The little fat man's condition should be due to his pain and sensational nerves. If he is not dead, most of them will die.

I heard that if you practice horizontal martial arts such as iron sand palms, you should apply a kind of ancestral medicinal wine after practicing the palms to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, otherwise your palms will be destroyed. Gongsun obviously also has a secret recipe. This is also the transformation from sword style to sword strike in her mouth.

In the past, I practiced swords, but later I fencing.

Therefore, Gongsun wanted to burn his pain and nerves to death. When he fencing back, some skin trauma that was not tight would no longer affect him.

The little fat man slept for three days. He opened his eyes with grinning, facing two beautiful faces. On the left is Ah Mother and on the right is Master. No, Sister Gongsun.

"What do you think?" The loving mother spoke first.

"It's not itchy anymore." The little fat man grinned. Then he realized that from top to bottom, he was wrapping like a rice dumpling.

Gongsun on the right side, after taking the pulse carefully, he also felt relieved: "Madam, please be relieved, I am not at ease."

The little fat man obviously understood: "Mother, I'm fine. Sister Gongsun is for my own good, so mother should not blame me."

"It's known to my mother." The mother held back the tears and gently turned her head. She couldn't help but feel pain in her mother. The mother and son depended on each other for life, and now there will be improvement in life. How can the mother be hit again?

In the mother's heart, it doesn't matter whether the fat man is a genius or a kirin boy. Peace is the greatest happiness.

However, when you are born in troubled times and have no unique skills to be with you, where can you come from peace and happiness?

Hearing that the little fat man was ill, brothers from the clan came to visit him one after another. Several clan uncles and even the old clan leader came.

Everyone was surprised to see a strange female companion sitting upright beside their mother. After asking, they found out that it was Liu Bei's mentor. They also said that the two were siblings. Anyway, the fat man would be fine if he had nothing to do.

The Liu clan in Lousang Village has long regarded the fat man as the greatest hope for achieving the great cause of re-titling. What's more, Liu Bei's vow to heaven that day, he would be re-titled sooner or later. Such a Qilin son, the young and old in the clan, regarded it as a treasure, and there would be no mistake at all.

I heard that it was for fencing, so the old patriarch felt at ease.

The old patriarch seems to have heard of it in the sword path!

After hearing the old patriarch's words, everyone dispersed one after another.

Everyone was relieved. But the fat man knew his own hardship.

The body is scabbed and cannot move lightly. At the least, it will collapse, and at the worst, it will die. Let the mother use tigers and Xingqing to pick up shit and urine every day. The fat man couldn't bear it. He could move a little, so he stood up straight, got out of bed, and moved to the backyard step by step.

My mother was also tired and slept deeply. She was not surprised. Gongsun was in the front yard room again, but she didn't notice it.

The toilet light is on.

Female assassin with sleeves, leggings, black scarf masked, and night clothes, holding a cold knife in his hand, and frosted face: "If you want to kill, cut, or stab to death with one sword?"

The little fat man who really dared not move around rolled his eyes slightly: "You are also an expert in knives, how can you not know?" Besides, are you sure you can beat him?

"Of course it's different." The female assassin was still angry: "Sister, I'm sleeping when I take medicine and then perform this numbing technique. How could I be beaten into a dead fish like you?"

"..." The little fat man who really couldn't turn over was speechless: "Give up."

After finally moving to the toilet, I found that my bound hands and feet were completely out of control.

"Or..." The sound from behind made the two people in the cottage stunned.

Fortunately, the fat man was young and treated him as a female assassin whom he was younger. After thinking about it carefully, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Without waiting for the fat man to agree, he leaned forward.

"It's still me..." The young bird tightened and was sure to win.

After urinating, the worrying thing never happened.

Fortunately!

What a blessing...

You don't even look at how old you are, okay?

He still shook as he was about to come, and then he sent the chicks into the nest.

"...Thank you." Now that things have come to this point, the little fat man has nothing to say. Alas, is this the legendary power of holding a chicken?

"By the way, you said you were re-election last time. I asked, it's feasible." After tidying up the clothes for the little fat man, the female assassin said again: "My father knows some friends in the palace."

"Eunuch Party?" the fat man blurted out.

The female assassin laughed: "You are just sharp-tongued. The eunuch is a eunuch, so he must be called a eunuch."

"Anyway, it's the same." The little fat man realized that the eunuch party was not the current name. This title was placed in the Ming Dynasty.

"It's just that you are too young. If you want to get a re-election, you need a bribe..."

Has the sale of official positions and titles started?

By the way, selling official positions and titles has a long history. It was not created by the Han Dynasty.

It can be traced back to the Qin Dynasty. According to the "Records of the Grand Historian: The Basic Annals of Qin Shihuang", in the fourth year of Qin Shihuang, "locusts came from the east to block the sky, and the world was infected; the people took a thousand stones of grain and paid a title to one level." That is to say, every thousand stones of grain paid, the people could be awarded a first-class title, and the court could use the title to sell titles to provide disaster relief. During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, due to years of wars against the outside world, the national treasury was empty, and the court decided to pay money and grain to obtain official titles or atone for sins. After the Qin and Han Dynasties, if a financial crisis occurred, some dynasties would also generate income by selling official titles.

I just don’t know how much a marquis of Tinghou can be used for?

"There is no hurry to do this." The fat man didn't want to take the team so early. He shot the first bird and the name of Qilin's son spread like wildfire. If he had any trouble, he was afraid that he would have more trouble! I won't talk about these things before he didn't have enough ability to protect himself and his mother!

You will be re-elected sooner or later. You will not be in a hurry.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the female assassin did not force himself: "That's the case, I'll go back first. You can recover from your injuries."

"No." The breeze blew, and he was the only one left in the cottage.

It's hard to stretch your feet, but the pedals are not strong enough.

"I owe me another tank of clean water ahhh..."

In June of the tenth year of Yanxi, the reign of the first year of Yongkang was changed.

The fat man, who had lost all blood scabs, could finally get out of bed. It was like a python shed his skin, leaving no scars all over his body. To be honest, these lost "skills" of the ancients were indeed wonderful.

"Come on." Fang Hao yesterday, Japan wanted to be lazy today, but unexpectedly, Gongsun, who regarded the fat man's family as his family, was blocked in front of the couch early in the morning. The broad sword, one on the right and one on the left, was placed next to the couch.

Holding his hands together, the aura of aura suddenly made Gongsun, who was known as the best sword, lit up his beautiful eyes.

"Come on!" A low shout, and the right sword roared out!

My mother, who was busy in the kitchen, smiled and couldn't help but hum a song...

In this era of many heroes, Qilin's son, who carries the fate of the entire clan, is absolutely unable to steal a trace of laziness.

Not to mention having half a day of free time in the air.

The schedule should be full and full.

I recite and read, draw a bow and practice swords. I have to ride a horse and walk around the morning and evening. I always have to eat some strange organs every now and then.

Whenever I think about coming, it is rare that the night talk with the female assassin’s that only belongs to him!

The only good news is that Zhang Xiaopang is well.

The little fat Zhang family, who had sucked the whole golden bear gall, walked and walked like a bell, and his whole body was so dark that it shone brightly.

My throat was lit.
Chapter completed!