At this moment, Ah Qi's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Sir, Madam, the young master is missing!" Ah Qi said anxiously, his voice trembling. "I was guarding outside the house last night and saw with my own eyes that the young master was asleep. He definitely didn't go out. But just now... just now I went into the house to wake him up, but found that he was gone!"

Jing Li: “…”

Qin Zhao: "..."

The little fish was still swimming in the teacup, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

Qin Zhao pressed his eyebrows and handed the teacup to Jing Li: "Tell the truth, Ah Qi won't leak the secret."

Jing Li never doubted Qin Zhao's decision and walked out with the teacup.

As Qin Zhao had expected, Ah Qi was only briefly surprised when he learned the truth, but he didn't say anything more. Not asking questions was the duty of a shadow guard.

Compared to these, the most important thing is that the little master is not lost.

Qin Zhao was ill for more than half a month.

Since he cured Shen Huan of the poison, he hadn't had such a serious illness in the past year. This illness seemed to have made up for all the previous slack.

The typhoid epidemic in the city disappeared before the New Year because of the proper control by the prefect.

In the entire city, Qin Zhao was probably the only one who was still confined to his room because of his occasional fever.

The only good thing is that no one in the family was infected.

Jingli and Yuzai have special physiques and are not prone to illness. Ah Qi has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is in good health. So, when you think about it, Qin Zhao is the only sickly person in the family.

As the New Year was approaching, Jing Li asked Ah Qi to buy some red paper and bamboo strips, and taught him how to cut window decorations and paste lanterns when he had nothing to do.

This skill was taught to him by Ayi last year, and Jing Li has now done it quite well.

Qin Zhao was only allowed to walk around the yard and bask in the sun at noon, when there was no wind and the sun was shining. It had just snowed that day, and after the snow stopped, Jing Li and Ah Qi were hanging lanterns in the yard, and Qin Zhao leaned against the window to watch them.

"What are you looking at? Be careful of the cold wind. Go back and lie down." Jing Li noticed him and hurriedly drove him away.

Qin Zhao was helpless: "I'm fine now."

"You said the same thing the day before yesterday, and you insisted on coming out to paste window paper-cuts, and ended up burning again at night." Jing Li said angrily, "Go back, go back."

Qin Zhao had no choice but to go back to the bed and spread his hands to the little boy sitting on the bed: "Look, Daddy can't go out, so I can't build a snowman with you."

Yuzai was playing with a stuffed doll and shook his head when he heard this: "Ah!"

He didn't want to go out and play. It was obviously his dad who wanted to go out.

"You kid..." Qin Zhao noticed the new thing in his hand and asked, "Who gave this to you, Ah Qi?"

The fish cub shook his head again.

In his arms, he held a rag doll in the shape of a small fish. It had a round body and a small tail. The scales were embroidered with cotton thread and stuffed with cotton, making it very soft.

Xiao Yuzai put down the doll, supported Qin Zhao's arm and stood up, with his arms spread out in front of him, forming a semicircle.

Qin Zhao understood: "Oh, Chen Yanan."

Fat is deeply rooted in people's minds.

"Chen Yan'an just sent it." Jing Li had already finished hanging the lanterns and returned. He closed the door and said, "I received a letter from him this morning. He said his mother is still angry and that he will have to stay in the village for the New Year. So he sent the gift for Xiaoyuzai first."

Qin Zhao asked, "What about Ayi?"