The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 55 My name is Ru Xiaonan, Mr. Shaoqing, where is your face?

Qing Moyan looked up at her chubby face, "Let me give you a name."

If he wanted to keep her by his side, he couldn't just call her "little thing" directly. It was fine in private, but what should he do in front of outsiders? What should he call her?

"No." Ru Xiaonan pouted.

Qing Moyan's eyes shone slightly, "Why?"

"I have a name." She didn't want another name.

Qing Moyan was greatly surprised, "Who took it for you?"

"My grandfather." Ru Xiaonan carefully observed the changes in Qing Moyan's expression.

"Your grandfather?" Qing Moyan showed a confused expression.

Unbeknownst to Ru Xiaonan, the image of an old, white-haired beaver appeared in his mind at this moment.

"Where is your grandfather now?" Qing Moyan asked in a deep voice.

Ru Xiaonan pursed her mouth, "...he left and will never come back."

She has been without parents since she was a child, and it was the old god who picked her up and raised her as a granddaughter. Because she looks like the old god's dead son, the old man dotes on her very much.

Don't look at her usual heartless appearance, in fact, she still cares a lot about the death of her grandfather from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing her frustrated little face, Qing Moyan couldn't help but choke.

Originally, I just wanted to give her a name, but I didn't expect it to make her sad.

After being silent for a while, Ru Xiaonan suddenly raised her head and showed a grinning expression, "Forget it, I can't go back anyway."

Qing Moyan looked at her seriously, and an uneasy thought came to her heart for no reason.

go back?Where does she want to go back to?
But he didn't ask, "What's your name?" He changed to something else.

"Ru Xiaonan."

Qing Moyan read the name silently, and muttered, "It doesn't look like an animal's name."

Ru Xiaonan was so frantic that she almost fell off the chair.

I'm not an animal, okay?

Qing Moyan glanced at her dangling calf, "Since you don't want to change it, then call it this name."

Ru Xiaonan let out a long sigh of relief.

"By the way, who taught you those strange spells?" Qing Moyan asked.

When this question was mentioned again, Ru Xiaonan shrank her neck in guilt.

She doesn't want to be treated like a monster.

However, under Qing Moyan's gaze, she felt that she had nowhere to hide, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet: "It was taught by grandpa."

Qing Moyan asked in surprise: "How many hundred years has your master practiced?"

Ru Xiaonan covered her face with her hands, she knew it would be misunderstood.

"My grandpa is not a monster!"

"Then how can he spell?"

"He also learned it..."

"Who did he learn from?"

"...I don't know." Ru Xiaonan said weakly, this is a question that can never be explained clearly.

How would she tell him that she came from another world and was never an animal, and her grandpa was not an old white-haired monster.

God, it's so confusing and tiring.

Qing Moyan didn't dwell on this issue for too long, after dressing Ru Xiaonan, he changed into his official uniform, and took her to Zhengqing's office in Dali Temple.

Along the way, many people cast strange glances at Ru Xiaonan.

There is no other reason, only because of her pair of green eyes.

Ru Xiaonan chased after her a few steps, and tightly grasped the corner of Qing Moyan's clothes.

Sensing the uneasiness of the villain beside her, Qing Moyan turned her head away, just in time to see the handymen in the distance pointing to this side.

Ru Xiaonan grabbed his official uniform, because it was too hard, Qing Moyan even felt that his pants were trying to get out of the safe zone...

"I'd better go back." Ru Xiaonan whispered.

It is rare for outsiders to enter Qing Moyan's office without authorization. She can have no scruples there, but not outside.

She knew her eyes would be the center of attention.

"What are you going back for?" Qing Moyan's icy eyes were filled with invisible pressure, and the servants lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look this way again.

"My eyes..." Ru Xiaonan faltered.

"What's wrong with the eyes." Qing Moyan raised her chin and looked at it.

Emerald eyes with a seductive brilliance.

"Don't you find it strange?" Ru Xiaonan asked anxiously.

Qing Moyan smiled lowly, speaking of strangeness, he has completely fallen into the vortex of strange events recently.

So he has become numb.

"You are my pet, who dares to say you are strange." Qing Moyan said disdainfully, "I raised you, not them." Leaning over to pick her up, Qing Moyan continued to move forward calmly.

"But...but..." I always feel that something is wrong.

She was raised by him, why does this sound so strange.

Zhengqing of Dali Temple is busy handling the case of the puppet shop, while Mr. Bo Tang and Mr. Gu, the secretary, are on the side, very busy.

"Shuntian Mansion has lost a lot of people. I will go to the palace to face the saint after I finish writing the scriptures." Zhengqing said, looking up and seeing Ru Xiaonan in Qing Moyan's arms, he was slightly taken aback.

"This child is..."

Qing Moyan put Ru Xiaonan down, "She was rescued from the puppet shop, she has no relatives around her, so I kept her by my side."

The room was silent.

Both Mr. Tang and Mr. Gu looked this way.

Ru Xiaonan pulled a corner of Qing Moyan's official uniform to cover her face, her shy and timid look made her heart melt.

Zhengqing frowned slightly, "What happened to her eyes?"

Qing Moyan sat down generously, hugged Ru Xiaonan on her lap, and brushed her long hair, "Perhaps she has experienced something in that puppet shop, and she has no memory of what happened before. "

Ru Xiaonan's eyes flickered, and she admired secretly in her heart, Qing Moyan really deserved to be the young minister of Dali Temple at such a young age, and she didn't even blink her eyelids when she lied.

The children implicated in such cases are usually sent back to their parents, but in many cases, the end waiting for them is not to go home, but to be abandoned, especially for good-looking children, who will live in the red building of the painting workshop Kind of like a place for fireworks.

Otherwise, they can only starve to death on the street, or become beggars.

"Shaoqing wants to adopt this child?" Mr. Gu asked.

Qing Mo's face was expressionless, "It's not considered an adoption, it's just to look at her poorly and give her something to eat."

Ru Xiaonan suppressed the growl in her heart: What a face!Sir Shaoqing, what about your face!

It was not uncommon for wealthy families to adopt beautiful children. Some girls would be sent to the palace if they were trained well when they grew up, where they would be favored by the emperor, or given to his prince.

So Mr. Gu and the others quickly turned their attention back to the files in their hands.

Zhengqing was silent, staring at Ru Xiaonan's eyes with a good look.

The pressure is huge, as expected, ginger is still hot, could this old fox see something?
Ru Xiaonan's heart rose to her throat.

(End of this chapter)