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    Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory.

    However, many dissatisfactions are self-inflicted, such as¡ª¡ª

    Ruan Baoyu.

    After hearing this, Ruan Baoyu, whose skin was three layers thicker than the city wall, should continue to hold the Marquis's waist and drag him into the secret room.  But he made a mistake in his mind and assumed a slightly higher posture, saying politely: "Since the Marquis has something to do, I will go back to Dali Temple for business first."

    Bo Jin looked at Ruan Baoyu with a serious expression, and had no intention of holding back at all. He only said one word: OK.

    "Oh." Mr. Bao replied dully. He began to dig dust silently with his toes, moving outwards with a grinding motion. He wished he could dig a hole in the ground and fall down and fainted.

    After thinking of the idea, when he turned around, the silk brocade was gone, so he had to go out in frustration.

    It took a long time to get back to Dali Temple. Mr. Bao's heart was sore and he didn't want to think deeply about any case.

    Anyway, it¡¯s¡ªvery, very unhappy!

    ¡°In the final analysis, he decided that this joke was not good.  Curse this guy even though he is thousands of miles away, he can sneeze and get cramps at any time.

    "However, if you go back early, you can still seize the opportunity to make up for it." A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and Mr. Bao became energetic again, flipping through the papers, and drank the official tea for himself without hesitation.

    Li Yan turned around and saw Ruan Baoyu with his legs crossed and writing inelegantly with his left hand at the desk, crookedly like a crab crawling across the board, but he could still tell it was: tuberculosis, plague, or exhaustion.

    Still spelling the word "ðÚ", and still thinking about the wizard rabbit brain case.

    The wizard died unjustly in prison, and even now the real culprit has not been found.

    Li Yan thought of this and sighed heavily. Mr. Bao raised his head and asked, "You said rabbit brain is poison?"

    Li Yan shook his head hurriedly, "The fake wizard with rabbit brains ate it and didn't die. He was just thirsty and drank a lot of water."

    "Perhaps he took some antidote beforehand." Mr. Bao didn't believe it, so he said, "Bring it here, I'll take it and see."

    Li Yan has never been able to defeat Mr. Bao. He thought that the rabbit brain was pickled and the Dali Temple preserved it very carefully, so there was no chance it would go bad.

    So, within a moment, a pot of rabbit brains was accurately placed in front of Ruan Shaoqing.

    It¡¯s not Mr. Bao¡¯s style to be sloppy, so he ate one immediately.

    It¡¯s bitter, a little astringent and salty, but it¡¯s not generally unpalatable.  Butit's okay.

    Maybe one was not enough medicine, so he continued with the second and third.

    Seeing that the pot was about to bottom out, Mr. Bao suddenly opened his mouth and stuck out his faintly blue tongue, feeling very uncomfortable.

    This move made Li Yan extremely nervous, his mind went blank, and his face was paler than his brain.

    "How are you?"

    "Thirsty!" The thirst that killed him.

    Li Yan hurriedly brought the teapot to him, and Mr. Bao drank it all in one gulp.

    ¡°More more!¡±

    Soon, the second pot reached the bottom without a drop left.

    "Li Yan, can't you get a bigger pot?"

    With half a stick of incense, Mr. Bao had already poured down thirty large bottles of water. Both of his eyes were filled with water and were watery, but slightly protruding outwards.  As soon as the person moves, his belly full of water will also sway, and he will also move with energy, which is quite overwhelming.

    "Are you OK?"

    "No." Mr. Bao said one word, swallowing back a mouthful of water that came out of his throat, "It seems to be okay."

    Li Shaoqing stamped his feet angrily: "I'll take you to the doctor."

    "No, I have to go back to the Marquis' place for dinner." Ruan Baoyu slowly shook his belly and refused resolutely.

    Back to the Hou Mansion, Ruan Nong also started to mess around. Just after dinner, he said he had a stomachache and strangled Master Bao's neck, asking him to sleep with him.

    Ruan Baoyu only glanced at the silk brocade beside the table.

    Bo Jin frowned and asked him why he ate so little today.

    "I have no appetite." I am full of water and nothing tastes good.

    ¡°Then you should go to rest early.¡±

    "One sentence made Mr. Bao confused for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he found himself lying on the bed, listening to Ruan Nong's bedtime education, saying that he was his mother's person.

    What a fucking person.

    Bah!

    If he hadn¡¯t heard that the gentleman in the academy was ugly, Mr. Bao would have picked up a kitchen knife and asked: How did he teach his son?

    After the third watch, Ruan Nong, who was holding Mr. Bao¡¯s hair, finally fell asleep and gradually let go.

    Ruan Baoyu lay flat on the bed, his stomach still feeling uncomfortable, and his heartsp;Halfway through the painting, he felt thirsty again, so he went out to find water.

    After I was full, I went back to painting again.  Not long after, he was thirsty again, and he couldn't help it, so he had to run out to find another drink of water.

    "What are you doing here and there?" Bo Jin came back.

    "Master Hou, I'm too thirsty, but my hands are inconvenient. Even if I want to lift the pot, I can't even go to the room, so I have to run back and forth."

    "You don't know how to give orders to your servants?"

    "Oh. I forgot about it for a moment." Mr. Bao scratched his head with joy, shook his sweat, and pulled the silk brocade. "Master Hou, come and see the painting I painted."

    The painting is good. Although the brush strokes are difficult and it can be seen at a glance that the force used is very inappropriate, the painting is elegant and elegant, and the ink rhythm is very good.

    Bo Jin tried his best to remain calm in the chaos, pointed at the rice paper and asked calmly: "What is this painting?"

    "you and me."

    "doing what?"

    "That's what I did last night." Mr. Bao was full of energy. "From now on, whenever we have fun together, I will draw it. Well I have to add a few poems to it."

    "Put it away." Bo Jin's extremely peaceful smile appeared, but his eyes were filled with evil.

    "When I save a lot, I will sew them into books. One after another!" Ruan Baoyu meditated happily. "Of course, now, I am not very good at painting, but today I only think about Mr. Hou, and my left hand  I have become much more obedient. I believe that with more time and diligent practice, I will be able to be as flexible as my right hand."

    "Oh." Bo Jin originally wanted to stop him from talking, but when he heard him talking about his left hand and remembered his hand injury, he didn't say much.  After agreeing to Mr. Bao, I felt something was wrong.  The prerequisite for diligent training is that they should roll on the ground together, work hard and be happy?

    Thinking of this, Bo Jin's face turned slightly red: "Put it away first! Let's go eat."

    "Okay, okay!" Mr. Bao said coquettishly after leaving the house, "Master Marquis, I have worked so hard in painting and I need a reward."

    "Then, I'll let you hug me, okay." A reluctant tone.  If the Marquis said this, then Ruan Baoyu would definitely be angry; but in fact, Mr. Bao is really - angry!

    The person who spoke, his smoky blue robe was stained with dust, his long hair flowing in the evening breeze, and his ears cleverly covered.

    There is a silver fox mask on the upper half of the face, revealing a pair of slender eyes, a smile on the corner of the mouth, but only tilted to one side, and a sharp fox-like chin.

    Ruan Shaoqing rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Duan Ziming, you dead fox!"

    "Master Shaoqing, please pay first." Duanzi spread out a piece of paper with black and white writing, "Not much, five hundred taels of silver."

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