The three cobblers are even better than Zhuge Liang in their fight.

Zhong Qingye sat beside his bed with a concentric look on his face, and then stood aside like a piece of wood, staring at Yan Zi, with a black line on his head.

Through the hazy green gauze, you can go to the crowds coming and going outside. Four stoves and an incense cauldron were lit in the room, turning the cold March of winter into an autumn tiger. Zhong Qingye sat on the soft bed, allowing Feng Jin to take the so-called pulse for himself, while crying to calculate how much money he had lost this time.

The more I calculated, the more I wanted to go crazy, and the more I wanted to kill people, Zhong Qingye looked nervous and sad.

After about half a cup of tea, Feng Jin finally stopped his hand and handed the steaming towel on his face with a very stingy leg. Feng Jin thanked him politely, took it to wipe his hands, and then said to her: "Qing'er..."

"Shut up!" Before he could say anything, Zhong Qingye roared out, and Yan Zi was so scared that he shivered.

"What Qing'er Hong'er, you'd better never mention this messy name!" Zhong Qingye leaned on the cushion very uneducatedly, and his slender fingers almost poked Feng Jin's straight and straight nose.

Feng Jin nodded with a very good temper, and was so gentlemanly: "What do I call you?"

"You don't need a name." Zhong Qingye narrowed his fingers: "I'll ask you and answer, and you don't need to mess with the extra words."

Feng Jin nodded again, and his smile did not change at all: "Okay, what do you want to know?"

“Where is this?”

"Beijingyang City, Beijing, Zhong Family Mansion."

“When?”

"The sixth year of Tianxiangli in the Northern Qi Dynasty, the ninth day of the second month."

"World pattern?"

"The Northern Qi, Eastern Shang and Southern Song dynasties were formed together."

"The person in charge, the power is distributed?"

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Yan Zi was stunned and said the two people who were fluent in the face, and they had no idea what to react for a moment. They turned around dumbly, and a group of people stood at the door with different expressions, not stepping in at all.

After finally waiting for Zhong Qingye to finish asking questions, Feng Jin also gave him a cup of jasmine warm tea with great considerateness. Unfortunately, someone didn't know how to be grateful at all, so he slapped it aside.

"Don't you like this smell?" He took the handkerchief that Yan Zi handed over with fear and slowly wiped the legs of his trousers wet with tea.

Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

How did she know what was in the water? Besides, the person in front of her was perfect and abnormal, and her attitude towards people was extremely friendly. Who knew what he was calculating in his heart, so it would be better to be vigilant for safety reasons.

Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes and leaned against the quilt and closed his eyes to rest. According to the information from the "encyclopedia" just now, this was not the same world as what she knew. At least in her pitiful historical knowledge, there was no situation where the Southern Song Dynasty, Northern Qi and Eastern Shang Dynasty coexisted.

However, this is not ruled out because she has never paid attention to history. In Zhong Qingye's world, only saving lives and making money are the most important. All history and learning are not ranked. In her eyes, those messy history are collectively called ancient times, and the people there are collectively called ancient people. Anyway, they are already dead. What else can be studied? Profiting money is the bottom line.

However, if she could have expected that she would join the ranks of these ancients one day, she would have been afraid that even if she was not interested, she would have chewed out the astringent and bitter ancient books.

Things in the world are unpredictable, who knows she will be so unlucky?

Oh, I feel sorry for that much wealth and money!

Mo. Li is actually a sensitive word, I was dizzy...

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Chapter completed!