[MTL] Assasin Farmer

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Spring of the Republic of China in the 23rd year.

Suzhou.

On the morning of the spring of March, the rainy days of the rainy days were scattered, and the sun was hung up early.

The sound of the birds of "twittering ", the faint scent of the flowers swayed with the wind, accompanied by the opening of the morning market where people from all directions came to the city, located in a characteristic quadrangle in the former suburbs of downtown Suzhou, mimicking the predecessor of the capital.

People have been busy with the cleaning work at hand, mixed with the fragrant vegetables in the big kitchen, and a new day has begun.

Looking down at the famous "Suxiu House" inside and outside Suzhou City - Sujia House, several small courtyards are scattered and scattered, with a winding blue brick path interspersed with elegant and exquisite pavilions.

On both sides are luxuriant flowering trees.

I have to say that the principal of the Sujia Mansion is a person who knows how to enjoy and appreciates it.

"What about your lady?"

Su’s parents, Sun Suting, couldn’t take care of the servants of the morning rituals, and rushed into a small and exquisite courtyard.

They stepped into a large embroidered room that was facing the sun, and the two were cleaning up.

Asked about the embroidery thread.

The two rumors squinted at each other and were quite surprised.

One of them was slightly taller and quicker.

He replied quickly: "Go back to the young master, Miss got up early and took the big embroidered to participate in the next day. In the courtyard, it was said that the young master sent someone to let her go."

Later, the tone was low, and the face of the young master was seen.

It must have been that someone else had carried the name of the young master to let Missy go.

Su Tingyan’s eyebrows were picked up, and then he hurriedly turned around and went out to the largest old grandfather’s courtyard in Su’s current generation.

Before he entered the hospital, he heard the exclamation from far and near in the courtyard.

Su Ting’s eyebrows wrinkled and the pace at his feet was faster.

"Affin, you are going to tell the Lord and the young master, I am going back to my wife."

"Hey!"

With a rush of footsteps, the two screams of horror, horrified, ran from the main courtyard of the old lady to the courtyard door.

"What happened?"

Su Tingjun called the two bows and did not pay attention to the embarrassment of the people.

"Ah! Big Master!"

The two squats seem to have caught the heart of the heart, almost crying.

"What happened? Have you seen Missy? Or the old man..."

Su Tingyi asked eagerly that they both rudely grabbed his sleeves.

"The young master, is... is Missy... Missy, she..."

One of them has already been scared, and another slang has answered a few words incoherently.

After Su Tingjun grabbed a few words, he stopped asking them, pushing them both to go to the old man’s hospital.