"Xiaguan was born as an orphan in Yangzhou, and thanks to the support of the young master, he is where he is today." The words in his mouth showed a hint of Yangzhou accent.

Jia Rong stared at Kou Zhong for a while and found no problem, then nodded.

"What do you want your young master to say?"

"I have a small matter to tell you." Kou Zhong said as he took out a porcelain vase and placed it on the table.

When Jia Rong saw it, his face changed, "How could I do this? How could I do it?"

Kou Zhong laughed, poured some liquid from the porcelain bottle, poured it into the tea cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"Don't get me wrong, uncle. This is not poison or tonic. It's just that after drinking it, you will feel anxious and want to curse others. Just take it back and put it quietly in the soup of that person's meal. After eating it, you will have some fun.

reason.

"After eating it, will you want to curse people more? Wouldn't that mean I'm unlucky?" Jia Rong became even more confused.

This Jia Zhen has a hobby, which is to humiliate Jia Rong in various ways.

Jia Rong just didn't want to be humiliated like this by Jia Zhen, so she asked Chen Zhao to find a way.

"The uncle is a little impatient. If you want something to go smoothly and not make people suspicious, you have to do it slowly."

"In that case, I will listen to you. But what do you want me to do after the matter is completed? I don't believe that your young master will draw a sword to help when there is injustice, right?" Jia Rong took the porcelain bottle into his arms and asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!