Chapter 59 The Golden Slip Arrives
Zhao Pan felt that the sun rose from the west today.
Although this evil wolf also had a condescending and unpleasant attitude when giving money.
But the benefits given to them are real.
Maybe he is in a good mood because he was rewarded for his meritorious service?
This was the most reasonable guess she could come up with.
"No... no problem," Eugene Hua replied hurriedly, carefully picking up the stack of banknotes and putting them into her shriveled purse, her voice a little hoarse.
"Don't worry, Dalang, I won't waste money."
It doesn’t matter if you spend some money recklessly… Zhao Duan muttered in his heart.
But the character should not change too quickly, so he just said "Yeah" with a cold expression.
Then he added, as if remembering something:
"When I came back, I ordered a batch of rouge and powder from Yanzhizhai. A shop assistant will deliver it to your door later. You can use it."
Yanzhizhai... This is one of the largest gouache shops in Beijing. It is a century-old brand with high prices and delivery service.
The customers are generally noble ladies in Beijing.
Of course, it’s only among the circle of noble ladies.
True royal nobles have their own special small circle channels for purchasing, and the rouge they use is all unbranded.
He also bought rouge and powder... Zhao Pan's eyes were puzzled. He was highly alert, and his heart was pounding. He couldn't hide his anticipation.
After all, I am at the age of loving beauty and cannot resist such temptation.
"Da Lang..."
Eugene's eyes became even redder and she covered her mouth with her hands, deeply moved.
As far as she could remember, this was the first time her stepson had given her a gift.
Mr. Zhao was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the girl crying, so he quickly filled his stomach, said "I'm full", turned around and went straight to the courtyard to practice martial arts.
Play with the precious throwing knives that you just got.
…
After dinner.
Eugene Hua and her daughter put the silk cloth away, returned to the girl's boudoir, and reapplied the medicine on the wound.
Zhao Pan lay on the bed, arms wrapped around the embroidered pillow, feeling his mother's hand caressing his back, puzzled:
"Mom, why did he change his attitude today? What evil intentions does he have?"
Eugene Hua sat sideways on the edge of the bed. Her skirt, which had been washed so many times and was already a little too small for her, was stretched tight, revealing her beautiful flesh.
Hearing this, he gently patted Zhao Pan's buttocks and spat:
"What did you say? Why do you have bad intentions?"
Pia... Zhao Pan pouted and said:
"What else? I think it's just like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken."
"Maybe your elder brother treated you like that yesterday and he regretted it afterwards, so he wanted to make it up to him." Eugene Hua used her own knowledge to find a justification for her stepson's abnormal behavior.
Zhao Pan retorted:
"Are you giving him a sweet date after a beating? Mom, you're just too nice to him. He just smiled at you and you're so moved."
Eugene Hua remained silent, knowing that what her daughter said was probably right.
The beautiful woman sighed and said softly:
"Although your eldest brother has a bad temper, he always sides with his family when outsiders come to bully him. Didn't that soldier throw him in jail? I guess he was venting his anger on us."
She has been trying to mend the relationship between her daughter and stepson, but with little success.
Zhao Pan said:
"He's doing that for his own face, not for us. He's being nice to you today, and you're overjoyed. But tomorrow he might be in a bad mood and demand everything back, and even beat you with a stick."
The scars all over her body are the most powerful evidence.
Eugene Hua was powerless to refute the ironclad facts.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and Zhao Duan's voice came from outside the door:
"Zhao Pan, come out for a moment."
The mother and daughter in the room were startled. Zhao Pan hurriedly got under the quilt and reached out to grab the dagger which had no practical use but only provided psychological comfort.
Eugene Hua hurriedly stood up:
"Da Lang, Auntie is applying medicine to Pan'er, it's not convenient..."
"Apply medicine?" Zhao Duan's mocking voice came from across the door:
"How can you learn a lesson without a beating? Do you really think that by picking up a tattered book I threw away and studying it, you can enter the realm of cultivation? Become a martial artist? You are so foolish.
"When you completely wear yourself out, your blood and qi will clog your meridians, and you'll be paralyzed at home, and you'll have to eat my rice for the rest of your life."
inside the house.
Zhao Pan's face flushed with anger as she listened to the sarcasm, but when she heard the last sentence, she was stunned.
She was most aware of her own physical condition. She had felt light and refreshed all over after being beaten, and mistakenly thought that she had achieved success in martial arts.
Now, after listening to what Zhao Duan said, it seemed that she was wrong.
"Paralyzed?" Eugene Hua was terrified. "Pan'er will be paralyzed?"
"Oh, it was possible before." Outside the door, Zhao Duan took something out of his arms and put it on the ground.
"If you want to keep fit in the future, use this to practice. If you cling to that crappy book of mine again, I'll beat you up every time I see you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Eugene Hua was stunned for a few breaths before she hurriedly opened the door and looked around, but Zhao Duan was no longer there.
"Mom, what did he leave behind?" Zhao Pan was wrapped in a small quilt. Because he was not wearing any clothes, he did not dare to get out of bed. He stretched his neck and asked.
Eugene Hua returned to the house in a daze, holding two things.
Zhao Pan looked closely and saw that it was also a martial arts book called "Jade Heart Sutra", which seemed to be a method specifically suitable for women to strengthen their bodies.
The other thing was a pitch-black jar with the words "Shenlong Temple" written on the outside. It was a precious medicine specially provided for practicing martial artists to heal wounds.
Zhao Pan was stunned, his eyes like autumn water looked in the direction where his elder brother left, bit his lip, and suddenly hesitant:
"Has he...really changed?"
…
…
The other side.
Zhao Duan returned to his room and opened the door. There was a bathtub filled with warm water inside.
This was what he had just ordered his servants to prepare. They had been busy all day and night and were covered in sticky dirt.
At this moment, he stripped off all his clothes, jumped into the bathtub, put his arms on the edge of the bathtub, felt the warm water soaking, and sighed comfortably.
"The initial reconstruction of my home personality is complete..."
"Well, based on my experience over this period of time, the correct way to use a character setting is to become good in front of friendly units, but maintain a bad reputation to the outside world. This way, the benefits are maximized."
"Toppling the Minister of Justice...it's difficult, I have no idea...well, there is always a way out, I'll think about it tomorrow."
Zhao Duan's thoughts drifted away, and his gaze fell on the crisscrossing beams above his head.
Suddenly, the air above the beams twisted slightly, and a figure slowly emerged:
Wearing a black priest robe with gold lines, with slightly curly black hair, pale skin and a mysterious temperament, the "Red-Dot Boy" Jin Jian sat on the beam with his legs hanging down and his boots shaking.
At this moment, the girl was staring at Zhao Duan in the bathtub directly below her, her sight gradually focusing...
Zhao Duan: “……?”
Jin Jian: "...!"
There was a brief silence.
In the tub, there was a sudden splash of water. Zhao Duan shuddered and manually opened the mosaic, his eyes wide open:
"Priest Jin Jian?! Why are you in my room?"
The cute girl Jin Jian blinked her eyes and said in a disembodied voice:
"I told you before, I'll come find you when I'm done."
Zhao Duan opened his mouth: "When did you come here?"
Jin Jian answered every question: "When you went to the cosmetics shop."
“…” A group of alpacas rushed out of Zhao Duan’s heart.
So, Zhang Tianshi’s little disciple definitely has voyeurism!
It has been following me until now.
"Priest, please understand that it is very inappropriate to enter someone's room without knocking." Zhao Duan sat in the bathtub and lodged a serious protest.
Jin Jian thought about it and felt that it made sense, and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I'll go out and come back through the main door."
As he spoke, he pretended to float down.
"Wait!" Zhao Duan hurriedly stopped him, saying helplessly, "Just say what you want to say."
I've seen it all... If I alarm the servants at home, it will cause a lot of trouble.
Speaking of which, why is this girl so stupid...
"Okay." Jin Jian followed suit and sat back down.
Zhao Duan exhaled and asked in a deep voice, "Excuse me, Priest, what is the situation?"
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