Poor family mother and son

A civilian tavern in the south of the city is very small, only one floor, no second floor, Qiao Wanqi cleared the place, drove the shopkeeper and the waiter into the back kitchen to watch the pot, and he took two of his men to sit down at the dining table to drink tea and wait. .

Xiaobao and Zhuo Yao were alone in the utility room, which was also the shopkeeper's lounge, the door was tightly closed.

In the small space, Xiao Bao sat on the shopkeeper's simple small bed, surrounded by spare tables, chairs, cooking utensils, and dishes.

Zhuo Yao stood in the middle of the ground and immediately knelt down.

Now that he has confessed to Chu Qing, there is no obstacle for Zhuo Yao to confess to Xiaobao, but he regrets the friendship with Xiaobao.

He felt that it was time to separate from Xiaobao by explaining everything clearly today.

Xiaobao was taken aback, what is this, kneel down if there is a disagreement?With one stroke, Zhuo Yao was picked up.

The food in the palace was delicious, and he didn't gain a few pounds of meat for nothing, and his strength also increased. Although picking up Zhuo Yao was a bit laborious, it was just a matter of one hand.

"Ah yes!" Xiaobao was very serious: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't kneel!"

Although his voice hadn't changed yet, the tone of his voice was cold and serious, Zhuo Yao's heart trembled, and there was a faint fear, which he had never felt before facing Chu Qing.

Standing instead of kneeling, Zhuo Yao told Xiaobao what he had confessed to Chu Qing, and then let Xiaobao hang his head down, waiting for Xiaobao to say "you go".

Zhuo Yao felt that Xiaobao would not get angry with him, nor would he ask him why he lied to him, no, Xiaobao looked like a child, but his mind surpassed his mother's, and his cruelty far surpassed his mother's.

Xiaobao will not kill him, he believes in Xiaobao's kindness.

Several years of getting along, whether it is long or short, he thinks that Xiao Bao will treat him as a stranger, and then say coldly: "You go."

This will be Xiaobao's greatest tolerance and kindness towards him, he dare not expect anything else.

Chu Qing should really want to drive herself away, right?He didn't drive him away, maybe he wanted to wait for Xiaobao to make a decision, right?
However, he didn't want to hear this sentence, but it seemed that there was no other result.

Zhuo Yao lowered his head, but pictures flashed in his mind...

"It should be [-], but it is [-], right?" An immature and crisp child's voice, it was Xiaobao. At that time, he was only three or less than four years old, right?

Then he replied in a dazed and foolish way, "Ah... yes!"

"That... Ah yes, this is my mother, her name is Chu Qing, and my name is Xiao Bao." Xiao Bao introduced his mother and himself in this way.

... During the Chinese New Year, Chu Qing led his group of soldiers to make dumplings collectively, wrapped them with a curtain and placed them on the ground in the courtyard, and they were frozen hard in a short while.

And Xiaobao, dressed thickly, like a bun, with a small bun tightly tied on the top of his head, and tied with a red hairband embroidered with tigers, muttering, "Mi, Mi, Zhuaner, Ka Dao is not good." Eat!"

…When rescuing Bai Hua, he encountered Donglun soldiers in the forest, and Chu Qing covered himself with arrow after arrow in the rear, even refusing to stop when his muscles were torn…

...Also, that little child doesn't think his feet are full of mud at all, squatting on the ground and insisting on applying medicine to his injured toe...

...When he was assassinated by the princess of Donglun, in order to protect himself, Xiao Bao was forced to kneel on the ground by the big knife chopped off by the masked man, and the empty door in his waist and abdomen was wide open...

In order to take care of his injured self, Xiaobao's eyes were swollen from crying, and he personally carried a large tray with millet porridge and black fish soup on it, and a shiny chamber pot under his arm...

As if waiting for the final verdict, Zhuo Yao felt that time passed both fast and slow, and in his heart, he was afraid that Xiaobao would say that sentence, but he had to wait for that sentence.

"That's it? Let's go, go to dinner, I'll introduce Old Qiao and the others to you!" Xiaobao said.

That's it?

"You..." Zhuo Yao didn't understand Xiao Bao's meaning, and was a little at a loss. Xiao Bao had already held his hand: "I still think it's such a big deal!"

Then he opened the door and walked out with Zhuo Yao.

When Zhuo Yao was thinking wildly and recalling the past, Xiao Bao was actually in a complicated mood.

Huang Zhong had reminded him before that Chu Qing might have "eyes" around him, Xiaobao, like Chu Qing, was thinking about those big court ladies, or Zhuo Yao's newly recruited guards after the death of the 48 brothers.

At that time, I didn't care too much, thinking that with Zhuo Yao watching, even if he had "eyes", he would not be able to make a difference.

But who would have thought that Zhuo Yao was the "eye"?
However, Xiaobao was relieved very quickly.

Even if Zhuo Yao was the "eye", it didn't do any harm to their mother and child. Not only that, Zhuo Yao and Xiao Bao had experienced life and death several times in the past nine years, and the sacrifice to save their lives when their lives were hanging by a thread was not fake.

Moreover, since Zhuo Yao is the "eye", he should be able to recognize other "eyes", but as Zhuo Yao said just now, he is the only one, and there is no one else, not even those court ladies.

Also, Zhuo Yao's father is still in the hands of the emperor, so Zhuo Yao's exposing himself is tantamount to putting his father on the knife's edge, so what can't be trusted?

No matter how close people are, there will be concealment and reservations. Xiaobao will not say everything to Chu Qing—that is between his son and his mother. Since Zhuo Yao has not done anything to betray them, enough.

"You... still trust me?" Zhuo Yao asked hesitantly, feeling like a dream.

"Ah yes," Xiaobao saw that he refused to leave the room, so he simply backed away and looked up at him halfway: "Don't let me coax you, I'm still a baby!"

When he spoke, his expression was serious and serious.

Zhuo Yao looked at the top of Xiao Bao's head, his eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The 12-year-old Xiaobao is taller than the average child, reaching the height of Zhuo Yao's lips, but he said he is still a baby.

Xiaobao was telling him that he didn't care about his concealment, he had always trusted him, and with him by his side, Xiaobao could have fun being a baby.

Xiaobao took Zhuo Yao's hand and came to Qiao Wanqi's table. Qiao Wanqi had been staring at their holding hands since the two of them showed up.

Damn!It's outrageous!

I also do things for you kid, why didn't I see you and me getting close?
"Old Qiao, let me introduce you. This is my home, yes." Xiaobao introduced to Qiao Wanqi again.

Old Joe!It's the second time!
Qiao Wanqi's nose was about to turn crooked, that stupid big guy was obviously several years older than him, why is it your family? Yes, I'm Old Qiao?

Where am I getting old?I'm not younger than him?Besides, I look better than him!Look how dark he is!
"Old Qiao, be polite!" Zhuo Yao clasped his fists at Qiao Wanqi.

Hey!
"Ah yes, this is Old Qiao, my friend, you are very skilled...Old Qiao, return your purse, yes!" Xiaobao shouted before the introduction.

Qiao Wanqi handed back a purse to Zhuo Yao in a shy manner.

He wanted to take revenge on Zhuo Yao for calling him "Old Qiao", so he took his purse, how did this little Hades find out?Has the craftsmanship regressed?

You shouldn't have met this little Hades today!As soon as I meet this kid, I will recite words!
Zhuo Yao: "Uh...how did you do it? Why don't I feel it?"

Xiaobao: "I just said he is good at martial arts."