After all, Ping An is much more enlightened and knowledgeable than these people, so it is still very easy to establish a good relationship with an ancient man.
After the two of them had dinner, the maid and Xiaoya also came back.
The three saluted the two of them, then began to clear the table, and soon served the high-quality tea, which was lingering in fragrance. On such a day, Ping An felt almost like a god.
"Brother, how many people are there on this mountain? Can everyone be so comfortable?" Ping An asked.
"... Of course it's impossible, but the conditions are not bad." Qiao Mengchen pondered for a while when he answered this time.
"You have soldiers on the mountain?" Ping An looked at him with curious eyes, as if he was really just curious about the things here.
"There must be soldiers. In such a big cottage, many people live here. If there are no soldiers, if they are attacked by someone, the people here will just wait to die."
"Then how many people are there? Tell me."
"This is a secret on the mountain. I will tell you when you meet your father." Qiao Mengchen didn't let her ask any questions this time.
It's not surprising that Ping An is such a secret, even if she is sure that she is the daughter of Village Master Qiao, she may not be told to her.
After all, I grew up in Kyoto, the daughter of Prime Minister Luo, and the concubine of the Eighth Prince.
After all, it is the opposite of Qi Yunshan.
Ping An didn't ask any more questions, the two of them drank tea for a while, and then a man who looked like a servant came in, and after saluting, he whispered a few words to Qiao Mengchen.
Qiao Mengchen sent her away, got up and said, "Sister, wear more clothes. I'll take my sister to see my father. He just finished his work and is free."
Pingan nodded, and went to change clothes first, wrapped in a thick fox fur cloak, and followed Qiao Mengchen out with the stove in his hand.
The two walked, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, they arrived in front of a large house. There were many guards here. Seeing Qiao Mengchen salute, they were very respectful.
Pingan followed Qiao Mengchen up the steps and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a wide yard, and then he looked in and saw a hall. This hall was very large, just like the one in the cottage in the TV series, and a chair in the middle was placed high. In the middle, the lower two rows of chairs are arranged on both sides. A man in a black cloak is sitting on the chair in the center of the hall. He has good eyesight and can be seen clearly from a distance. This man looks a bit vicious.
Ping An looked at Qiao Mengchen at the side again, thinking that the gap between father and son is too big, right
Was Qiao Mengchen his own
The two entered the hall, and Ping An looked up and saw three large characters above the man's head, Hall of Justice.
Although there is not even a door here, it is still cold when you walk in, and it gets warmer as you go in, and when you walk in the middle, it is not so cold anymore.
Qiao Mengchen immediately pulled up his clothes and knelt down, "My son sees his father."
Seeing this, Pingan hesitated for a moment and did not kneel down, looking straight at the man above.
She suddenly discovered that Qiao Mengchen's father was not ugly when viewed from such a close distance, but from a distance with a scar on his face and a beard, he looked a little scary.
This person's eyebrows and eyes turned out to be pretty.
"Luo Qingqing sees the village master, my daughter is being polite." Ping An saluted him, with a peaceful expression on his face, without any other emotions, as calm as if the person above was just an ordinary person.