the kitchen is? I don't know if I can take you there."

Ruan Qingai asked with a choke, "You always ask me to come over and ask me to cook fish for you?"

Luohen asked with a humming voice, "What? Do you have any opinions?"

"Uh..." Ruan Qingai touched her nose, "Why do I feel like I was insulted?"

Somewhat unhappy looks.

"Hmph." Luohen whispered, "Do you cook?"

"What would happen if I didn't cook?"

"No, I'll be in a bad mood."

"..." This young master was used to being a lot when he was a child. I heard that all the ministers in the court had to bend down to salute the young master, big and small. He didn't have much official position, just because the emperor valued it. Is it necessary to be so pretentious?

Luohen nodded, "Well. Since you have heard of it, what do you think of him?"

"What other ideas can I have? If he wants to penetrate the Central Plains, he must pass through my Bingjue City. If I break my Bingjue, I can enter the Central Plains to invade. He has made harsh words. What other ideas can I have about him? Isn't it just a wolf's ambition?"
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