When mentioning Sheng Lian's niece, Nephew Qiao looked gloomy.
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The last day in Linzhou.
Governor Wu followed his nephew Qiao's instructions and waited respectfully outside the post station.
"Aunt, today your nephew will take you to visit this prosperous Linzhou."
When I arrived, the streets were deserted because of the plague.
Nephew Qiao thought Jing Qiaoqiao was unhappy, so he waited until Linzhou returned to its former glory and took her out.
We also found Wu Pingyong to be our guide.
This time when he went out, nephew Qiao was very careful.
He was afraid that Hu Wenquan's descendants would come to assassinate him again.
But the strange thing is that I played with Jing Qiaoqiao for a whole day in Linzhou without encountering any danger.
"Is Hu Wenquan's old house here?"
"The Hu family ran away a long time ago," Wu Pingyong explained. "After learning about the existence of the Little Fairy Qiaoqiao, how could they dare to stay?"
"Gone?"
"Yes, they left overnight." Wu Pingyong continued to murmur, "Don't worry, Minister, with the little fairy Qiaoqiao here, they won't dare to take any more risks."
They must have been scared by my performance that night which was so amazing.
Seeing that Wu Pingyong's words made sense, Qiao's nephew stopped thinking about it and said, "Yes, with my aunt here, those dogs will die if they dare to show up again."
But to prevent accidents.
After his nephew Qiao carried him to the teahouse, he had an idea.
I even specially found a storyteller to talk to.
In order to hear what her nephew Qiao had to say, Jing Qiaoqiao poked her head out from her arms.
But she never expected it.
Nephew Qiao is flattering me again.
then……
One hour.
The storyteller came on stage again and began to tell the stories of Hu Wenquan, Sun Guangji and others.
The first part is like storytelling, but the latter part rises to the level of a myth.
"...Instantly, their descendants, seeking revenge, sneaked into the post station late at night and attempted to kill Minister Jing.
At this moment... the little fairy appeared, and the killer inexplicably collapsed to the ground..."
Jing Qiaoqiao opened her little mouth.
With nephew Qiao's planning and layout, I'm afraid I will really become the god of Linzhou.
So, we took a carriage and headed back to Kyoto.
Everyone is talking about the little fairy Jing Qiaoqiao.
Even when he returned to Kyoto, the old emperor personally greeted him at the city gate.
Nephew Qiao held himself in his arms and walked in front of the old emperor in a pretentious manner, bowing.
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."
The old emperor smiled and pursed his lips, then turned sideways and turned to Lu Xiaojia: "Bring the things here."
Jing Qiaoqiao opened her eyes wide and saw a painting falling in front of her.
It's not much different from the one drawn by nephew Joe.
It's just quite infuriating.
Nephew Joe at least drew his own clothes.
Why is she wearing a red bellyband in this painting?
Qiaoqiao: My nephew tried so hard to save it for me, but I am helpless.
I really don't understand why this isn't the picture my nephew Qiao drew for me? My innocence.
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