The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 98 Clumsy
Geng Qing narrowed his eyes, and a leaf from an old tree on the street slowly fell from his sight. Thinking of what he said just now, his body couldn't help shaking, and he quickly put aside his thoughts, turned and returned to the courtyard. It was noon, and it should be the bustle and bustle of the past.

Right now, the courtyard is quiet and there is not a sound to be heard. The earthen stove in the thatched shed, only the firewood put in it, is still crackling and burning, and wisps of blue smoke are rising.

Geng Qing frowned. The water in the pot had already boiled. At this time, my mother must be cooking. There were a group of men punching with sticks in the courtyard just now. Why did they go out? There was no one at home?
"Qiao Niang?!"

The cowardly little girl in the past didn't respond at all, Geng Qing's heart skipped a beat, not even the little fox was seen playing in the yard.

Lifting the hem of his robe, he hurriedly walked to the wooden building in front. The door was closed tightly. He remembered that it was still open when he was discharged from the hospital.

Immediately, instead of going to the middle hall, he went straight up to the third floor and returned to the room. He dug out the six-hole firearm from the cabinet, put it in the gunpowder bag, drew the bowstring, and then hung it by his side. Going up the stairs to the back, in the sound of slowly depressing footsteps, I could faintly hear the rustling sound inside against the wall, and after a while, it disappeared again.

Is there an ambush?
Sticking to the foot of the wall, after passing here, I found a quiet window lattice, gently opened the gap, and it was a small room for storing sundries.

After observing that there was no one inside, Geng Qing jumped up and sat up, turned his legs and moved into the room. As soon as his feet landed, he heard rustling noises behind the debris, towards the door.

Geng Qing walked over slowly with his footsteps pressed, and slowly raised the six-hole firearm in his hand.

Then, his expression froze, in front of him, the door was slightly opened, and a small figure was lying there, with his buttocks pouted, his skirt raised up, looking out at Zhongtang through the gap, muttering in his small mouth.

"It's strange, I heard Mr. footsteps just now, why didn't you come in?"

The annoying cicadas continued outside, and the room was a little quiet. Qiao Niang lay there, and suddenly felt footsteps approaching. She frowned slightly and was about to turn her head. On her raised buttocks, there was a 'snap' , the little girl jumped up like a cat stepping on its tail, screaming "Ah--".

Qiao Niang turned around, seeing the smiling face, her little face blushed immediately, she hurriedly covered the back of the long skirt, and faltered and called out with her face down: "Sir."

"What are you doing hiding here? I heard you muttering as soon as you came in."

Geng Qing tilted her body to look at her, the girl lowered her face even lower and almost buried it on her slightly swollen chest, at this moment, her mother's voice sounded outside: "Qiao Niang, what's wrong?!"

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps, and the door of the utility room was pulled open. Wang Jinqiu stood at the door with the men in the yard, a little surprised why Geng Qing was here.

Being watched by so many people, Qiao Niang next to the young man gently pulled the corner of Geng Tsing Yi, her face and neck blushed, and she whispered: "Today is my husband's birthday, my aunt said that I will give it to him. Let everyone hide first. "

It turned out to be the case.

Geng Qing also let out a sigh of relief, seeing the old man Geng being pushed out of the room by Bai Yunxiang and shaking his little hand at him, no wonder this woman colludes with her co-authors if she refuses to go to the shop early this morning.

But when he saw a group of people smiling and clapping their hands around him to celebrate his birthday, and his mother brought longevity noodles, he suddenly felt that it was worth being cheated once.

"Uncle, I gave it to you."

Bai Yunxiang took out a jade pendant, which she picked out yesterday, it was carved with moiré pattern, simple and elegant, sure enough, she could clearly figure out what Geng Qing liked about this woman.

As for, Qiao Niang looked at the jade pendant given by the woman, looked down at the things in her hand, and quietly hid behind her.

Most of the people around didn't notice the little girl's expression. Wang Jinqiu brought the noodle bowl over and stuffed it into his son's hand.

"Zhuzi, eat the noodles first, don't bite them off!"

Bai Yunxiang pressed the handkerchief to her chin, and said in agreement: "Listen to Auntie, don't bite, eat it in one sitting."

In fact, the noodles were cut before they were put into the pot, otherwise they would have been swallowed directly and would have choked Geng Qing to death.

After eating the birthday noodles, I started to cook lunch. In the afternoon after that, Bai Yunxiang didn't leave to go to the shop. It was rare to rest at home, so she changed into a light blue dress, moved a chair and sat on Geng Qing, took a Shaking the cattail fan to repel mosquitoes, I watched the young man fiddle with the long square logs.

Seeing a hole in the wood, suddenly blushing and thinking of something, the embroidered shoes quietly stretched out from under the skirt to rub against Geng Qing's calf.

She was leaning on the chair as if nothing happened, looking at the thatched shed over there, biting her lip and glancing at the little girl from time to time.

"Uncle"

"What?" Geng Qing turned his face to the side, his calf was gently rubbed by the woman, and his heart ached, the light blue dress looked graceful, pure and lustful.

Bai Yunxiang smiled softly, she liked to see this man being teased and ignited, she glanced away from the corner of her captivating eyes, and twitched her chin at the little figure helping to wash the dishes by the straw shed.

"You still can't see it, I like you. This year just turned fourteen, and next year it will be fifteen."

In these years, it is the custom for a woman to marry in the [-]th or [-]th year. After the age of [-], she may be called an old lady. If she wants to marry again, she can only be a side room according to the etiquette, or fill in the house for those who divorced or lost their wives. , Continuation.

Geng Qing followed her gaze and looked at the stove. It's not that he hates Su Qiaoniang, it's too young to look at her with his eyes.

There is always a sense of crime.

After being silent for a while, he said: "Let's talk about it later." He continued to polish the wood, thinking about the preparations he needed to make when he went to the Ministry of Punishment.

Bai Yunxiang smiled lightly, pulled the chair closer, waited for no one in the yard to notice, then pressed her body against it, waited for people to come, and quickly separated, never tired of this kind of stimulation.

Soon, Zhang Huaiyi and others came to invite him to go out to play, and it was late at night when he came back. Except for the helpers on duty, the courtyard and the wooden building were already quiet, and the old man Geng's snoring could still be vaguely heard.

Geng Qing returned to the room smelling of alcohol, and was about to take off his coat when a light and delicate figure came in, brought a bowl of hangover soup and put it on the table, quickly took off his coat, folded it neatly and put it at the end of the bed .

"Sir, sit down, Qiaoniang will come."

As she said that, Qiao Niang shook her braids, ran out of the house quickly, went downstairs to fetch warm water, struggled to hold her in her arms and stumbled in, but Geng Qing refused to let her go up to help.

After wringing out the towel, watching Geng Qing wash his face, he stood beside him, and when the young man finished washing, he poured the warm water into another basin, brought it to Geng Qing's feet, put his boots on his lap and slowly fade away.

"It's really unnecessary, Qiao Niang, you should rest earlier."

"Today is my husband's birthday, let Qiao Niang come."

Looking at the girl squatting in front of his feet stubbornly scrubbing for him, Geng Qing had no choice but to let her go, but when she mentioned her birthday, she asked, "Qiao Niang, what month is your birthday?"

wow~~
With the warm water swaying on the back of the feet, Qiao Niang scrubbed the soles of the man's feet, raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face and laughed, then lowered her voice softly.

"Qiao Niang doesn't remember."

Whoa!
Geng Qing suddenly took out the feet from the basin, the little girl looked puzzled, went to the cabinet, rummaged through, found a wrapped thing, and took out a sachet with butterflies sewn on it.

"Since I don't remember, then it will be on the same day as me. Take this sachet and treat it as my birthday present to you."

"gentlemen."

Qiao Niang stared at his eyes, pursed her lips, suddenly turned around and ran out, thumping down the stairs.

After Geng Qing brought the water out of the room and poured it into the weeds at the end of the corridor, and was about to enter the house, Qiao Niang, who had run away just now, came back again, lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, slightly raised her small face and looked at Geng Qing He hesitated at a glance.

"Mr. Mister will give Qiaoniang a sachet, and Qiaoniang will also give it to Mr."

"Then bring it."

Geng Qing put down the basin, smiled and spread her hands, which made the little girl blush, hesitated for a while, as if mustering courage, then took out the things hidden behind her, and put them in Geng Qing's hands .

It's a pair of soles, the stitching is crooked, and the cut is a little different, it looks like one big and one small.

"Qiaoniang did a great job."

Su Qiaoniang looked at her husband rubbing the soles of the shoes, the redness on her small face had not yet faded, and a new blush appeared on her face, she gave a light 'hmm', and hurriedly picked up the wooden basin on the ground and hugged it in her arms, and hurriedly got down After going upstairs, I heard the sound of the door below being closed with a 'bang'.

"This little girl." Geng Qing rubbed her face, went into the room and closed the door. He is not a good person, but he dare not really marry her. , there is a high probability that it will be one dead body and two dead.

Thinking about it, he blew out the candle, then lay down on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. In the morning of the next day, he first visited the son-in-law, and in the next few days, he listened to the old man talking about taboos and utilitarianism in the officialdom.

Some things Geng Qing didn't expect were added by the old man, and he quickly took a notebook to write them down. Soon, on August [-]th, he went to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to report and met three acquaintances.

(End of this chapter)