Lantingyuan has prepared a separate exercise room and backyard for Xiaojingkong, where he can play to his fullest.
After putting him down, Xiao Heng went to the study to do his own business.
Shangguan Qing was carried into the study by two servants, his cheeks were thin, and he was described as embarrassed and miserable.
Xiao Heng was arranging the desk, and was startled by his appearance: "What's wrong with you? Have you been beaten?"
Shangguan Qing motioned to the servant to help him to the chair opposite the desk.
The servant helped him to the southeast corner, he shook his head, his eyes signaled: "I want the seat over there."
That seat is facing his younger brother, and he can reveal his tragic situation without any blind spots.
It has to be said that the father and son have excellent wisdom and talent in "showing themselves".
After he sat down with difficulty and pain, he said to the servant, "Okay, you can retire."
The two servants withdrew without saying a word.
Xiao Heng flipped through the books in his hand, picked out the ones that needed to be dried, glanced at him, and said, "You are my father's own son, no one in Zhaodu should dare to beat you? Let me guess, I want to Fire cannon?"
Shangguan Qing sucked in a breath of cold air. Who the hell is this stinky brother? Can you see through his mind at a glance
He opened his mouth.
Xiao Heng didn't give him a chance: "Don't deny it, see through it."
Shangguan Qingjun's face sank.
He took off his disguise in a second, put his feet on the table, folded his hands behind his head, leaned his whole body on the back of the chair, and said casually, "Tell me, where did I show my stuff?"
Xiao Heng said amusingly: "You didn't reveal anything, I cheated you."
Shangguan Qing's body was shocked, even if that girl cheated me, you cheated me too! You two are a match made in heaven!
"I don't care." He turned his face away and said angrily, "Bring you a little monk, I will lose half of my life! You have to make ten new fire guns for me!"
"Two." Xiao Heng bargained.
Shangguan Qingshu retracted his feet on the table, sat up straight, stared at Xiao Heng and said, "Don't you cut the price in half?"
Xiao Heng thought for a while: "Then... a handful?"
Two and a half, that's one.
Shangguan Qing narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I'll tell the princess, just say you bullied me."
Xiao Heng said calmly and calmly: "You can still be bullied by a weak scholar like me after the poison has been cured. It seems that you are not enough in your daily life, brother."
Shangguan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth: "Three, can't be less."
Xiao Heng: "Deal."
Shangguan Qing: "You don't struggle anymore this time?"
If I had known, I would have said four!
The series of daily fights against his younger brother ended, and Shangguan Qing returned to his yard.
And Xiao Jingkong finished practicing, reading books, and doing homework, and the sun was approaching three poles, and she finally waited until Gu Jiao came out of the room.
He jumped off the swing frame and ran towards Gu Jiao with all his strength.
"Jiaojiao!"
He opened his small arms and was about to throw himself into Gu Jiao's arms as usual.
However, just in the middle of the fall, he stopped in time.
He sank into his dantian, stabilized his lower plate, his small feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and his small body swayed, trying not to let himself fall on the ground.
He raised his head and looked at Gu Jiao in disbelief, his little finger pointed at her face: "Jiao... Jiaojiao?"
Gu Jiao bent her lips, stepped forward, raised her hand and moved his little head: "Wow, what are you doing? You get tanned again."
On the day of the wedding, it was still a boiled egg, but now it has almost become a bright little braised egg.
"what!"
He hurriedly covered his head, and said aggrievedly and resentfully, "It's all your fault Brother Qing! He took me on the boat for three days! I was dried into a small fish!"
Gu Jiao thought of that scene, smiled and bent over.
She smiled happily, and Xiao Jingkong was addicted to her smile and felt very happy too.
"But Jiaojiao." He looked at her left face curiously, "Why are there no flowers on your face?"
flower
Gu Jiao was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly realized one thing, Xiao Jingkong just didn't say a double word.
He has grown up and is no longer the three-year-old monk who just came down the mountain.
There was an indescribable feeling in Gu Jiao's heart.
Are you happy
Or melancholy
There seems to be a bit of reluctance.
I want to rub him back and be that little dumpling who follows her ass all day long and calls her Jiaojiao in a milky voice.
When he opened his eyes and couldn't see her, he would cry dimly, let her plant a kiss on his little face, and water him every day to wait for the little buds to sprout.
Always sit on the threshold and wait for her to come home.
"Jiaojiao, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Jingkong asked her out loud when she saw Gu Jiao suddenly staring at him and didn't speak.
There was concern and worry in his small eyes.
No matter how she grew up, it was still her headroom.
Gu Jiao stroked his little head and said softly, "Because I have grown up too, that flower is gone."
The six-year-old Xiao Jingkong thought about it seriously, combined all his written knowledge and agricultural knowledge, and said, "Is it like the begonia flower? Are the flowers going to bear small fruits?"
The pea shoots he grows in the country will bloom and bear fruit.
Gu Jiao thought about it and said, "I don't know yet."
"Oh." He thought of the pea seedlings in the countryside again. He wasn't sure if every one of them had bloomed and fruited, so he decided to plant a few more to observe.
Xiao Jingkong looked at Gu Jiao, her big eyes were full of the cleanliness and innocence of a child: "Jiaojiao, don't be sad! You are still very good-looking without Xiaohua! The best!"
Children have their own unique aesthetics. In Xiao Jingkong's eyes, no matter whether Gu Jiao has a birthmark or not, she is the most beautiful girl in the world!
…
On the other side, Marquis Xuanping personally went out and captured Young Master Mingyue and his guards near Bishui Hutong.
He took the two back to a place in the Xuanping Marquis mansion dedicated to interrogating disobedient people.
A person like him, with blood on his hands, is not a gentleman in secret.
The carriage stopped at the gate of the courtyard.
The guard lifted the curtain, Xuanping Marquis took the veil to wipe the blood on his hands, and said lightly: "Chang Jing is not here, this kind of trivial matter has to be brought by the Marquis himself."
The guards did not dare to say a word.
Young Master Mingyue is not easy to deal with, and ordinary dark guards can't help him.
The Marquis of Xuan Ping threw away the handkerchief that had wiped the blood, and got off the carriage with a cold expression.
Young Master Mingyue and his bodyguards were tied up in a darkened room on a wooden frame.
The guards fainted without being beaten.
Young Master Mingyue is still awake. He has not been tortured for the time being.
With his arms outstretched, he was immobilized by the chains, and blood splattered from the corners of his mouth, hitting the cold floor drop by drop along his grime-stained chin.
He looked at Marquis Xuanping coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Marquis Xuanping stepped onto the execution platform fearlessly, like the king of the dark night, Young Master Mingyue's murderous aura was instantly suppressed by his aura, like a mud bull entering the sea.
Young Master Mingyue's eyes trembled fiercely.
This man is dangerous!
Marquis Xuanping said in a powerful way: "This Marquis doesn't like nonsense, and I'm not used to going around in circles. You can honestly explain who you are, who is killing the sky, and what is your relationship with Jianlu. There's more."
He said, and winked at the guard beside him.
The guard understood, stepped forward and tore open Young Master Mingyue's shirt, revealing his strong and strong chest.
And above his atrium, there is a dark red and black place.
Marquis Xuanping squinted slightly: "It turns out that you have been poisoned by Gu poison, no wonder your skill has been eaten away so that you can't use it."
Young Master Mingyue gritted his teeth and turned his face: "I won't say it."
Xuanping Hou smiled lightly: "You don't need to say it, Ben Hou has already guessed it."
Young Master Mingyue looked at him, frowning, "What did you guess?"
The Marquis of Xuan Ping hehe said: "You escaped from the sword cottage privately, and you also brought the sword out secretly, but without it, you can't go back."
Young Master Mingyue's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at him in disbelief.
Xuanping Marquis paced a few steps in front of him and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the sword is the key to getting to the Jianhu, there must be some passages and institutions that can only be opened with it, no wonder you are so generous Draw the map, you are sure that we can't go to the island, and even if we do, we will all die in those institutions."
Young Master Mingyue couldn't believe it was true.
Xuanping Marquis of Zhao State, he has stayed in Zhao State for so long, how could he have never heard of such a number one person
But isn't this man a brash man with strong limbs and a simple mind
Why is he completely different from the rumored one
Xuanping Marquis turned around, walked down the steps leisurely, raised his hand, and said casually, "Kill him."
"Yes!" The guard cupped his hands and drew out the long sword from his waist.
Young Master Mingyue's heart skipped a beat.
Isn't he going to interrogate himself
Where is this going
He didn't say anything about killing the sky, and he didn't say anything about his origins. He didn't want to know!
"Aren't you being too hasty!"
Xuanping Hou turned back and smiled arrogantly: "With the map and key, you have no value. I want to know what I want to know, and I can find out when I go to the island."
The guard slashed his head with a sword!
Young Master Mingyue blurted out almost instinctively: "I am the young master of Jianlu! The head is my father!"
Marquis Xuanping waved his long arm and fired a hidden weapon, which missed the guard's long sword.
Young Master Mingyue has never felt death so clearly.
The cold sweat all over his body came out, mixed with blood and water, sticking to his clothes.
This man is horrible.
Did he really plan to kill himself, or was he sure he would confess
The worst thing is that people have no time to lie at the moment of death, and they are all true!
hateful!
The Marquis of Xuanping looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "So, Young Master Jianlu, are you happy to cooperate?"
(End of this chapter)