Jing Tianquan was very frightened by his divination. He didn't know whether he was happy or worried. In short, it was very complicated.
He looked at his divination chart and fell into deep thought.
"Chichi."
Bishui Ling ran in and jumped onto the divination chart. After looking at the picture above, she couldn't understand it. She walked around and sat on the divination chart and looked at Jing Tianquan.
This old man is stupid today.
I'm usually not excited to see him.
Before he could figure it out, he felt a pain in his buttocks and turned around to see that a handful of hair was missing. The culprit was the high priest.
"Chichi." Bi Shuiling immediately jumped up in dissatisfaction.
The old man actually pulled out the hair on its butt?
Jing Tianquan lowered his eyes and stared at the little thing. He raised his hand and pinched Bi Shuiling twice, and the gray fur flew straight away.
"Chi chi chi chi."
The blue water spirit jumped wildly, its fur——
"Does it hurt?" Jing Tianquan asked.
The hair all over Bishui Ling's body is exploding. Does it hurt? Nonsense, try pulling out your hair and see if it hurts?
The old man is crazy.
The front feet still hold you in their arms and even ask for support, while the back feet start to pluck your hair.
Human love comes and goes quickly.
It's so sad, it wants to go -
Bishui Lingdou's big eyes were aggrieved, she turned around, jumped off the table and ran towards the door.
When it ran to the door, it looked back at Jing Tianquan and saw that he was still dumbfounded and showed no sign of trying to keep it, so it ran out the door heartbroken.
"It hurts, it's real."
Jing Tianquan murmured that his granddaughter's fate was terrifying.
If this kind of divination was seen by others, wouldn't it be very dangerous for my granddaughter——
Thinking of this, Jing Tianquan hurriedly disrupted the brown beads. He would never do divination again in the future, and he would not let anyone else touch the brown beads for divination, not even his son.
——
Yu family.
The old man has made it clear about the Xiao family's affairs that Yu Zhan will come to pay his respects tomorrow.
Although it is a pity, but who let the Xiao family set the rules?
After taking a bath, Yu Wushuang sat at the table in her middle coat and drew pictures. She heard Fei Yuan say that the old man asked Yu Zhan to go to the Xiao family to mourn tomorrow, and there was a little black line on his forehead.
Of course I have to come forward for the things they juniors have committed.
But her father was more aggressive. It would be a bit scary to imagine him coming to the house and causing Prince Xiao to cause trouble.
"Let Qingdai take Chunxia and Qiu Shuang to grandma's place, and ask grandma to ask someone to take Yu Miao to take Xiu Yuan." Yu Wushuang raised his head and said.
"Why?" Fei Yuan was a little confused.
"Chunxia and Qiu Shuang are both smart, and they are close to my grandma. They are also attentive. They feel more at ease when they take care of the younger generation of the Yu family." Yu Wushuang can't snatch the child away, and can arrange for someone to take care of it.
Mrs. Wu did not dare to be arrogant in the arrangement arranged by her grandma. It was fair to arrange two children of the same age in the house one by one.
"Yes." Fei Yuan understood: "Miss, you see it's so late, it's time to rest."
Yu Wushuang stood up straight, the night was very late.
"Chichi"
Bi Shuiling jumped from the window to the table, her little eyes filled with grievances.
Fei Yuan was startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief after seeing things clearly: "It's elusive."
Yu Wushuang looked at it and saw that the little thing was still fully dressed. If she had a string of pearls around her neck, she would definitely be a noble lady.
but……
At this moment, Bi Shuiling's expression is more like a noble lady or a resentful woman.
"Ah wu." Bishui Ling couldn't swallow, and kept grabbing her clothes with her claws to complain.
The old man pulled out my hair. He was so cruel.
"Miss, has Bi Shuiling been drinking?" Fei Yuan squatted down and stared at the little thing.
Bi Shuiling understood, turned around and sneered, not drinking.