Sure enough, Luo Baotou brought Zhao Yue'er to Wangxiang Tower.
At this time, Tou Luo was playing chess with Jin Guizhen and said that Zhao Yue'er was playing in Jin Zhaoning's room.
Qin Shaobai's heart dropped.
"Yue'er has been clamoring to find you. Didn't we make an appointment to see Sister Zhaoning? The little girl said, yes. Sister Xiaolan said that people cannot stand without trust.
We are about to do it, so we are here." Luo Baotou said, and a white stone was already placed on the chessboard.
"Luo Baotou, your move is really powerful, but you have Zhang Liang's plan, and I also have a ladder over the wall, let's see what the move is." Jin Guizhen put his black chip into Luo Baotou's white chips,
"The black tiger rips out the heart."
Luo Baotou was shocked, stood up quickly, looked at the chessboard carefully, and finally shook his head: "Boss Jin is still better."
Qin Shaobai couldn't understand the chess game at all. He just felt that the two old men didn't seem to be playing chess at all, but rather like they were marching to prepare for battle. Every move made him thrilling.
He was embarrassed to say that he went to Jin Zhaoning's room to find Zhao Yuer.
After all, it was late at night, and that room was a boudoir after all.
While he was anxious there, Jin Zhaoning took Zhao Yuer's hand and walked out.
"Uncle Qin." Zhao Yue'er ran over and grabbed Qin Shaobai's hand.
Zhao Yue'er's little hands were warm, which warmed Qin Shaobai's heart.
"Why haven't I seen you wear this waistcoat? It's very nice." Qin Shaobai pointed at the waistcoat on Zhao Yuer's shoulders.
"Sister Zhaoning gave this to me. She said it was made of some kind of sheep's wool. It's very warm."
Qin Shaobai was about to thank him when he heard Jin Zhaoning say in a cold voice: "Mr. Qin, your current allowance is not too low. Why don't you buy out-of-season clothes for your two children? Yue'er is here today.
My little hands are cold here, but fortunately I have made the waistcoats for the two children."
Qin Shaobai smiled apologetically. To be honest, he was really spinning like a top these days. If he hadn't solved Wang Er's case today and saw that everyone was exhausted again, he wouldn't have had such a long day.
During the holiday, without this half-day holiday, he might still be discussing the case of the three children with Song Ci at the county government.
"Sister Zhaoning, it's not that my uncle Qin doesn't care about us, he's just too busy. However, uncle Qin is the magistrate of Nanyang County, and he cares about the people of Nanyang County, so he will naturally give it to me and sister Xiaowan.
Some love has gone away."
Zhao Yue'er pulled Jin Zhaoning's hand, her sparkling eyes flashing, no matter how cold anyone's heart was, it would be melted.
Jin Zhaoning knelt down and touched her lazy pink face, and lightly scratched her tall nose: "Yes, your Uncle Qin is the best in Nanyang County. Sister Zhaoning shouldn't say anything about him."
, you should say sorry to him, right?"
"Sister Zhaoning, don't say sorry. Although my uncle Qin ignored my relationship with sister Xiaowan, he actually made sister Zhaoning cook the winter bamboo shoots for two days in vain. Therefore, uncle Qin failed the beauty like this.
, still should be criticized.”
The adults were all stunned by what Zhao Yue'er said one after another.
Jin Zhaoning's face was as bright as morning glow, and he reached out and tapped Zhao Yue's head: "You little girl, did your sister Xiaolan teach you these messy words? You are so ashamed."
Zhao Yue'er covered her head, screamed, and pulled Qin Shaobai's clothes: "Uncle Qin, help me."
Qin Shaobai smiled and carried Zhao Yue'er to the other side and took another waistcoat from Jin Zhaoning.
Luo Captou and the others were disturbed by this and were no longer in the mood to continue playing chess. Seeing that it was not too early, they said goodbye and left.
As soon as Qin Shaobai pulled Zhao Yue'er down to the yard, Zhao Yue'er pulled Qin Shaobai again and said softly: "Uncle Qin, do you believe it? Sister Zhao Ning is looking at you."
Qin Shaobai immediately turned around and saw Jin Zhaoning leaning on the railing, looking at them with a smile.
"Miss Jin, thank you." Qin Shaobai said.
"Sister Zhaoning, my uncle Qin said that the waistcoat you made is very beautiful. He also said that he will come to Wangxianglou again tomorrow, hoping to eat the dish you specially cooked for him."
Qin Shaobai really wanted to hit Zhao Yue'er. When did he say such a thing?
But for some reason, when he looked at Jin Zhaoning upstairs laughing wildly, he felt as if he had really said such a thing.
"Okay, you little girl, if you really want to go to heaven, you will help your Uncle Qin date someone." Luo Baotou pulled Zhao Yue'er, "Let's go back quickly, your sister Xiaowan is still waiting to see the new waistcoat.
Woolen cloth."
The three of them were talking and laughing, and returned to the Qin Mansion unknowingly.
Xiaowan had finished practicing her sword and was sitting quietly in the yard, her body upright, and the cushion under her body was soaked with her sweat.
Qin Shaobai had never seen this battle before. He thought Xiaowan was not feeling well, so he stepped forward to pick her up, but Zhao Yuer held her back.
"Uncle Qin, Xiaowan is practicing the Qingyi School's internal skills and mental methods. She is detoxifying and she will be fine after finishing the exercises."
"You are back." Xiaolan came over with a bowl of soup, "Yue'er, this bowl is for replenishing Qi and nourishing the mind. Your sister Xiaowan has already drank it. Drink it quickly."
Zhao Yue'er happily took it, raised her neck and drank it without saying a word.
"Xiao Wan, it's enough for today, let's take some credit." Xiaolan said, then turned to Qin Shaobai, "You guys came back from Wangxiang Tower?"
"Well, by the way, Miss Jin gave each of the two girls a cashmere vest. Winter is coming, and the children can wear them to withstand the cold."
Xiaolan raised her eyebrows, then blinked slightly, and another layer of shadow appeared under her thick black eyelashes: "Master Qin, is our family so dressed that we can't even afford a waistcoat?"
Qin Shaobai was about to explain, but Zhao Yue'er had already held Xiaolan's hand, raised her head pitifully and looked at Xiaolan: "Sister Xiaolan, don't scold Uncle Qin, it's me, it's me, look at Sister Zhaoning
This waistcoat she sewn is very beautiful, so I asked her to sew it. The one Xiaowan wore was sewn by sister Zhaoning. I actually learned to sew mine myself from sister Zhaoning. Sister Xiaolan, in order to learn how to sew this one,
Waistcoat, my hands were bleeding from the needle pricks."
Qin Shaobai was shocked and quickly took Zhao Yue'er's hand. Sure enough, there were many fine needle holes on Zhao Yue'er's fingers.
"You silly kid, how old are you? You should study and write well now. Someone will do all these jobs." Qin Shaobai put Zhao Yuer's hand in his mouth distressedly, trying to help her suck the wound.
"Stop." A bright light flashed, it was the spoon in Xiaolan's hand, "Brother Qin, have you forgotten something?"
Qin Shaobai then remembered that Zhao Yue'er's blood was poisonous. Fortunately, he didn't start sucking it just now.
However, even if Zhao Yue'er's blood is poisonous, you can still fly over and pull Zhao Yue'er away. With your Qinggong, this is a piece of cake. Do you need to hit Yue'er's hand with such a heavy spoon?
?
Looking at Zhao Yue'er who was rubbing her fingers with tears in her eyes, Qin Shaobai felt that Xiaolan was becoming more and more unkind.