The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 1247
Coming out of the cemetery, the old man by the side of the stone pier hurriedly greeted him: "Come and meet the young master and the young madam."

Fang Qinglin hurriedly helped him up: "Uncle Fu, you don't need to be polite. Junior sister, this is Uncle Fu."

Xihe smiled and called out: "Uncle Fu."

"Hey!" Uncle Fu replied loudly, smiling with joy.

The three of them went down the mountain, and along the way, Uncle Fu asked Fang Qinglin how he was doing, whether he was used to life, and how easy were the seniors and brothers to get along with?Is Master Zong okay?Wait, the concern is beyond words.

Uncle Fu is an old servant of the Fang family, who has been helping Fang Qinglin guard the old house all these years, and has an adopted son under his knee.

"Young Master, Young Madam, come in quickly. I take care of this yard every day, and everything is still the same as before."

While talking, the three of them had arrived at a four-in-one courtyard, opened the door and entered, the courtyard was really spotless, not a single fallen leaf was seen, it was well-groomed, as if people from the past were still living here.

"Master, do you still remember this swing? My wife used to hold you and sit on it, and the master pushed it behind... And this wooden horse, the master made it for you when you were three years old... The engraving on the tree is your five Measuring height at the age of age, the master engraved it... In a blink of an eye, young master, you are married."

Uncle Fu couldn't help choking up as he spoke, but it's a pity that these masters and wives are all gone.

Fang Qinglin was silent for a moment, and patted Uncle Fu on the shoulder.

"Look at me, I was so busy talking, I forgot that there was still chicken stewed in the pot!" Uncle Fu quickly wiped away his tears, "Young Master, Young Madam, you sit down first, and the old servant will serve the dishes."

The people walked away, and the empty courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Fang Qinglin took Xihe's hand: "Go, I'll take you to my room."

The Fang family used to be a first-class wealthy businessman, and the courtyard was very exquisitely built. Rockery, gardens can be seen everywhere, and koi fish swim leisurely in the fish pond, which has the charm of Jiangnan architecture.

Fang Qinglin's courtyard is next to the main courtyard, open the door and enter, there are wooden horses, wooden swords, tiger shoes, cute hats, children's clothes, the four treasures of the study are placed on the main table, and various graffiti on paper... Fang Qinglin stands in front of the desk .

Xihe walked over with a small hat: "How about using this for our children in the future?"

Fang Qinglin glanced at it, it was an octagonal hat, embroidered with five poisonous insects to ward off evil spirits, it seemed that he could see a gentle woman making a hat for a child with a smile on her lips: "Well, good."

Xihe smiled brightly at him, and went to pick up other things, talking about how to use them in the future.

Fang Qinglin's eyes could not help becoming gentle, and he also walked over, squatting down to discuss together.

In the evening, the two sat down with Uncle Fu to have a meal.

Uncle Fu was very happy. He drank a lot and couldn't even walk. It was his adopted son who came to pick him up.

It was an honest man, and he just said honestly: "Young Master, Young Madam, you should rest well, I will take Dad back to take care of him."

Fang Qinglin nodded: "Go, be careful on the road."

The man carefully supported Uncle Fu, and slowly led him away.

The two of Xihe also closed the door, and after a brief wash, they returned to Fang Qinglin's room.

Lying on the bed, with the cool moonlight shining in from the window, Xihe lay on the young man's chest, with his fingertips unconsciously hooking his belt, already drowsy: "Mr.

Fang Qinglin closed his eyes: "Yes."

Xihe: "I will always be with you, and we will have children in the future, don't be unhappy."

Fang Qinglin opened his eyes and lowered his head. The woman's complexion was fair and her sleeping face was peaceful.

The corner of his mouth curled up unconsciously: "Okay."

She could see that he was not in a high mood today, and she had been silently accompanying him until now.

I can't help but hug the person in my arms tightly. If I get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for.

The next day, after notifying Uncle Fu, the two went to the Taichu Sect.

The Taichu Sect was built on the mountainside. From the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate, there are a total of 99 stone steps. As soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw many disciples climbing the mountain. It is said that this is also one of the homework.

"Five senior brothers!"

Seeing them, the practitioners shook their burdens and ran over excitedly.

"Fifth senior brother, why are you coming back now? I miss you so much!"

Throwing on Fang Qinglin, laughing and fussing: "Senior brother, I heard third senior brother said that you married a bride, who is it? You didn't bring her back... Whoops, who hit me?"

The little disciple covered his head and looked around for the murderer.

Seeing this, the disciple rolled his eyes: "Fool." Then he stepped forward and bowed, "Disciple Lin Mao, pay my respects to Fifth Sister-in-law."

He smiled and looked cute and smart.Xihe smiled and helped him up: "Lin Mao, hello."

With a twist of his wrist, he pulled out a few golden lockets and gave them to the two little disciples.

"Thank you Fifth Sister-in-law." Lin Mao smiled brighter.

The little disciple who 'couldn't see' Xihe also took it with embarrassment, and thanked him in a low voice.

Xihe touched the little guy's head and didn't mind.

Fang Qinglin asked the two children to continue practicing, and took Xihe up. On the way, he met many disciples and ran up cheering. When he saw Xihe, he respectfully called him 'Sister-in-law Fifth'.

By the time Fang Qinglin got to his room, Xihe had already let go of a lot of golden lockers.

Fang Qinglin was helpless: "Just give me something, it doesn't need to be so expensive."

Xihe shot him a look: "I saw that they liked you so much and were happy in my heart, so I couldn't help but throw away the gold coins." There was affection in his eyebrows and eyes, not to mention that this was tantamount to a direct confession?
Fang Qinglin's throat tightened, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and looked away uncomfortably: "This is my bedroom..."

Xihe knew it well, and didn't reveal it, and looked around the room cooperatively.

In fact, there was nothing else, just a few long gowns in the cabinet, pens, ink, and books on the table, and the quilts on the bamboo couch were neatly folded. Xihe sat by the bed, glanced at Fang Qinglin, and lay down on it.

"This one was sewn by my sister-in-law. The clothes of our brothers and sisters are all..." Turning his head, he was dumbfounded for a moment.

Xihe lay on her side, put her hands on her waist, and hooked her fingers.

Fang Qinglin blushed, with a troubled expression: "Junior Sister, this is a sect..."

If he had stood still, Xihe might still have believed him. She lay down with her arms around him, and she said in a false voice, "Master, where are you going? I'm just tired and want to rest for a while."

Fang Qinglin: ...you took your hand out of my clothes.

Because it was daytime, and it was still in the Taichu sect, it stopped after a while.

The young man stood up and put on his clothes. Xihe lay on the bed with his head on his hands, sweeping from his shoulders to his feet, with a regretful expression.

Fang Qinglin turned his head and saw her unfinished look, he was breathless, and with a red face, he went forward to help her pick up the scattered clothes one by one, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back down the mountain."

Xihe's eyes lit up, but he said solemnly: "Is Mr. Xiang in a completely better mood now?"

The young man raised his eyes and gave her a resentful look. With such excitement, he didn't have the time to think about it.

Xihe had a "puchi" laugh, and the flowers trembled with laughter, which made people love and hate.

(End of this chapter)