Qixing just smiled and glanced at Gao Xiaoliu again, as if he was really comparing them.
"Young, no matter how beautiful you are," she said with a smile.
This was to praise him for his good looks. Gao Xiaoliu smiled and looked at Qixing lowering his head to eat the food on the table.
Eat seriously and with integrity.
"You have been asked to eat these since you were a child," he said. "Actually, you don't need to be so harsh. You are a guest in our Huixian Tower today. Guests can order whatever they want and eat something good."
Qixing looked at the food in front of him and said, "It's okay. In fact, everything I eat is the same."
Poor child, Gao Xiaoliu's eyes were pitiful, and his sense of taste was dull. He was about to persuade him again, but Qixing spoke first.
"Is your father still there?" she asked.
Sure enough, he knew his father. Gao Xiaoliu sighed: "My father is still here, but he was seriously injured. He is unconscious and cannot see anyone."
He was a little apologetic.
Although they are from the same sect, because the identity of the father is very important, even the son cannot take him there at will without asking for permission in advance.
But promises can still be made.
"There are doctors who are always treating me. My father will definitely get better." Gao Xiaoliu said, "You can see him then."
This is half true and half false, but it will definitely come true. When his father wakes up, he will definitely meet him when he says it.
Qing Zhi looked at him with some contempt and some sympathy in his eyes. He felt pity for the children in the world and hoped that their parents would get better.
But it's only a little bit. The young lady is the most pitiful. No matter how much her parents and relatives hope, it won't get better.
Here Gao Xiaoliu has already started asking again.
"Did you meet my father when you were a child? When did you meet him? Why didn't I notice you? How old were you at that time? It shouldn't be. I'm older than you. It's impossible for me not to remember things like this."
"It has been so many years, and we young people and elders have nothing to recall."
Having said this, Gao Xiaoliu curled his lips again.
"My dad is an old stubborn man. When you meet him, be careful. He will tell you a bunch of rules and regulations. It's very annoying."
Qixing smiled and told him: "I met your father because I wanted to ask about some things in the past. Since he is not awake, I will wait a little longer."
Asked about the past? What happened? Gao Xiaoliu was more curious, but the girl didn't take the initiative to say anything, and he stopped asking.
"Okay, wait a minute, I believe my father will wake up." He patted his chest and said.
Qixing smiled and nodded.
"I don't know if it's convenient to ask, where do you live in the capital and what do you do?" Gao Xiaoliu asked, patting his chest again, "I make the decision here in the capital. If you have anything to say, tell me."
"I'm working for people." Qixing said, stretching out his hand and shaking it, "You know."
Ah, yes, they were old acquaintances. Gao Xiaoliu smiled and nodded repeatedly, spinning the dice again and again.
"You don't have to worry about food and drink where you live." Qixing continued, "But I do need help with something when I come today."
Gao Xiaoliu extended his hand and said, "Please speak."
Qixing said: "I need a cast iron shop."
Gao Xiaoliu leaned against the window and looked out. This time he did not scatter flower petals, fearing that the petals would affect his vision. However, there were too many people on the street and the girl could not be seen if he blinked.
Zhike also followed and looked outside: "It really comes and goes in a hurry. Why didn't you stay longer? It's in vain that our young master has waited so long."
Gao Xiaoliu rolled his eyes at him, looked away, and sat against the window with a smile on his face.
"Where are you from? How old are you? Where do you live? Who else is at home?" Zhike asked.
"Who in the world asks these questions?" Gao Xiaoliu glared at him.
It is enough to know her name, that she came to him, and to get acquainted with him.
Having said this, he grabbed Zhike again.
"She knows my father." He asked with bright eyes, "Have you met her?"
Zhike looked out again: "Really?" He said with annoyance, "It's all my fault that you stopped me and didn't let me take a closer look at what she looks like."
"What are you pretending to be? Do you think I don't know you are peeking?" Gao Xiaoliu sneered, "With your sharp eyes, just one glance at someone is enough."
Zhike smiled again and shook his head: "I have no impression. I don't pay much attention to children. What's more, I am in the capital most of the time. I am not following the master all the time. I may not have seen the people that the master has seen."
Gao Xiaoliu also knew, nodded and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter whether I've met her or not. I didn't know her before, but I know her now." He stood up and said, "Quick, I want to pick a good shop for her.
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Zhike asked: "What does this ruler want from a cast-iron shop? Why not a carpenter's shop?"
Gao Xiaoliu turned around and hissed at him: "What are you shouting about? What ruler? People are called Qixing."
He raised his hand and pointed upward.
"Stars in the sky."
It turns out that the Mo Xia who saved Gao Xiaoliu was the Qixing from the West Hall.
Is that Qixing in the west hall a woman?
This is really surprising, and even more surprising.
"know me?"
After hearing what Zhike said, Mr. Gao was also a little surprised.
Zhike said with a smile: "That's not surprising. Master, you are an elder after all. Just like the leader, everyone knows it, including children."
The wealthy man sat up and thought thoughtfully: "But everyone knows that the elders are dead. How could she, a young man from other places, ask to see me directly? Why does she know that I am not dead?"
"What else did she say? Ask me about the past?"
"For such a young girl, what past events does she have to ask me about?"
"unless."
He looked at Zhike.
"She knows something."
Zhike was thoughtful and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to see her?"
The rich man leaned on the bed and muttered: "I can see her first."
A blacksmith's shop is completely different from a craftsman's shop.
It's like another world here.
Because the fire kept burning, it seemed that day and night were in chaos.
Although Gao Xiaoliu looked weird in appearance and speech, he was pretty good at work. He sent a message the next day and selected a blacksmith shop.
When night fell, Qixing took Qing Pheasant to the blacksmith shop.
Qing Zhi only stood for a while and couldn't help but fan himself with his hands: "It's so hot, miss. It will be very comfortable if you work here in winter."
Qixing's sleeves were tied up, and her head was wrapped with a scarf. The firelight danced on her face, making her usually fair face blush.
"It's not comfortable even in winter," she said. "It's so smoky that there's no time to feel comfortable."
As he spoke, he used an iron drill to pick out a red-hot iron bar from the fire with one hand, placed it on the iron pier, picked up the hammer with the other hand and smashed it, sparks flying everywhere.
Qing Zhi hurriedly backed away. Blacksmithing was more scary than carpentry and embroidery. At this moment, the young lady was holding a red iron bar in one hand and wielding a hammer in the other. Her whole body was burning like fire.
Looking at the girl standing in front of the fire, with a small body but easily swinging a hammer, the eyes behind the window pane widened slightly, then narrowed slightly.
"It couldn't be her."
The wealthy man withdrew his gaze, and the lattice window was gently closed, cutting off the hot wind and fire, as well as the sound.
Do you really know the master? Zhike asked out of curiosity: "Who is it?"
The rich man looked back at the closed spying window and dug out a name from his dusty memory.