Chapter 1092： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (6)

Today is Wang Bao's big day. If you can be regarded by the noble, even if you are a follower, you can fly to Huang Tengda in the future ...

Compared with his own son, this Pan Jinlian's affairs are small, and she must not leave a bad impression on the nobles.

Mrs. Wang's mind turned sharply, and she winked at the close-fitting lady next to her. She covered her lips with a handkerchief and coughed again, and pinched her chin.

The mother-in-law followed Mrs. Wang for decades, and she was most proficient at knowing things and knowing something about today's affairs. When she looked at Mrs. Wang, she knew what to do now.

"Oh, my Jinlian, why don't you think about it so much? If you have something to do with it, I don't know why our royal palace treats you badly." The mother walked over to explore Xia Qiu's breath first, and then she cried and cried. With.

The pale and dry lips hooked, Xia Qiu reached out and grabbed the wife's sleeve.

The white face was stained with blood. At this time, she smiled so much that she looked very embarrassed and scared the woman, sitting on the ground with her buttocks.

"Jin ... Jin Lian, you ... what are you doing ..." The teeth trembled and couldn't even talk.

"Mrs. Zhang, mother-in-law, Jin Lian asked nothing, but only returned Jin Lian's deed for sale. Jin Lian and the Wang family signed a deed of death, and now the Wang family confers Jin Lian to the officials of Wu Da, but the slave deed is not removed. Future generations will also become slaves. "

"Jin Lian does not mind, it is the officer of Wu Da, good good people, but the descendants are enslaved by Jin Lian ..."

"Anyway, good Jinlian, I don't ..." Wu Dalang stood outside the crowd, and when Xia Qiu said so, he immediately moved forward, Baba responded.

It's just that Xia Qiu will let him finish his words, and before he finishes, she twists her head, and already wants to hit the wall again.

Wu Dalang was white again at the moment, and the words were slammed in his throat. The woman Zhang was holding on to the ground and moving backwards, and she closed her eyes in fright, as if she was afraid of Xia Qiu's smashing and bleeding. Look.

"Well, there's something to say, parents who are skin-skinned, why is this a trivial matter?" Mrs. Wang smiled strongly, her nails had been locked into her hands.

As a slave of Jian nationality, as long as the slave is in her hand, she wants to rectify if she doesn't want to rectify.

"Mrs .... Jin Lian thanked you for your great grace." Xia Qiu climbed up the pole, thanked everyone in front of him, and looked at Wu Dalang again.

"Oh oh." Wu Dalang awakened like a dream party, and immediately ordered to go to Mrs. Wang.

Originally, I wanted to respond first, and then dragged on. Now Wu Dalang stood in front of him like this, looking at himself with that ugly face, and Mrs. Wang responded for a while.

"Get it, Mrs. Zhang, go to my make-up box and get her selling deed." Don't look away, Madam Wang frowned.

"Yes, ma'am." Mrs. Zhang immediately got up from the ground, and hurriedly ran into the house.

Not long after, she held a stack of yellow paper in her hand, came out of the back door, and looked at Mrs. Wang.

"Give him to him." This is the end of the matter, and secretly hate it, but Mrs. Wang has decided to discuss the matter from the long-term, first to pass the matter before you.

Wu Dalang took the yellow paper and looked into his arms without looking.

"Army officer, come and help me." Xia Qiu interrupted him.

Wu Dalang came over and reached out to help Xia Qiu. Xia Qiu took the yellow paper from his hand and opened it.