A piece of paper

When the two arrived at the Castor Hall, Mrs. Qu had already changed into homely clothes and it was inconvenient to see her husband. Therefore, Qiao Hui saluted Mrs. Qu in the flower shelter outside the hall and walked out of the second door quickly.

Well, although he really wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go to Yiyuan to see Xian Jin, oh, and who else, his little chubby girl.

But the situation is still unclear now, and we still need to make decisions before taking action. The friendship between friends is very good, and we must find room to move forward on the basis of maintaining it. Of course, the main premise of everything is to show wealth and not resent it.

Qiao Hui stood outside the second door, as if he wanted to see the Yiyuan to the southeast through the layers of black tiles.

He knew the art of war, besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao, attacking in the east and attacking in the west, waiting for work at leisure, and taking advantage of the situation to rob. He used these methods to annex all the way west from a small boat on the East China Sea, and finally stood on a spacious and bright deck.

He can use many, many tricks to get Xian Jin to marry him.

The Chen family is like a sieve, with holes everywhere.

Whether it is to set up a game for Mrs. Qu, or to plot against the wealthy stepfather, Third Master Chen Fu, it takes at most three days, and after three days, he will be able to get the Geng Tie to show his wealth.

Whether it's due to etiquette or due to face, if he really reaches out to set up a plan, no matter how smart he is, he can't avoid it - she is included in the Chen family's genealogy, and even if the third master Chen Fu sets up a female household for her, the family's righteousness , although it is bullshit, it is still the foundation of the people of the time.

If the Chen family wanted to force her, Xian Jin could only kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses to himself.

He has eight hundred ways to make himself a wealthy person.

However, he can't use any of them, doesn't want to use them, and doesn't know how to use them.

Qiao Hui withdrew his gaze with restraint.

Annoying for hundreds of years, love is a moment outside the order.

For him.

Annoying for hundreds of years, love is the only order outside of arrogance.

If Xian Jin allowed it, he would choose to hold a bloody heart in his hand and honestly gamble on a fatal game that was bound to lose.

Apart from that, he had nothing.

In Xianjin's opinion, the status, status, and future he was about to have might not be as valuable as a piece of silk-cut rice paper.

Qiao Hui buried his head and ducked back to the Autumn Harvest Pavilion. He lightly pressed the window lattice board and saw a black figure climbing down from the top of the pillar.

"Remove the death guards around Boss He." Qiao Hui's voice was low.

The black shadow knocked on the wooden board twice, one long and one short, indicating that it was received, and its two hands flew up, as if asking for instructions in sign language.

After looking at it, Qiao Hui frowned and shook his head, "There is no need to massacre the Bai family. The mall is her battlefield. She can kill her enemies by herself."

Cutting off the guy's tendons and hamstrings was just a matter of personal revenge because of his grievances.

Xian Jin has enough confidence to resolve all the difficulties he faces - to help solve the problem without Xian Jin's permission is to underestimate Xian Jin's ability.

The black shadow's sign language was flying.

Before this, Qiao Hui never thought that he could read people's emotions from sign language.

At this moment, the black shadow outside the window was very excited.

Qiao Hui took a deep breath, "I've said it many times, you don't need to tie up Boss He and hide him in a cave on the island for the wedding."

Black Shadow's sign language was as fast as rap.

"Yes, pirates do this, but when we get ashore, we must behave ourselves. I have said this many times." Qiao Hui felt that the deep breath he took was almost exhausted.

The shadow's sign language has already used the shoulder joint and the angle of the mandible.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work! It's not okay to salvage a whale as a bride price!"

Qiao Hui was about to break through, and pulled off the sunshade inside the window lattice with his backhand.

The world is finally quiet. Qiao Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

Sometimes, it is a good thing that subordinates cannot speak.

If you can't see it, you can't hear it.

Qiao Hui turned around and carefully folded the coat that was stained with the unique green pine aroma of Xianjin. He opened the half-person tall nanmu carved wooden box from the wooden box containing his luggage and put it in preciously.

There was a "rustling" sound at the door panel.

Qiao Hui quickly stepped forward and watched speechlessly as a thin note of paper was slipped through the crack of the door.

Qiao Hui bent down and picked it up.

The handwriting was crooked - "Boss, you are scared."

Qiao Hui was so angry that his nose and eyes were crooked.

Oh shit! I knew I shouldn't teach these pirates how to read!

At the same time, in the Castor Hall, Chen Jianfang was sitting upright.

Mrs. Qu changed into dark linen and cotton-padded home clothes. The cuffs were rolled several times, probably to cover up the raw edges of the sleeves.

"When Master Qiao comes back, you will be safe." Mrs. Qu said "Amitabha".

Chen Jianfang smiled and said, "When did you become a Buddhist?"

Mrs. Qu said angrily, "If you were in high school, I would be willing to believe in all the gods and Buddhas in the sky."

Chen Jianfang smiled lightly.

Mrs. Qu signaled Aunt Qu to give Chen Jianfang some snacks, and said her plan, "When Master Qiao comes back, don't go to Yingtian Mansion. Looking at the pomp and ceremony to welcome Master Qiao today, even if he doesn't become an official in the future. , is still our first presence in Nanzhili. Isn’t it better for you to follow Master Qiao than to follow Wang Xuezheng?”

Chen Jianfang's head hurt a little, "Grandma, if I change my master three times, the world will only say that I am cold and weak."

Mrs. Qu was stunned, obviously she didn't expect to go here.

"When something happens to the teacher, I will defect to Wang Xuezheng when he comes back. I will immediately leave Wang Xuezheng and return to Xuancheng?" Chen Jianfang narrowed his eyes with a headache. "In the eyes of outsiders, what am I? I rely on anyone who is beneficial to me. Who? Am I a scholar? Or am I a second-rate speculator? "

Now Madam Qu understood and said hesitantly, "It means you are still studying with Wang Xue at Yingtian Mansion?"

Chen Jianfang nodded lightly, "If Wang is studying, I will also study; if the teacher is studying, I will also listen to the class, and we can run on both sides."

Master Qiao now described it as saying that even if he gave lectures, he would not be able to say much, but that the disciples should be filial and respectful and come to greet the teacher every few days.

Mrs. Qu nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay! It's just a matter of time and effort. You can catch both ends. This is the last word!"

Chen Jianfang saw that Mrs. Qu had misunderstood. He opened his mouth to explain, but when he opened his mouth halfway, he realized that the explanation was useless, so he closed it again.

Mrs. Qu thought for a moment, then poked her head and said tentatively, "You will be filial piety in August and you are nineteen years old this year. Have the adults in Yingtian Mansion ever cared about these things?"

what's up?

Chen Jianfang didn't understand what he meant.

After a while, Fang Rumeng woke up.

"Sir, Yingtian Mansion, naturally taught me how to write articles and read books. When will I be filial piety? How old will I be this year?" Chen Jianfang unconsciously had a wry smile on his lips, "Why should you care about these issues?"

Mrs. Qu was a little regretful, and said with a smile to Second Aunt Qu, "I only heard in the playbook that there was a certain Shangfeng who liked the scholar. He not only married his daughter to him, but also helped pave the way for our Erlang Fengshen by arranging and smoothing it. Handsome, with both his father’s deep facial features and his mother’s fair face, I thought”

The bitter smile on Chen Jianfang's face suddenly disappeared, he frowned and said softly, cutting off Mrs. Qu's last words, "Grandma, be careful what you say and do!"