Those who drink high and live far away will arrange for stays. If they are still sane or live close, the Xun Mansion will arrange for people to send them home.

There are also some people who are picked up by their families.

For example, pray for good.

Before Qi Miao got close, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body and said worriedly: "Why did my father drink so much wine today?"

Qi Shan's cheeks were filled with wine: "College-in-law advised him to drink."

Qi Miao took out a wine pill in the drawer of the car.

Although literary scholars can use literary energy to relieve alcohol, this process is not wonderful and will also bring certain burden to the body.

Qi Shan took warm water and took it to his stomach.

He pressed his swollen temple to relieve the discomfort of drunkenness. He listened to the sound of the wheels of the carriage in his ears, and then he remembered something: "Jun Qiao, Zheng Xiuchi is gone."

Zheng Xiuchi is the supervisor of the censor Zheng Yu.

Qi Miao suddenly opened her eyes wide, shocked and unbelievable.

"Ah Father——"

"In a few days, news will come to the court."

Zheng Yu died for the sake of justice, so his treatment naturally could not be too bad. Not only could he not be too bad, but he also had to give him a generous reward. It is not impossible to treat his family well, and posthumously posthumously. But these are not very meaningful to a dead person. Qi Shan knows this very clearly.

Qi Miao seems to have not yet come back to his senses.

Her lips moved: "But, my daughter had met him before, why did she get so quickly - who hurt him?"

Qi Shan let out a breath of turbid air, and supported the seat cushion with both hands to adjust his posture: "The hidden stakes in Beimo are to kill people to silence them."

Qi Miao worked hard to digest the news.

The light in the car was not very bright, and the candlelight illuminated half of her Furong face, while the other half was hidden in darkness: "But he is a good person."

Qi Shan: "Good people will not live long in this world."

Qi Miao tried her best to restrain her emotions, her voice suppressed and endured, as if the flood was about to be discharged, or perhaps the camel that was about to be crushed, she trembled: "But that was before! Before--"

"The 'before' you said was only five years ago. Whether it was the past or the present, as long as the world is not a voice, it would be no different. If there are different voices, there will be opposing contradictions. From verbal battles to life and death, people always repeat the same lesson. Beimo's wolf ambition has not been a year or two, and rebellion is expected."

"The 'now' you are in is just because you are in Kangguo. If you walk out, there will be a ruthless prison everywhere."

"Jun Qiao, good people will not live long in this world."

"The disaster is true for thousands of years."

He was able to survive until now because he took off his conscience.

On the way home, Qi Miao remained silent all the time.

Just when she helped Qi Shan get out of the car, she suddenly asked, "Why did Ah Father suddenly talk about these things to her daughter?"

Qi Shan laughed at himself: "I am old and I like to nag."

If he could, he also hoped that Qi Miao would always be pure and kind, clean, as pure as snow, and not to touch any stains. However, he did not have this ability and Kang Guo did not have this condition.

They can only win and not lose in this battle with Beimo.

Once you win, it will be difficult to stop.

Because neighbors will be afraid, they may use surrender to exchange for living space, or they may use joint means to take the initiative, take the initiative, and forcibly cut off Kang Guo's progress.

No matter which one it is, the control is not in Kangguo.

Similarly, the initiative in war is the same.

How far have you hit?

When to stop?

Even if you pray for good, you cannot predict it.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Qi Shan saw more than a dozen pairs of green eyes on the roof. One of the owners jumped from the eaves to the rockery, and finally landed on the ground, gently rubbing Qi Shan's feet. He bent down and picked up the elderly cat.

My low mood improved a lot.

"Su Shang is in a good mood today."

From Xiaocheng to Fengluo, Su Shang also grew from a newborn baby cat to an old cat. Since he got older, he has become less and less likely to move. He likes to lie on the roof to bask in the sun every day, and does not move. He only goes to eat when he is hungry. Now he can catch up with mice, but he fails three or five times ten times, and his teeth are a little worn, so Qi Shan does not allow it to catch mice again.

Let the kitchen prepare soft meat for it every day.

In addition, there is its favorite snack.

It is also because I am older and I have been sticking to praying for good deeds less and less. It is rare to post actively like today.

"Oh, you can't be so lazy, just move more."

Qi Shan scratched its chin.

Su Shang relaxed his limbs comfortably in his arms, and made a sound of enjoyment in his throat. Some of the cats and grandchildren on the eaves gathered over, some chased and played, and some remained motionless. Qi Shan asked Su Shang's back kitchen how much food he had eaten today, and his heart was deep.

"Please stay with me for a few more years."

Qi Shan hugged Su Shang and whispered.

Su Shang stretched out and the cat's claws bloomed.

Qi Shan slept particularly uneasy this night. The situation in his dream was messy and mixed, and faces, either familiar or unfamiliar, flashed in front of his eyes. When he woke up tired, there was a kitten next to his pillow with just opened his eyes and still glowing blue light.

"How did you come?"

Su Shang meowed, held the back of the kitten's neck in his mouth, climbed onto Qishan's bed, and placed it on the piled bedding.

As if saying-

Look, this is the most similar child to me.

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Chapter completed!