On the nights of early May, as the heat of the sun faded, there was a familiar chill of spring under the pine trees.
The wind blew past, carrying the sound of flowing water along the Longchuan Creek. Xianjin shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his arms involuntarily.
Today, in order to welcome Director Qiao, she was dressed very beautifully, a light goose yellow dress with indigo silk buttons, which not only matched the simple mourning period, but also perfectly set off the girl's fair skin and upright figure.
Ahem, this outfit is certainly not one that shows off one’s gold aesthetic.
Chen Fu threatened him, "Everyone is going to the city wall to pick up Principal Qiao. If you dare to wear work clothes, I, your father, will immediately hang myself at the gate of Yiyuan!" In order to save his father's fragile neck, Xianjin finally gave up his work clothes and put on new clothes.
To be honest, with Xianjin's aesthetic taste, she couldn't find anything good about this dress.
The color is light and not resistant to dirt; the hem is too wide and not convenient for running; the buttons on the collar are green and look like lettuce.
Xianjin happily shared his final reverie about "lettuce" with Chen Fu.
Chen Fu held his head in his hands, his whole body twisted with grief and anger.
He didn't understand, he didn't understand that Ai Niang even looked for vases and gourds with colors that matched the seasonal flowers.
As her own daughter, why didn't she pursue beauty at all?
Not only that, they also tried to assimilate him with their dirty dark brown color! Corrupt him! Invade him!
After changing his clothes, Xianjin finally got what he looked good at.
It is the waist that is as slender as a willow in the wind, the slender and straight neck under the budding collar, and the skirt that flutters slightly when walking briskly...
Well, she admitted that it was okay to abandon practicality and convenience and occasionally pursue something flashy and extravagant.
Of course, the price of good looks is that it's a bit cold now.
Qiao Hui lowered his eyes and quickly glanced at the girl, his gaze fixed on the girl's slender waist. He turned his head away as if his eyes were burning, his throat moved slightly, and his tone was calm, "Are you cold?"
Xianjin nodded honestly, "A little bit."
The clothing of men in the Wei Dynasty was complicated. Qiao Hui unbuttoned his outer shirt and handed it to Xianjin, "Put it on." He added, "It's brand new material. It's really a bargain for you."
Xianjin: ...Except for being able to touch this guy's abdominal muscles for free, she refuses to acknowledge any other benefits.
Xianjin didn't bother to be polite and took it decisively.
In this era, if you catch a cold or a fever, taking bitter medicine is not a big deal. But if the disease cannot be controlled and develops all the way down to the lungs, you will be doomed.
The coat was warm, as if it had just been taken off the stove, with the heat unique to young people.
Xianjin put the dress on his shoulders naturally and said, "I'll return it to you after you pass the second gate. I don't mind your tiredness from the journey, and you don't mind me either - this dress is new too! I just put it on today, and it cost my father eight cents of silver!"
Qiao Hui lowered his head and curled his lips, with a smile on his face, but he didn't know what he was laughing at. After a long while, he spoke again, "Speaking of which, I have a favor to ask you."
"What's the matter?"
"Help me find a reliable builder. We have a house in Xuancheng Prefecture, just east of the city. We haven't lived there for more than ten years. We came back so late that we didn't have time to repair it."
Qiao Hui took off his outer shirt, but his clothes were still neat and tidy. His dark brown straight-cut casual clothes with gold-stamped edges were meticulously done, without even a wrinkle. "I saw that your shop in Jixi was well-maintained. That one is very good."
This guy's coat is a bit long, so he has to carry it while walking to look more gold.
"Of course you can!"
Good at picking peaches!
She selected that construction company after comparing four or five companies!
Xianjin spoke seriously, "If it is a well-preserved three-story house, it can be tidied up in half a year - apply some varnish, paint the furniture, clear the weeds in the yard, and plant some flowers and trees with good meanings..."
Qiao Hui shook his head. "It doesn't need to be so elaborate. It's fine as long as it's habitable."
Xianjin frowned.
Qiao Hui stopped there, "You won't be staying here for long. Maybe you'll have to go back to the capital."
"Master Qiao is going too?" Xianjin asked, "His foot...didn't he come back to recuperate?"
Qiao Hui was silent for a moment. "It's to recuperate, but also to avoid disaster. The overall situation in the capital has been settled, but there are still fights going on down there. Father is injured and weak now. If he is implicated again, there will be no way to save him."
Oh, after the fight is over, they will eventually return to the capital.
Since Qiao Hui is not going to take the imperial examination anymore, where is his next move?
Xianjin remembered what Wen Fucheng said at the city gate today, "Even if you are not granted a title, you must join the Imperial Guard and have a golden rice bowl."
Is it because of the merits in Fuliu?
They are all worthy of being knighted.
I'm afraid it's still a great achievement.
Xianjin's eyes were rolling around, and in Qiao Hui's eyes, he looked a bit like a cunning little squirrel with his arms full of pine cones.
Qiao Hui put his hands behind his back and raised his eyebrows, "I can see the abacus beads in your eyes, they are clacking, I don't know what you are calculating!"
Then he confessed and was lenient, "...I killed the Japanese general Song Shifuren at sea, and found my uncle Dingyuan Hou who was trapped on a deserted island along the East China Sea, which solved the dilemma of the war at that time."
Xianjin didn't dare to guess what reward he would get for killing the Japanese general.
However, if this happened in the future, Qiao Hui would be worshipped by the National Temple after his death! He would be promoted and become rich, and reach the pinnacle of his life!
The first incense!
If only she could enjoy the first scent.
Most Chinese people, when they reach a certain age, will realize the importance of planning their afterlife...
No wonder Wen Fucheng said that “being granted a title” is possible!
Xianjin said with a "tsk". "When you haven't seen a man for three days, you should look at him with new eyes. Our Baoyuan has survived a great disaster and will surely have good fortune in the future. Now he is also a successful young hero!"
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