It suddenly occurred to him that there was another person in the village who needed to be punished. He didn't know what kind of toad he was, but he dared to miss his beautiful little aunt!
Secret guard: "!!!"
Is the young master thinking about Anque again?
However, that bitch needs to be given a good beating, otherwise, he might come up with another idea and hit the princess.
"Young Master, that toad is not here now. When he comes back, will my subordinates inform you again?"
"Aren't you here?"
Qian Yinuo raised his hand, touched his smooth chin, and bit his lower lip.
"I heard that their family is not a good person, so I still want to take a look." He decided to start with Toad's family first, letting them know that his little aunt is the one he protects!
"Then...okay."
The secret guard saw that he could not persuade the young master, so he had no choice but to take him with him.
Anyway, his mission is to protect the safety of the young master. As for what the young master wants to do, it is not within the scope of his need to care.
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At this moment, Anque was on a carriage.
He spent a tael of silver to catch a ride home, but the carriage did not go directly to Anjia Village, but to another village near Anjia Village.
It was also his luck that he met a family who were just about to rush home to see Hua's mother, who was seriously ill. Otherwise, he would have had to walk home on two legs.
But for one tael of silver, when he had fields and crops to harvest, he felt bad about spending it. He felt that the money should be used in the most important places.
It's even worse now. Spending a tael of silver is like cutting his flesh.
However, at this moment, he was not so distressed. He thought that one day he would successfully marry the princess Qian Yiyun, and he could pay as much money as he wanted.
A King of War and a King of Anyang are all his relatives. How much money he wants is just a matter of opening his mouth.
Thinking of this, he didn't feel so sad about losing those fields. Everything would come back in the future.
He raised his head and looked at the family in the carriage. The extremely ugly girl, who looked like she weighed more than two hundred pounds, was looking at him with disgusting eyes.
Because he was sitting in someone else's carriage, he didn't want to show off to others, so he had to shrink his neck and lean to the side.
"Mr. An, why are you going home so late?" the middle-aged man in the carriage asked Anque, breaking the dull atmosphere in the carriage.
"Ahem."
When asked suddenly, Anque choked.
Can he say that he chased him all the way to the county just to chase someone? This is obviously something he cannot talk about.
"Mr. An, are you sick? Did you catch a cold? Your face looks a little pale." The fat girl heard An Que's cough, moved closer to him, and asked shyly.
Anque: "..."
He didn't catch a cold. Also, men and women can't communicate clearly, don't you know? Why are you so close to him?
"No, it's nothing. It's just that someone in my family is sick, and I'm anxious to go home and get money to treat my relatives." He casually found an excuse.
"I have to thank you for giving me a ride. Otherwise, I would have to walk all the way back. I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the county until tomorrow morning."
He sat further to the side again, ignoring the fat girl's words, but looked at the middle-aged man and thanked him.