Our Baoyuan?
us?
Me and you?
us?
Qiao Hui suppressed the twitching of his cheek muscles, took a deep breath, and turned his head, as if picking up something randomly, his tone was steady, "Don't make jokes here, I don't see any future blessings. I only know that the young hero is now almost frozen to death by the wind for some little green onion."
Xianjin stretched out his arms, which were green and yellow and really looked like a long and thin scallion.
Xianjin laughed, wrapped his coat tightly with his backhand, and said with his neck stiff, "Just now you were acting like a hero, now you have to hold on even if you grit your teeth - anyway, I'm warm now."
Qiao Hui couldn't help but laugh along, and at the right moment, he said casually, "You and Erlang are really interesting now. Last time I saw you two were chatting and laughing, and today when I saw you again, you were talking to each other without saying a word. I remember that you two had a good relationship before, and Erlang even went to the shop at noon to teach your employees to read... What happened now?"
Xianjin's smile faded, "It's nothing. After all, he's getting old. Erlang will be in mourning in August or September, right? When he passes the imperial examination next spring, the marriage will be arranged right after that. Even if brothers and sisters are related by blood, they have to avoid suspicion."
What's more, she is just a non-blood-related burden.
The second time.
This was the second time he asked the question.
"Yeah?"
Qiao Hui counted silently in his mind and stopped dwelling on this issue.
After turning a corner, the second gate is right in front.
Qiao Hui started a new topic, "Birthday gift, does Baozhu like it?"
Xianjin nodded, "I didn't say it clearly at the time, I just said it was a small wooden sculpture from Fujian. Baozhu liked it very much when she heard it, and she put it next to her pillow every night to sleep."
Qiao Hui smiled and nodded, "Do you like it?"
Xianjin also nodded, "Not bad, it was carved by our young hero himself. The gift is small but the sentiment is great. How can I not like it?"
After a pause, the girl raised her head and smiled seriously, "I just hope that our young hero will ascend to heaven one day, and his family and friends will ascend to heaven as well. Next time, don't send me a wooden one. Be more generous and just send me a golden one! A solid one! One that's heavy enough to give me a bump on the back of my foot, that would be the best!"
Qiao Hui: ...
real.
He stayed in the dark cabin, picked up a thin knife, scraped the sawdust bit by bit, and explored the wooden tenon structure that he had never touched before...
He is wasting his time!
He should have taken two large boxes, one box filled with gems and the other box filled with gold and silver, and thrown them in front of the cunning little squirrel!
Hit her so hard that she's dizzy!
Hit her so hard that she's blinded by money!
Smash her till she doesn't know what's good for her!
Qiao Hui stroked his forehead and said, "How about this - on your birthday next year, I will use gold to make you a golden version of He Xianjin that is tall on one side and heavy on the other, with rubies as eyes and emeralds as a mouth.
"Let's be the most beautiful girl with a smell of money in the whole Xuancheng Prefecture, what do you think?"
Xianjin raised his head and smiled with his eyebrows curved.
In front of the second door porch, a slender girl looked up and smiled like a bright star;
The ruthless young man had a look of helplessness on his brows, but the corners of his mouth were raised involuntarily.
What a beautiful picture.
Chen Jianfang turned the corner and ran into the scene under the starry sky.
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