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Hua Changkong looked at the food box on the table, which was just sent by Dong Gong. He looked at Hua Liuli suspiciously: "Sister, did the prince find something?"

"What?" Hua Liuli took out the preserved fruit from the food box and put it in her mouth.

"I found you... the body is delicate, so I need to eat more food to support the body." Hua Changkong glanced at the box, which contains dried fruit, dried meat, snacks and dried fruits, all made by the secret method of the palace, exuding an attractive taste. .

"Maybe I think I was almost taken away by the gangsters, so I prepared these to comfort me?" Hua Liuli didn't notice anything wrong, "When you were in Qinghanzhou, you comforted me like this."

How can family and prince be the same?

Looking at the little girl's leisurely and happy appearance, Hua Chang was soft in the hollow, and he reached out and touched her head: "You are right, it's San Ge who thinks too much."

"Well." Hualili grabbed a handful of dried meat and put it in his hand. "It's for you."

"Thank you, our family is very generous." Hua Changkong accepted with a smile.

He remembered that there was a great natural disaster in 11 years, the food in Qinghan Prefecture was cut off, the road leading to Qinghan Prefecture was blocked by mountains and rocks, and the resources of the imperial court could not be sent in temporarily. In order to fill their stomachs, the rats near the military camp were all caught.

Even the General's Mansion is very difficult. The little girl is young, and she always gives her something delicious at home. The little girl, who was only four years old, seemed to know that the time was a little different. She always distributed the meat in the bowl to everyone in the family before she was willing to eat.

He still remembers to this day, the little sister, pulling his clothes by the corner, holding the dry and thin sparrow wings, saying that he wanted to be half with him.

"Third Brother, I am fifteen, not three years old. This complimenting tone of coaxing children is of no use to me." Hua Liuli looked at Hua Changkong thoughtfully, "Father and Dad are coming to Beijing, This is for me to say a few good words for you."

"Small without conscience." Hua Changkong stretched his hand to poke Hua Liuli's forehead. "You have fun, I go to the study to read books."

"Third Brother, can you not poke my head." Hua Liuli covered her head. "This is a brilliant, unparalleled head."

"It's still clever. If you're really clever, you mustn't cry at home for three days and three nights?" Hua Changkong took another handful of preserved fruit from the food box and walked away quickly.

Master Zhang Shuo, who was truly at the top of Dali Temple, was very worried, because he also heard that the emperor was dissatisfied with him, and he was about to let Lin Zhou take the place of Dali Temple.

He touched the increasingly thinning head and said to the other subordinates sitting in the house: "You change all the broken problems on your body. When the new boss takes office, you can't tolerate those problems."

This man Lin Zhou had dealt with in his early years. He was very upright and could not tolerate sand in his eyes. The gang of people under his hands is not lacking in the ability to handle things, but they have different personalities and are not serious. They may not work together with Lin Zhou.

Where can I find a good sergeant like him in the world? I can't hold my position anymore, and I have to worry about the relationship between my subordinates and the new sergeant.

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