Seeing Qiao Hui in broad daylight, the feeling was even stronger, as if a rough jade had been polished into a gem with hidden edges and corners.
The scholar's fair complexion was turned light brown by the blood and flesh on the battlefield. The outline of his eyebrows and facial features remained unchanged, but his demeanor had undergone a drastic change. His dark eyes had a firm gaze, and his straight nose cast a diagonal shadow on his cheek. He looked like a sharp blade wrapped in a scabbard.
Xianjin put his arm around the fat boy Huahua and smiled at him from a distance.
Qiao Hui's eyes swept across him tangibly, the muscles at the corners of his lips relaxed slightly, he nodded slightly, and then turned around to greet the carriage behind him.
The carriage behind Qiao Hui staggered into the city gate. After it stopped, the carriage curtain was pulled open from the inside, and a thin figure came out with his head lowered, holding the carriage door frame.
It’s Qiao Fangzhi.
Qiao Fangzhi got off the carriage with difficulty, holding on to his eldest son's shoulders. Immediately following him, a little boy pushed a wooden wheelchair. Qiao Fangzhi sat down in the wheelchair with his feet almost off the ground.
Wen Fucheng Fang came forward with a choked voice, "Brother, you came to Beijing to see your leg, why... why can't you walk?"
Qiao Fangzhi has aged a lot. His hair is gray, and even the tips of his eyebrows are gray. His face, which usually has a lazy smile, now has a bit more vicissitudes of life hidden in the wrinkles. He is very thin, so thin that his cheeks and eye sockets are sunken, the veins on his neck are bulging, and the flesh around the corners of his mouth is pressed down. He is almost hunched into the ground, his back is badly bent, and his legs are shaking from the ankles. He has no strength to stand, let alone even put his head on the wheelchair frame.
There is no way to tell that this little old man was the brilliant and powerful third place winner of the imperial examination twenty years ago.
There is only one pair of eyes, which are frighteningly bright.
Xianjin felt so sad that he almost tried to avoid it, so he turned his head away with difficulty.
Don't cry.
Xianjin whispered to himself in his heart: Don’t cry.
Only one of the apprentice and his daughter can cry. If everyone cries and sobs, it will be too sad.
She has to give this spot to Xiaopang Huahua.
Prefect Xiong also lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his slightly red eyes very well, and deliberately continued the words of the prefectural chancellor, "There is an old saying that the local environment and climate nurture the local people. Qiao Fangzhi is from Xuancheng Prefecture. No matter how good the doctors in the capital are, they may only be able to treat him to this extent - the rest of the work has to be done by his hometown."
Qiao Fangzhi had no intention of responding to Wen Fucheng's words. He raised his arm and waved his hand, and his frighteningly bright eyes were fixed on Baozhu.
Baozhu rushed forward crying, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"
Qiao Fangzhi stroked the little girl's back with one hand and slowly waved towards Xianjin with the other hand, "Jin Jie'er——"
The sound is very light, like the wind.
Xianjin's defense suddenly breaks down - Master Qiao, it was she who died after experiencing illness in her previous life, and came to this strange, old and incompatible era, supporting her courage to continue exploring and finding value.
If it was the love and sense of security that Chen Fu gave her, then what Master Qiao gave her was a mental and spiritual rest, lightness and a sense of accomplishment.
For two years, Xianjin never showed his longing for Master Qiao in front of outsiders.
But now, two lines of tears could not help but fall down her cheeks. She half-knelt beside the wheelchair, wiping her tears and crying, "...What happened to your foot?"
After saying that, she quickly shook her head, tears streaming down her face, "It's okay with your feet! As long as you're fine, that's all! I've finished writing the article, and I've read a lot of books..." She continued incoherently, "... Baozhu is fine, too, and the books in your thatched library are fine too..."
The two little girls were crying, one leaning against the wheelchair.
One of them was like pressing the replay button, shouting "Daddy Daddy——" non-stop, vowing to call all the people "Daddy" in his life.
One is like a misplaced tape, rambling on and on, talking about whatever comes to mind, with no coherence between what he says, and he only cares about having a good time.
Qiao Fangzhi went to one side and comforted one and then the other.
But they are all grown-up girls, so I dare not really offer my palms to comfort them. Old man Qiao's thin and weathered face showed three parts of helplessness, three parts of panic, and three parts of heartache because of her crying... His expression was complicated, and his head seemed to be getting bigger because of crying.
Prefect Xiong sighed, "Alright, alright! All the scholars in the city are watching these two girls cry! Do you still want to get married in the future?!"
Wen Fucheng also laughed, "Everyone, get up, go back to the mansion first, and cry as much as you want when you go back to the mansion - Senior Brother -"
Wen Fucheng said this while looking at Qiao Fangzhi, "Brother, you see, you have been away for a year or two. Yingtian Prefecture has not only taken good care of your daughter, but also taken good care of you as their last disciple. They have thought of everything they could think of for you. You can rest assured."
Prefect Xiong glanced at Minister Wen with a half-smile: This guy just asked the two maids to come forward, and he wanted to put on such a show!
Please figure this out!
After Qiao Fangzhi was imprisoned in Yingtian Prefecture, his biological daughter was taken care of by his cunning and foxy closed disciple under great pressure; and his clever and slippery female disciple grew up under the wing of me, Xiong!
What do these two girls have to do with you, Yingtianfu? ! What do these two girls have to do with you, Wen Chengbin! ?
This is ridiculous!
I, Xiong, just extended a helping hand without expecting anything in return.
You, Wen Chengbin, don’t even think about taking credit for it!
Prefect Xiong smiled and waved to Xiong Youyou, "Youniang, help the two girls up - let's go to the government office."
"Master Qiao has worked hard on the journey. Let's go to the government office first. If you want to cry, keep crying. If you want to take credit, keep asking for credit. If you want to tell stories, keep telling them. Anyway, I, Xiong Ling, am hungry and need to eat!"
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