Dressed as a female jailer, when I opened my eyes, I saw a dead end - Brother Tiger was ripping off Prince Jing's clothes, and the tip of the rebel knife was three inches away from my throat.
The original owner could not survive more than three chapters.
I picked up the broom and whipped everyone around, and squatted on the threshold: "I have the final say in this prison."
Later, the whole city knew that Tianlao did not care about people, but only provided for the elderly.
The manic brother twists the twine, and the kleptomaniac sister writes the roster. The old beggar (actually the front yard guard of the Taiyuan Hospital) lingered for a bite of pepper stewed chicken; the hungry accountant (former Minister of Revenue) squatted in the corner and planned how to make a chain out of my broken cell.
A secret agent from Dali Temple came to investigate the case and searched the entire prison. His pupils were shaking: "The three-meter-wide passage... Is there a formation?"
After King Jing finished my hot noodle soup, he put a note on the bottom of the bowl: It was salty.
When everyone thought I was the hidden boss - I squatted on the threshold and counted the coins.
Don't ask. Just ask for a salted fish and take the whole family with you. The prison package includes three taels per month for VIP room and board, prisoners come one after another, and the bosses squat in one nest after another.
Finally, you ask? I opened the best prison in the world, and the regent personally served me a bowl.
Click to see the heroine squatting and lying down to win.
