Chapter 64
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According to the memory of the reborn daughter's previous life, Huan Qingyan promoted some capable servants to fill the gap in the management.
After some deployment, until late at night, Mrs. Huan went to rest early. She was busy alone, but she didn't feel tired. Now she's relieved when she's tired. It's worth it
The East is white.
***
This is one of the most luxurious post houses outside the imperial palace of chuiyun Empire, Nianhua hall.
The general post house is usually used to receive guests of honor, but this post house has never been opened. It is in a brand-new state and is used for the first time.
Just before dawn, Mo Si returned to the Nianhua hall.
"Report to the young master, Mo Si is back."
"Come in." The sound inside is cold and noble.
Mo Si went in. The young master was only wearing a white silk yarn middle coat and was practicing calligraphy. Only a hale and hearty figure was left for him.
"The ant colony outside the magic mansion has disappeared, and there is no one left..."
"Where have they all gone?"
"Scattered in all directions." Mo Si replied truthfully.
Scattered in all directions, he couldn't find any clue, so he came back to ask for orders and let the young Lord decide.
For a long time, Jimo Ya finished writing a big character and played with the pen in his hand. The pen looked simple and old. The pen was carved with fuzzy totem paintings. The hair on the tip of the pen was made of unknown materials. It was soft and full of power. There was no ink on the table, but the pen was full of ink. It looked not like a fake, "what was going on in the magic house last night?"
"The movement is not small. The eldest miss of the illusionist family learned the trick of concealing people, caught the evil servant, and secretly installed a small mechanism of blowing wind on the roof beam, which was frightening. It opened her eyes..." Mo Si suddenly deviated from the theme.
"So, your attention was attracted, and you didn't find out why the ant colony dispersed?"
"Well, that, young Lord! My subordinates only took a few eyes..."
Just then, suddenly someone came to report outside the door.
"Young master, in the early morning of this morning, Wu Shilang on East Street died in bed again. When he was found, there were a lot of signs of snake and mouse passing by, and Wu Shilang's heart was missing."
The pen in Jimo Ya's hand suddenly became smaller, turned into a finger and hid into his palm
"Come on, change your clothes, let's go and have a look."
***
After dealing with the slaves of the magic house and reorganizing the magic house, magic Qinyan didn't sleep all night. The next morning, he called all the shopkeepers who managed the shops outside to the magic house.
Fantasy family has a big business. There are many shops in Kyoto, all walks of life.
Huan Qingyan only left a few food stores. Despite the opposition of the public, all other industries let people hang up resale signs.
In previous lives, after the funeral ceremony of magic Beiming, family members gathered in the magic house and asked to enter the shops of the magic house to be in charge because the main shopkeepers were afraid of bullying the mother and son.
Nominally, he helped the magic house to manage money. In fact, he wantonly made money in his own pocket, and many shops were hollowed out.
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According to the memory of the reborn daughter's previous life, Huan Qingyan promoted some capable servants to fill the gap in the management.
After some deployment, until late at night, Mrs. Huan went to rest early. She was busy alone, but she didn't feel tired. Now she's relieved when she's tired. It's worth it
The East is white.
***
This is one of the most luxurious post houses outside the imperial palace of chuiyun Empire, Nianhua hall.
The general post house is usually used to receive guests of honor, but this post house has never been opened. It is in a brand-new state and is used for the first time.
Just before dawn, Mo Si returned to the Nianhua hall.
"Report to the young master, Mo Si is back."
"Come in." The sound inside is cold and noble.
Mo Si went in. The young master was only wearing a white silk yarn middle coat and was practicing calligraphy. Only a hale and hearty figure was left for him.
"The ant colony outside the magic mansion has disappeared, and there is no one left..."
"Where have they all gone?"
"Scattered in all directions." Mo Si replied truthfully.
Scattered in all directions, he couldn't find any clue, so he came back to ask for orders and let the young Lord decide.
For a long time, Jimo Ya finished writing a big character and played with the pen in his hand. The pen looked simple and old. The pen was carved with fuzzy totem paintings. The hair on the tip of the pen was made of unknown materials. It was soft and full of power. There was no ink on the table, but the pen was full of ink. It looked not like a fake, "what was going on in the magic house last night?"
"The movement is not small. The eldest miss of the illusionist family learned the trick of concealing people, caught the evil servant, and secretly installed a small mechanism of blowing wind on the roof beam, which was frightening. It opened her eyes..." Mo Si suddenly deviated from the theme.
"So, your attention was attracted, and you didn't find out why the ant colony dispersed?"
"Well, that, young Lord! My subordinates only took a few eyes..."
Just then, suddenly someone came to report outside the door.
"Young master, in the early morning of this morning, Wu Shilang on East Street died in bed again. When he was found, there were a lot of signs of snake and mouse passing by, and Wu Shilang's heart was missing."
The pen in Jimo Ya's hand suddenly became smaller, turned into a finger and hid into his palm
"Come on, change your clothes, let's go and have a look."
***
After dealing with the slaves of the magic house and reorganizing the magic house, magic Qinyan didn't sleep all night. The next morning, he called all the shopkeepers who managed the shops outside to the magic house.
Fantasy family has a big business. There are many shops in Kyoto, all walks of life.
Huan Qingyan only left a few food stores. Despite the opposition of the public, all other industries let people hang up resale signs.
In previous lives, after the funeral ceremony of magic Beiming, family members gathered in the magic house and asked to enter the shops of the magic house to be in charge because the main shopkeepers were afraid of bullying the mother and son.
Nominally, he helped the magic house to manage money. In fact, he wantonly made money in his own pocket, and many shops were hollowed out.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
According to the memory of the reborn daughter's previous life, Huan Qingyan promoted some capable servants to fill the gap in the management.After some deployment, until late at night, Mrs. Huan went to rest early. She was busy alone, but she didn't feel tired. Now she's relieved when she's tired. It's worth itThe East is white.***This is one of the most luxurious post houses outside the imperial palace of chuiyun Empire, Nianhua hall.The general post house is usually used to receive guests of honor, but this post house has never been opened. It is in a brand-new state and is used for the first time.Just before dawn, Mo Si returned to the Nianhua hall."Report to the young master, Mo Si is back.""Come in." The sound inside is cold and noble.Mo Si went in. The young master was only wearing a white silk yarn middle coat and was practicing calligraphy. Only a hale and hearty figure was left for him."The ant colony outside the magic mansion has disappeared, and there is no one left...""Where have they all gone?""Scattered in all directions." Mo Si replied truthfully.Scattered in all directions, he couldn't find any clue, so he came back to ask for orders and let the young Lord decide.For a long time, Jimo Ya finished writing a big character and played with the pen in his hand. The pen looked simple and old. The pen was carved with fuzzy totem paintings. The hair on the tip of the pen was made of unknown materials. It was soft and full of power. There was no ink on the table, but the pen was full of ink. It looked not like a fake, "what was going on in the magic house last night?""The movement is not small. The eldest miss of the illusionist family learned the trick of concealing people, caught the evil servant, and secretly installed a small mechanism of blowing wind on the roof beam, which was frightening. It opened her eyes..." Mo Si suddenly deviated from the theme."So, your attention was attracted, and you didn't find out why the ant colony dispersed?""Well, that, young Lord! My subordinates only took a few eyes..."Just then, suddenly someone came to report outside the door."Young master, in the early morning of this morning, Wu Shilang on East Street died in bed again. When he was found, there were a lot of signs of snake and mouse passing by, and Wu Shilang's heart was missing."The pen in Jimo Ya's hand suddenly became smaller, turned into a finger and hid into his palm"Come on, change your clothes, let's go and have a look."***After dealing with the slaves of the magic house and reorganizing the magic house, magic Qinyan didn't sleep all night. The next morning, he called all the shopkeepers who managed the shops outside to the magic house.Fantasy family has a big business. There are many shops in Kyoto, all walks of life.Huan Qingyan only left a few food stores. Despite the opposition of the public, all other industries let people hang up resale signs.In previous lives, after the funeral ceremony of magic Beiming, family members gathered in the magic house and asked to enter the shops of the magic house to be in charge because the main shopkeepers were afraid of bullying the mother and son.Nominally, he helped the magic house to manage money. In fact, he wantonly made money in his own pocket, and many shops were hollowed out.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
