Chapter 186： Pit dead horse with caution (8)

Chapter 186 Punish a dead horse with caution (8)

Ma Jinyan is too lazy to care about the life and death of this kind of magic stick. At this point, Yang Daxian is no longer of any use value. Even if he insists on letting him give Ningxi the fate of reincarnating a lucky star... No, I can't wait until that day, He will be silenced by King Yinjun.

Fortunately, I had already reserved my last move.

Ma Jinyan moved his eyelids lightly: "You are also stupid. Those people kept torturing you, but they didn't kill you, which means that he didn't intend to kill you at all. He just wanted to force you to run to I am here, so they will be sure that I am behind the scenes."

Where did Yang Daxian never think about this? He is not a fool. But he really can't help it, being tortured is also very painful! Yang Daxian cleared his throat: "It's as if they don't know that you are behind the scenes."

"Knowing is one thing, having evidence is another. Well, you can't stay here anymore. Wait for a while when there are fewer people, and I'll send you out of the mansion. If you don't want to be troubled by Prince Yin, I advise you You, the farther away from the capital the better, never come back!"

Yang Daxian was led out by Ma Jingyan's boy. It was just after dinner time and there were many people on the road. The boy arranged Yang Daxian in the small firewood room closest to the backyard. Yang Daxian pursed his lips: "When you ask me for something, you are like a bastard. Now that I don't need you, just kick me away, son of a bitch!"

Seeing him scolding so badly, the boy really wanted to rush up and slap him a few times.

Yang Daxian found a stool and sat down: "What are you doing there? Your grandpa Yang hasn't eaten, so hurry up and order some good wine and food!"

The little servant spat and went reluctantly.

Yang Daxian picked his teeth: "Think I'm not capable? I tell you, I'm capable. That Ma Ningyue, I can see that he is a man of great fortune. You can't kill you!"

crunch—

The door was pushed open.

The one who came in was not the black-headed boy just now, but a white, handsome and temperamental young man with a bright smile on his face: "Mystery, I kept you waiting for a long time. Your meal."

Yang Daxian glanced at it, good guy! Roast goose, beggar chicken, fried large intestine with green onion, boiled fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, hot and sour potato shreds, cold lettuce, chicken soup with mushroom and cordyceps, this is the rhythm of ancestor worship!

"Finally a sensible person came." Yang Daxian snorted and asked the boy to put the food on the table.

The young man arranged the food and poured the wine, and said with a pleasant smile, "Use it slowly. If it doesn't suit your appetite, our master has told us to cook another table for you."

This is justified! Yang Daxian was very useful and rewarded him with a small silver nude.

The young man accepted it with a smile on his face, and made several bows before exiting the firewood room. As soon as he came out, he suppressed his flattering smile, kicked the boy who fell in the grass, touched the human skin mask on his face, and walked away. Calculating the time, it may take half an hour for the medicine to take effect. Until then, there is something you can do.

In the small kitchen of the Millennium Courtyard, Luzhu is cooking noodles. The young master loves noodles and usually does not eat them with Lin Yonghe and Ning Xi. Suddenly there was the sound of a crock pot breaking outside. Was it another blind eye who broke something? Tell her to find out, and her monthly money will be deducted!

Lu Zhu walked out wiping her hands.

A shadow flashed into the room, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, pulled out the cork, and poured it into the noodles. Originally, he only planned to pour a drop or two, but his hands slipped and he poured most of it.

(end of this chapter)