Manager Zhao's face was also stern.

"General Qiu," he said, "What do you mean?"

It would be fine if it was an ordinary person, but General Qiu had just returned to Beijing and won a big victory. It was the hottest time, and all officials were flattering. Manager Zhao was just a small servant in Prince Duan's mansion, so he naturally did not dare to compete with such a general in charge of military power, so he had to bow his head.

But the general's words made him unable to understand.

Which one is singing on this stage?

His hands tightened unconsciously, swallowed, and gave him a little smile.

"General Qiu," he said, "You are afraid you will be wrong. Your Highness Duan is just going to entertain guests. I want to ask Fu Xiao to dance to the song..."

"No matter how expensive this Fuxiao is, it's okay to dance, right?" Manager Zhao said with a smile, "I will send someone back to you after the banquet."

This is obviously a step back.

Among the five beauty of the Nanfeng Pavilion, the stroking of the Xiaoxiao is particularly famous for dancing. In "Flowers Appreciation - Baojian", he is known as the flying swallow on his palm, and praises his light figure and agile dance steps.

But after hearing what Manager Zhao said, Fu Xiao's face was not only not good-looking, but instead became more and more sad.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and those who can enjoy the banquet with King Duan are basically royal relatives who do not respect much like him. The rich young man, even if he is not hurt, is never an easy task to be teased by others.

But if you don't go...

The people in Prince Duan’s mansion have already said that they will definitely send him back. If they refuse, wouldn’t they cause trouble for their father?

Fu Xiao bit her lip, and her goose yellow clothes made her face look whiter as snowy. After hesitating, she couldn't bear to see Kou Qiu in a dilemma. She stepped out from behind Han Ping and said tremblingly: "Dad, Fu Xiao is willing to go."

Han Ping said: "You——"

"Don't go."

The man suddenly cut off his words.

Now, everyone's eyes were gathered on General Qiu. The general stood tall and his hands were still following Kou Qiu along the hair, and he repeated it lightly, "He won't go."

Manager Zhao's eyes almost popped out of his socket.

“No—you—”

He held it in for half a day but couldn't say anything anymore, so he had to widen his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

After all, I will definitely return the person, why don’t I let him go?

What exactly is this going to do?

"He also called me dad," Faced with such a burning gaze, Qiu Lie remained calm, "or is His Royal Highness Duan already has this qualification to let my dog ​​dance for him?"

When this sentence came out, the scene was silent.

After a while, Fu Xiao said in a trembling voice: "...what?"

When did he become General Qiu’s son?

Manager Zhao was also stunned by the word "dog son" and couldn't help blurting out, "This is just a young man!"

To put it bluntly, it is a seller. Even if he is the best in the world, he is just a thing after all. He is just a joke and is used to make fun of it. How can such a high-ranking and powerful person who is eager to recognize the young man as his son?

"No obstacle," Qiu Lie's expression did not change, "I just shouted with my wife."

......

Manager Zhao swallowed, and suddenly he didn't want to ask who his wife was.

But if he didn't ask, General Qiu still wanted to say it. His hand tightly wrapped around the waist of the boss of Nanfeng Pavilion, and he insisted on answering questions and answering questions for Manager Zhao, "This is my wife."

Manager Zhao's eyes turned dark and his body was trembling.

Where is this with?

General Qiu asked again: "Manager Zhao, do you still have to insist on taking my son away?"

OK! It's all my son!

Even if he lent to Manager Zhao eighteen courage, he would not dare to argue with Qiu Lie so blatantly. Therefore, he had to wipe the cold sweat while smirking: "No, no. General, please, I will take a step back first."

He pulled away and walked away with a few strong servants. Qiu Lie kept looking at his back and disappeared at the end of the street. Then he turned around and said lightly: "It's nothing."

A group of young men stared at him in amazement.

no......

All of this...

What development?

Why did they have another father with high power?

Only Han Ping was skillful and immediately knelt down on both knees and kowtowed to the man without saying a word. He called his father so earnestly, as if he could pinch out wet water from inside, and his throat was choking.

"father!"

The others hurriedly knelt down, hula a large area, saluting Qiu Lie, and his expression was like worshiping Buddha, shouting in unison: "Dad!"

General Qiu nodded lightly, and the system boy watched him suddenly become so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

"Two fathers," the young prostitutes rushed up flatteringly, "Are you having tea? The cup of maple dew tea I made before has tasted delicious. I will bring it to you two elders now. Please sit in there!"

They surrounded the two of them into the hall, each serving them in front of the horse, holding copper basins and mung beans to help the man wash his hands, and serving tea and melon seeds, for fear that the huge golden Buddha would fall into someone else's house.

While Qiu Lie was not caring, Han Ping couldn't help but exclaim: "Dad, you are so married."

This is a very pure gold thigh!

Kou Qiu: "..."

marry?

"Not to mention that he has to spend 3,000 taels of gold to redeem you," Han Ping said, "Even if we give him 3,000 taels, it is very cost-effective."

Old Cadre Kou suddenly shivered, and looked at the brilliance in his eyes at the moment, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

These kids are planning to sell their father for honor, right?

General Qiu seemed to be extremely satisfied with the group of sons who suddenly appeared. He nodded calmly and placed another purse in his arms on the table, concise and concise.

"New Year's money."

Tenglong's eyes were straight, and he tentatively picked up a handful, heavy.

When I opened it again, there were not only a whole piece of untold silver, but also a silver note, about five or six hundred taels. The young men's eyes lit up. When they looked at Qiu Lie, their eyes couldn't help but become even hotter, as if they saw the god descending to earth, shouting at him one by one, and they were extremely attentive.

In the end, it seemed like it was difficult to distinguish, and the title changed. The general was called the eldest father, while Kou Qiu was the young father.

Kou Qiu once protested against the word "small", but the young prostitutes in Nanfeng Pavilion were quite polite, "It's just small."

Old Cadre Kou: "..."

I'm not, I don't!

Don’t talk nonsense, you have to rely on evidence to speak in everything!

A few young men were joking and joking, pushing me and I pushing you. In the end, they still had a bottle with their teeth and went out of the row. After hesitating for a while, a light red color appeared on Yubai's face and said, "Dad, you forgot that when you were lying in bed but not waking up for three days, we wiped you."

Fu Xiao also blushed and added, "If you don't say anything, just look at the flute, we are also experts. Just look at this figure, Dad's flute, one can match you two..."

Old Cadre Kou felt that his pure heart had been defiled.

Seeing his expression, Han Ping hurriedly comforted him, "But nothing is wrong. Although Dad's big one is big, it doesn't work!"

Old Cadre Kou: "..."

Not comforted at all.

After all, whether his care is effective or not has something to do with me...

It was getting late until it was getting late, and Kou Qiu sent the man out of the hall. General Qiu stood in front of the hall, raised his chin, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go back with me?"

Before Kou Qiu could answer, the young prostitutes behind him couldn't wait to speak for him.

"I want it!"

"Dad, he must be going back with you, how can he stay here?"

Among them, Han Ping was the most obedient. I didn’t know when I went upstairs. After coming back, I yelled and said, “Dad, it seems that the key to the door of your room was lost and it won’t be opened for a while. It seems too late. Why don’t you follow Dad to sleep with the General’s Mansion for a night first?”

Old Cadre Kou looked at them quietly and calmly pointed out: "There are still available rooms in the museum."

"But there is no empty quilt anymore," Tunlong sold his father's heart to seek honor was extremely firm, and he refused, "You can't sleep here."

Kou Qiu felt like he was a fake boss.

When he got on the horse, Tunlong took advantage of the fact that others were not caring, gritted his teeth and whispered three words in Kou Qiu's ear: "Hurry up and sleep."

Kou Qiu: "..."

No, who sleeps with whom?

He was surrounded by the cubs and got on the horse. A group of young men stood outside the door, waving their handkerchiefs happily at him, as if he hoped that he would stay there for two more days, and that it would be better to wrap the thighs with this thick golden thigh. Kou Qiu looked at their figures and was speechless for a moment.

Ho. People.

What this bourgeoisie teaches is so superficial!

There is no great morale that a socialist successor should have!

This is the second time Kou Qiu has been sold to the General's Mansion.

The difference is that the first time he sold himself in, and the second time his boys worked together to sell him in.

It sounds ridiculous, it is all because of a golden thigh.

The expensive Kou Qiu sat in the room, and a rabbit stepped into the wolf's den with a helpless step.

[It's okay, it's okay,] The system cheered him up, [If your dad and husband don't do it, don't hesitate, you'll just go up!]
To be continued...