Niu Fei Zai Xia

On the carriage, it is actually the general manager of the Qidu Neigong, the eunuch, Mo Shiren!

He is a big man who sneezes in the inner palace and the city gates also slag!

The surname of the ink pipe is changed by worshipping the son of Mo Shiren.

The South Gate Superintendent called the sound of suffering, but I couldn’t think of the big man’s rut.

A few gates of Nanchengmen pass through Qingshi Road. How did the big male carriage's carriage go here?

Subverted broken carriages and several horses, where can I move in the rush?

Seeing the carriage approaching, Sun Mendu’s forehead sweated.

Ink management was hurried to lay down the work of the hand, turned and yelled in the direction of the carriage: dry, baby is here. The carriage is tilting, blocking your old road, and the child is not filial!

Said, the ink tube thing all over the place worshipped on the ground, a tearful sad look.

The coachman is two veterans who are in their fifties. They see obstacles in front of them, and there are acquaintances in the ink tube. They also pull the reins with their hands and let the carriage stop slowly.

The movements between the two warriors were extremely simple and simple, and they did not bring a little wind.

Those who have higher temperament such as Qian Junzi can't see the true level of the two, and naturally far higher than the five-star repair.

Of course, the eunuch's general manager of Qidu Neigong is sitting in the car. Can only use these two guards to go out, obviously have absolute trust in their strength.

Mo Shiren opened the curtain to see, the female xing screamed the name of the ink tube thing: the outside, but the black mud?

Oh, this ink tube is darker, and the nickname is also ting. Wu Hao looked at an old **** from the car and picked up the curtain and glanced outside.

Mo Shiren, the inner palace general manager of the eunuch. Zong Zhilian once saw this abbot in the distance, and he was reminded to be impressed.

Is Li Liying's level guy? Wu Hao guessed in his heart.

She didn't take it seriously, but everyone around her was a move.

Oh no! Actually got such a big match? I can't think of the background of this **** is such a guy?

Qian Junzi and others are in the cold.

The ink pipe rushed to the bottom of the fart, screaming at the carriage window sweetly: dry, dry, it is the son who is waiting here.

Wu Hao secretly pouted, a goose bump.

If you say that the world's top snobbery and the top ten occupations of flattery, the **** must be among the top.

Among the people, the most accustomed to this situation is Zong Zhilian.

He was born in the emperor's family from a young age. Although he did not experience the most sectarian factional disputes, this kind of a flattery is much more common.

It won't be snobbish, it won't be flattering, it won't be too supervising.

what happened? Is your car upside down? Mo Shiren’s old eyes were half-smoothed and he stumbled into the distance.

The child is not filial, the car has blocked the road of your old man, really **** it! The ink tube machine took a mouth of his own.

The slap in the face was crisp and loud, and his gang was red when he saw it.

The car turned over and you are fine. Mo Shiren took a look at the ink tube, and saw the red handprint on his half face, but he said that he had nothing to say, he would have to get off the bus.

Everyone thought that although he was in a high position but the carriage was not eye-catching, it was obviously a low-key person.

But when he got out of the car, he stopped at the door of the carriage.

The small **** next to the ink tube was clever, and rushed to kiss the grandfather, and leaned down to the carriage door.

He wants to use the back to take over the journey of Mo Shiren.

Are you a little muddy? Get up, how can you have Grandpa stepping on the grandson to get off the bus? Mo Shiren squinted his eyes with his eyes.

This sentence makes the little **** happy.

It’s not a sign that Mo Shiren’s Dagong is recognized for his own work. Nowadays, it is obvious that he accepted his identity as a grandson, but he was greatly elated.

This is tantamount to a shortcut along the **** and other ranks, and has already been paved for him.

Grandchildren are willing! The little **** still squatted on the ground and arched his back there.

Ok. The general manager of the eunuch, Mo Shiren, actually did not say anything. He lifted his foot and stepped on his back, so he leisurely walked down by the ink tube.

Wu Hao saw this and did not want to swear again, and whispered in a low voice. Next to Mu Qingya also secretly exquisite eyebrows.

Zong Zhilian, Yun Yun injured, even Li Guanling, Zhao Dingtou and others, but not much surprised.

Many esteemed people have such a situation that they are stepping on the ground.

Mo Shiren stepped on the bluestone pavement slowly in the ink tube.

The two warriors on the carriage followed with a silent voice.

The general manager of the eunuch, Mo Shiren, took two steps and did not look back and suddenly asked: Little muddy, can you get rid of the shoe print on your back?

The little **** just climbed up from the ground, did not dare to straighten his waist, bowed his body and caught up with two steps. He bowed his head on the side of Mo Shiren and said: No, the grandson’s back is printed, but it is necessary to go back and keep it. It is. You are willing to rest on the back of your grandson, and your grandchildren are very happy.

Well, the blind can teach. You must know that if you want to step on people, you must always start from being stepped on. Mo Shiren squinted his eyes as if he had taught himself.

He simply ignored the presence of Wu Hao and others, and he would say so in public.

Obviously in his eyes, these people are not a thing.

The son was taught.

The grandson was taught.

The two eunuchs should be together.

Humph! People are deceived by people, and Ma Shan is riding. The resounding of the flattering is also a flattering. Wu Hao whispered.

Mu Qingya quickly grabbed her mouth, but it was too late to say it.

The people around were shocked, and Zong Zhilian had to change the words.

What's wrong? At this time, many people in front of the south gate are not moving here? Mo Shiren did not know whether to hear this sentence, and did not immediately annoy, but asked the ink management matter with the sharp voice unique to the eunuch.

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The small **** was also complaining, and even the South Gate Sun Dian was also determined to seriously investigate and deal with the situation.

Is this girl? Mo Shiren’s old eyelids were slightly lifted, and he looked over Wu’s side.

Wu Hao’s neck was a stalk, and his eyes gazed at him.

When I was looking at Wu’s waist, the old eunuch’s eyelids, which had never been lifted, trembled twice.

A moment later, Mo Shiren jerked his foot and slammed the body to the little **** who was next to him.

This one foot, the strength is so big that the little **** smashed a mouthful of mud, can not see is the power of an old eunuch.

Moreover, it seems to be a big enemy, there is no point of grandfather and grandchildren!

Everyone is stupid.

What is the situation? Rs! .