A piece of paper

If you have something to talk about, the afternoon passes quickly.

As the sky is about to fall, red lanterns are lit at the four corners. The courtyard on the central axis of the old emblem-style building has the largest lanterns and the reddest lights.

Xiong Zhifu is back.

When they came back, Xian Jin and You Niang had finished dinner and were chatting with Mrs. Luo Shi.

I don't know whether it was the Liuzhang Xuan in the morning that played a role, or Yo Niang's face played a role. When I came to say hello after dinner, the gate of Luo's courtyard was wide open.

Luo Shi is somewhat similar to You Niang, with a round face, thick eyebrows, thin bones, and soft-spoken, obviously Jiangnan people.

Standing tall and straight, Xian Jin stood beside these two, like two short white porcelain statues, standing a long and thin flower dendrobium with a narrow mouth.

Narrow-mouthed Dendrobium is used to meeting people and talking nonsense.

Luo Shi said that the yellow croaker and soft-shelled turtle in the south of the Yangtze River are delicious to eat, and Xian Jin mentioned that the Dongtou seaweed in Wenzhou can do a few taels in empty mouth;
Luo Shi said that Jiangnan's mahjong style is different from Huizhou's, and Xianjin took advantage of the trend to follow through one by one;
Luo Shi said that silk flower hairpins are not as flexible as fresh flowers, and Xian Jin laughed immediately, "Any kind of flower, if you put it on Madam's face, you will make it more vivid."

The main one is to flatter my wife with a wealth of knowledge.

Really do everything has an echo.

Xiong Zhifu stepped into the door, and laughed at Yan Yan when he heard the inside talk.

Xian Jin followed Yo Niang to get up.

Luo Shi accepted Xiong Zhifu's outer cloak with a smile, and introduced with a relaxed expression, ".Didn't you always hear that the shopkeeper of Chen Ji's Jingxian Workshop is a little girl? Here——"

Xian Jin hurriedly put his hands on his left knee to say hello, and said loudly, "Master Futai, daughter of Chen Fu, please take care of Master Futai."

Xiong Zhifu was taken aback.

This little girl is too angry.

Prefect Xiong walked into the cubicle to get the pancreas in his hands without rushing, lowered his head and said casually, "The surname has also been changed to 'Chen'?"

Xian Jin restrained his raised eyebrows.

Actually know her!

"Master Huifutai's words have not been changed, and the surname is still He!" The voice was still full of anger.

Xiong Zhifu smiled, dried his hands with a dry silk handkerchief, turned around and sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, handed the handkerchief to Luo Shi, and looked up at the girl in front of him.

He is tall and straight, with a plain face facing the sky, wearing dark brown linen clothes, his face is pale, and his eyes are as bright as torches.

It looks sharp and lean.

When the superiors see the juniors, what they like the most is those who are like gold, who are not sloppy in their actions and words, generous and full of energy.

Xiong Zhifu nodded.

Xian Jin didn't know what he was agreeing with.

"...I remember you." Xiong Zhifu put one hand on the square table, with a long mustache in the Chinese character, he didn't look like a mansion chief, but a squire who had nothing to do with the world, "Huaimin mourning hall, your father You went crazy while carrying a coffin, and Mrs. Qu hit your knee with a cane, hitting your back."

The expression on Zhifu Xiong's face was blocked by his beard, "Is that you?"

Xian Jin was amazed by Xiong Zhifu's memory.

Is it true that people who have worked to a certain level have amazing memory?

In her previous life, her director always remembered that there were two typos on the eighth page of her first draft—it is estimated that after she died, her condolences would be mourned, and her director could complain to the guests while crying, "Yes, yes, she is the only one who writes papers. , the second line on the eighth page!"

Xian Jin withdrew his thoughts, nodded hurriedly, "It's me!" He laughed again, "At that time, I was in pain, so I didn't have time to say hello to you!"

Zhifu Xiong's beard moved, probably because the mouth under the beard was smiling, and he turned his head and said to Luo Shi, "A few months ago, someone told me that Chen couldn't remember that the head of the family was Mrs. Qu, and the manager of the old shop was an old lady. Little girl, Chen Ji is in charge of the Detachment of Women's Army."

Luo Shi smiled gently, "Chen Ji is open-minded, don't you remember? There are also many female bosses in our hometown in Yuhang. Aren't the embroidery houses in Dongzhuang and the cloth shops in Xizhuang all run by women?"

Magistrate Xiong stroked his beard, and said disapprovingly, "Whoever manages well is the master. What do you care about men and women?"

Xian Jin's eyebrows twitched.

So this is the reason Yo Niang is relatively free?

Magistrate Xiong pointed to Xian Jin again, "We haven't produced Liuzhangxuan in the past five years in Xuancheng, but this little girl has actually produced Liuzhangxuan. I think it's best to go to Chen Ji to learn from other papers and learn a lesson. Know your shame and then be brave, don’t praise me with your mouth, but be jealous in your heart, and beat around the bush to give me eye drops.”

Eye drops?
What eye drops?
Who gets eye drops?

Xian Jin's eyebrows did not move, and his face still maintained a respectful posture.

Yo Niang covered her handkerchief with one hand and yawned softly, pulling Luo Shi to act like a baby, "Auntie, you will be sleepy when you enter Zhongqiu!"

Luo Shi glanced at Xianjin, smiled and asked the big maid to send You Niang back, and then took an embroidery shed and sat on the Taishi chair in the cubicle, showing that he was there, but not in his heart——Despite the age difference between Xiongzhifu and Xianjin There, but there is a difference between men and women, and it is very polite for Luo Shi to volunteer to act as a buffer zone.

Xian Jin glanced at Luo Shi gratefully.

Magistrate Xiong blew away the floating leaves in the teacup, "A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. It is a great achievement for you to make a six-foot declaration, but there are also many people who used the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard to sue Chen Ji for black complaints— —I heard that you and Fang Zhi got very close?"

Xian Jin knew that he should kneel down.

but.

She doesn't want to kneel.

Qiao Daoer is not a sinner, she doesn't need to kneel down to help Qiao Daoer make amends.

"Master Qiao, I taught my little girl about her studies." Xian Jin lowered his head, his voice was still loud and frank, "My little girl has been taken care of by Master Qiao a lot, so after the Qingcheng Mountain Academy incident, my little girl took the young girl under Master Qiao's knee to Chen Ji. Your kindness should be reciprocated by the fountain!"

Xiong Zhifu nodded again.

Nodding, it seems to be the habitual action of this Futai lord.

It's not considered agreeing with anything, just giving an ambiguous attitude?

"Let's take care of Baozhu. Baoyuan guesses that he has a deep heart. He knows that someone will do his best to take care of his little sister, so he will go out?"

It's a question, but Xiong Zhifu doesn't need an answer.

Magistrate Xiong took another sip of tea, tasted the soup in his mouth, and said with a smile, "This Fuding white tea is really good, not astringent in the mouth, and has a sweet aftertaste."

Xian Jin suddenly raised his head.

Prefect Xiong put down the teacup without raising his eyes, "Have you ever drunk this white tea?"

Xian Jin's throat moved, and he said in a low voice, "Master Qiao once gave a box to my little girl."

Magistrate Xiong nodded again with a smile, and said casually, "It's been a bit of a grind - the water prison can't kill people, but it can make people dizzy, hands and feet fester, and even if they don't die, their skin will peel off. Tan Hua in the early years Lang, and there are peaches and plums all over the world, and ordinary fifth-rank government officials can't afford such a person."

Xian Jin clenched her hands tightly, she didn't know if she understood.

Prefect Xiong, should you send her another message and tell her in a cryptic way that Qiao Shanchang will not die?
At least, recently, during the detention period of Yingtian Mansion, Qiao Shanchang couldn't die? !

What about after that?