Dressed as a best friend from a famous chivalrous woman in ancient novels, Lu Shiyi just wants to walk through the plot peacefully and serve as a backdrop. Unexpectedly, in the first chapter of the original novel, she picked up a "poor little boy" who was about to freeze to death in the snow. The other party looked angry with both men and gods, and had a pure temperament, but she was not very smart. She asked her to "escort her back to Beijing and make her a marquis and worship the prime minister." Lu Shiyi: This young man, it's time to wake up from his dream. If you don't have the title of marquis and the prime minister, Wo Wotou will be enough to take care of it. Judging from your tender skin and tender meat, you should be able to get a lot of money by selling... Well, becoming a bookkeeper. This "poor little" named Xiao Wuxia could not lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. His only advantage was his face. Lu Shiyi took him with him in line with the mentality of doing one good thing every day and making the best use of everything. As a result, troubles followed one after another. There are pursuers in the front and assassins in the back. One day, he is slandered as a rebel, and tomorrow he will be involved in the government's power grab. Lu Shiyi slashed his long knife, killing blood like a river. Looking back, her weak and helpless "oil bottle" was slowly wiping her hands and said to her: "The county magistrate can be used here, the leader of the soldiers can be killed, and the granary garrison can be recruited. Within three days, this city belongs to us." Lu Shiyi:? ? ? There is nothing you can do to restrain the chicken as promised! What's up with your proficiency in strategizing? ! Xiao Wuxia smiled slightly, and the stars in his eyes turned upside down: "There are too few princes and ministers. What I want to give you is this country of thousands of miles. So, when will we start an uprising?" Lu Shiyi looked at the wife book he had finally saved, and then looked at the civil servants and generals who had gathered behind him unknowingly, and fell into deep thought. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted in the first place. Is it too late to return the product now?
