Chapter 59 Jin Jian comes to the door
Zhao Pan feels that the sun is rising in the west today.
Although this evil wolf also had a condescending and unpleasant attitude when giving money.
But the benefits given to them are real.
Maybe you are in a good mood because you have been rewarded for your meritorious service?
This is a more reasonable guess that she can think of.
"No... no problem," Eugene Hua quickly replied, holding up the stack of banknotes carefully and putting them carefully into the shriveled purse, with a slightly hoarse voice:
"Don't worry, Dalang, the money will never be spent carelessly."
It doesn't matter if you spend some money randomly... Zhao Duan muttered in his heart.
But the change of character should not be too fast, so he just said "yes" with a cold expression.
Then he remembered something again and added:
"When I came back, I ordered a batch of rouge gouache at Rouge Studio. A waiter from the store will deliver it to your door for you to use."
Yanzhizhai... This is one of the largest gouache shops in Beijing. It is a century-old brand with high prices and delivery services.
The customers are usually ladies from Beijing.
Of course, it's only the circle of ladies.
The real royal nobles all have special small circles of channels to purchase, and the rouge they use is unbranded.
He also bought rouge and gouache... Zhao Pan's eyes were strange, he was highly vigilant, and his heart was pounding, and he couldn't hide his anticipation——
After all, I am at an age where I love beauty and cannot resist such temptation.
"Dalang..."
The circles under Eugene's eyes became even redder, and he covered his mouth with his hands, feeling so moved.
In my memory, this was the first time that her stepson gave her a gift.
Mr. Zhao was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the woman crying. He hurriedly filled his stomach, said "I'm full", turned around and went straight to the atrium to practice martial arts.
Play with the newly harvested precious flying knife.
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After meal.
Mother and daughter Eugene Flower arranged the silk cloth, returned to the girl's boudoir, and reapplied the wound medicine.
Zhao Pan lay on the bed, hugging the embroidered pillow with his hands, feeling his mother's hands caressing his back, and was puzzled: "Mother, why did you say he changed his face today? Why did he change his face? What bad intentions do you have?”
Eugene Hua sat sideways on the edge of the bed. The skirt, which had been washed many times, had become tight and unfitting, and her beautiful flesh was ready to come out.
Hearing this, he gently patted Zhao Pan's buttocks with his hand and spat:
"What did you say? Why do you have bad intentions?"
pia...Zhao Pan pouted and said:
"What else? Look, it's just the weasel paying New Year's greetings to the chicken."
"Maybe my eldest brother treated you like that yesterday. He regretted it afterwards and wanted to make up for it." Eugene Hua used her own knowledge to find rationality for her stepson's abnormal behavior.
Zhao Pan retorted: "Hit him with a stick and give him a sweet date? Mom, you are just too good to him. If someone gives you a little smile, you will be so moved."
Eugene Hua remained silent, knowing that what his daughter said was probably right.
The beautiful woman sighed and said warmly: "Although your eldest brother has a bad temper, if outsiders come to bully, he will always target his own family. Wouldn't the military man put him in jail? He must also have given it to us. Take it out."
She has been trying to mend the relationship between her daughter and stepson, but with little success.
Zhao Pan said:
"He is doing it for his own sake, not for us. If you are happy with being nice to you today, I guarantee that you will be in a bad mood tomorrow. He will take back everything he gave you and even give you a stick." ”
The scars all over her body are the most powerful evidence.
Faced with the hard facts, Eugene was unable to refute.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door, and Zhao Duan's voice came from outside the door:
"Zhao Pan, please come out."
The mother and daughter in the room were horrified. Zhao Pan hurriedly got under the quilt and grabbed the dagger which had no practical effect and only provided psychological comfort.
Eugene Hua stood up hurriedly:
"Da Lang, my aunt is giving Pan'er medicine, it's inconvenient..."
"Apply medicine?" Zhao Duan's mocking voice came from across the door:
"How can I have a long memory without being beaten? Do you really think that if you pick up a tattered book I threw away and follow a person's example, you can start practicing? Become a martial artist? You are so stupid.
When I am completely exhausted through training, my blood energy blocks my meridians, and I am paralyzed at home, I will have nothing to do with myself for the rest of my life. "
inside the house.
Zhao Pan's face turned red with anger when he heard the ridicule, but when he heard the next sentence, he was stunned. She had the clearest perception of her physical condition. She had felt that after being beaten before, her whole body felt relaxed and light, and she mistakenly thought that she was successful in martial arts.
Now listening to Zhao Duan's words, it seems that she was wrong.
"Paralyzed?" Eugene Hua was so frightened that her face turned pale, "Pan'er will be paralyzed?"
"Oh, it was possible before." Outside the door, Zhao Duan took something out of his arms and placed it on the ground:
"If you want to keep fit in the future, use this to practice. If you continue to hold on to my broken book and don't let go, I'll beat you every time I see you."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Eugene Hua was stunned for a few breaths, then hurriedly opened the door and looked around, but Zhao Duan was nowhere to be seen.
"Mom, what did he leave behind?" Zhao Pan was wrapped in a small quilt and did not dare to go to the ground because he had no clothes. He stretched his neck and asked.
I saw Eugene Hua holding two things and returning to the house in a daze.
Zhao Pan took a closer look and saw that it was also a martial arts classic called "The Jade Heart Sutra", which seemed to be a method specifically suitable for women to strengthen their bodies.
The other was a pitch-black jar with the words "Shenlong Temple" wrapped around it. It was clearly a precious medicine for martial arts practitioners.
Zhao Pan was stunned, his eyes like autumn water looked in the direction where his elder brother left, bit his lips, and suddenly felt a little shaken:
"Has he...really changed?"
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other side.
Zhao Duan returned to his room and opened the door. There was a bathtub filled with warm water.
This was what he had just ordered his servants to prepare. He had been busy all day and night, and his whole body was sticky and dirty.
At this moment, he stripped off his clothes, jumped into the tub, put his arms on the edge of the tub, felt the warm water soaking in, and sighed comfortably.
"The initial reshaping of the personality at home is completed..."
"Well, according to my experience during this period, the correct way to use the character is to become good in front of friendly units and maintain a bad reputation to the outside world, so as to maximize the benefits."
"Taking down the Minister of Justice... It's hard to do. I have no idea... Well, there is no perfect way. Let's think about it tomorrow."
Zhao Duan's thoughts drifted away, and his eyes fell on the crisscrossing beams above his head.
Suddenly, the air on the beam was slightly distorted, and a figure slowly emerged:
Wearing a black priest's robe with gold threads, slightly curly black hair, pale skin, and a mysterious temperament, the "Zhu Dot Boy" Jin Jian Sitting on the beam, legs hanging down, boots dangling.
At this moment, the girl was looking directly below, Zhao Duan in the bathtub, her eyes focused little by little...
Zhao Duan: "...?"
Jin Jian: "...!"
There was a brief silence.
In the bathtub, there was a sudden splash of water, and Zhao Duan suddenly turned on the mosaic manually, his eyes widened:
"Priest Jin Jian?! Why are you in my room?"
The cute girl Jin Jian blinked her eyes and said in an ethereal voice: "I told you before that I will come to you when I'm done."
Zhao Duan opened his mouth: "When did you come here?"
Jin Jian answered every question: "When you went to the powder shop."
"..." Zhao Duan's head ran wildly out of a group of alpacas.
Therefore, Zhang Tianshi, this young apprentice, definitely has voyeurism!
It has been following him until now.
"Priest, you know, it is very inappropriate to enter a room without knocking." Zhao Duan sat in the bathtub and launched a serious protest.
Jin Jian thought about it and felt it made sense, with an apologetic expression:
"I'm sorry, then I'll go out and come in through the front door."
As he spoke, his posture drifted down.
"Wait a minute!" Zhao Duan hurriedly stopped him and said helplessly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
I've seen it all... If the servants in the family are alerted, there will be a lot of trouble.
Speaking of which, why is this girl so stupid...
"Okay." Jin Jian followed the good advice and sat back again.
Zhao Duan took a breath and asked in a deep voice: "May I ask the priest, how is the situation?"
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