Tuan Chong Guai Guai: The whole family can listen to my voice

A thin-winged long sword with a silver-green body. The blade is sharp. There are three holes interlaced with an interlocking lock ring on one side. The lock ring is bright purple and faintly fluoresces under the light. The hilt is colored with red sleeves, which matches the tassel of the sword. The crisp red tassels echo each other, and are finally embellished with obsidian.

The entire color palette is hard to describe.

It's hard to imagine what kind of aesthetics the person who made this sword had.

Perhaps the only advantage of this sword is that it is extremely sharp.

As soon as the sword came out, the entire Shangchun Garden became eerily quiet.

Lin Mobai and others all took a breath of cold air in unison. They couldn't bear to look at it anymore and felt sympathy for Qin Huyuan.

Qin Huyuan's pupils tightened, and his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

He pursed his lips several times, but in the end no words came out.

"Qin Huyuan, does it look good? I have carefully selected this for several days!" Lin Baoer leaned forward and looked at him with a smile on his back, with expectations, "I also asked my second brother to help I took it as a reference."

Afraid of being implicated, Lin Mobai quickly cleared away the suspicion, "At that time, I took Bao'er to several weapon shops but couldn't find anything I wanted. I never thought that Bao'er would choose this one in the end."

It means that this matter has nothing to do with him.

After a while, Qin Huyuan's distorted face returned to calm, and he shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, "Thank you, Miss Fourth."

"Qin Huyuan, you haven't said whether it looks good or not!" Lin Baoer didn't stop asking.

Qin Huyuan closed his eyes and rubbed his back teeth, "...it looks good."

These two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, which made Lin Baoer feel happy.

"Since it looks good, then from now on it will be Qin Huyuan's sword, right?" Lin Baoer curled her lips, squinted her eyes and smiled, "I tried this sword for Qin Huyuan, and it was sharper than your original one. That sword is much better, so I think Qin Huyuan’s kung fu will be even better in the future.”

Qin Huyuan didn't listen to what she said. He only knew that after today, he would become the laughingstock of the entire Lin family, which made him shocked and regretful.

After Qin Huyuan left, Shen Xuelan immediately carried Lin Baoer into the room, ready to teach her a lesson.

Fortunately, Lin Baoer explained in time, otherwise her ass would have suffered a lot.

"You mean there is another sword?" Shen Xuelan stared at her suspiciously, and then gave Lin Qiming a vicious look.

Lin Qiming was too aggrieved to speak.

Little did he know that this little ancestor had so many small thoughts, even if he held grudges, he even made fun of Qin Huyuan. He came here to say so many nice things just for today's drama!

If he had known about it from the beginning, he would definitely not have agreed!

Lin Baoer hid behind Lin Qiming, nodded sincerely, "Mom, don't worry, Qin Huyuan is loyal to the Lin Mansion, how can I chill his heart so much."

"Such teasing is just revenge for a small revenge." She muttered, and after Shen Xuelan glared at her, she quickly added: "I personally... found someone to draw the drawing of the sword! As long as the sword is cast, Master, if you don’t mess around, the finished product will definitely be good, and Qin Huyuan will definitely like it!"

In this way, Shen Xuelan let her go.

"Don't do this next time." She warned Lin Baoer, "Otherwise, you won't want to leave the house in the future!"

"Okay." Lin Baoer agreed softly.

After that night, Lin Baoer didn't see Qin Huyuan for several days, which made her confused.

"Dad, where is Qin Huyuan?"

In the study, Lin Baoer was making trouble with Lin Qiming, hugging his thigh and shaking him.

Lin Qiming glanced at her, his upper body was as stable as a mountain, and he was still writing on the paper, "What bad things do you want to do again?" Dissatisfied with his preconceived attitude, Lin Baoer pouted, "What did daddy say? When have I ever done anything bad?"

Although she felt a little guilty in the second half of her sentence.

"Dad, just tell me, where is Qin Huyuan? I had something to do and wanted to find him, but who knew he was not in the house for several days in a row? Where did he go?"

Lin Qiming put down his pen, picked up Lin Baoer and put it on the table. He tapped her delicate nose with his index finger and said helplessly, "You! It's because you scared people away."

"After that night, Qin Huyuan took the initiative to ask Ying to patrol the farm. Even though dad said all the good things for you, he didn't let go."

"Grange?" Lin Baoer frowned.

After knowing the specific location of the farm, Lin Baoer did not dare to go alone.

Afterwards, she felt a little guilty in her heart.

In the past few days, she had often heard the servants discussing the sword she gave her in the house. Originally it was considered a joke and it was harmless, but now it seems that Qin Huyuan simply can't stand these discussions, so she took the initiative to ask for help. Left Lin Mansion.

Could it be that she really went too far this time?

The more I thought about Lin Baoer, the more uncomfortable I felt.

So early the next morning, she went directly to Lin Qiming to make an advance payment.

They say money can make all the difference, but she doesn't believe it. With so much money thrown at it, it still takes two months to make a sword!

After some final bargaining, the swordsmith promised that he would deliver it to Lin's house in half a month, and Lin Baoer gave up.

Half a month later, the Lin Mansion finally received the sword box from the swordsmith.

As soon as she heard the news, Lin Baoer immediately threw away her chopsticks and ran over to inspect the goods without stopping.

The sword is two feet and one inch long. It is made of black gold and is very thin. The lines are delicate and simple, with a cold glow. The hilt is in the shape of an ancient Sanskrit golden carving, hidden in the ancient black gilt. It is extremely majestic and has a hidden edge.

Lin Baoer's eyes flashed with surprise.

[As expected of a master swordsmith, his craftsmanship is superb! 】

After asking someone to give the reward to the errand boy, Lin Baoer carried the sword box and went to the courtyard of Qin Huyuan.

As early as three days ago, Qin Huyuan came back from that farm. After all, it was impossible for him to hide there forever, but even so, he still felt awkward.

In fact, he had tried that sword secretly at night. As Lin Baoer said, it was as sharp as clay and sharp. It was much better than the sword in his hand.

Apart from its hard-to-describe appearance, it is a good sword.

Because of this, he gradually accepted it and took the initiative to find reasons for Lin Baoer.

Maybe the Fourth Miss is still young, so she is naughty and loves teasing others. As a seven-foot man, he shouldn't be so fussy with a child.

The fourth young lady has good intentions in her heart and still misses him. No one else has this honor yet.

Just by slowly brainwashing himself, as time went by, his resentment towards Lin Baoer gradually dissipated and gradually disappeared.

"Qin Huyuan!"

As soon as Qin Huyuan, who was reminiscing, heard that familiar voice, the veins on his forehead jumped suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to run.

But before he could run out, he was blocked by Lin Baoer. (End of chapter)