Back to Datang with weapons

Chapter 3 Are you here with sesame oil?

Back in the Qin Mansion, Zhang Twelve found that the expressions of these servants were more amusing than when he just woke up, and everyone had stunned written all over their faces.

"Gu... aunt... uncle is back!"

It was the familiar voice of the little maid again. It seemed that she had great potential to be a trumpeter.

After receiving the news, Qin Dayou—that is, Zhang Twelve's cheap father-in-law hurried over.

Just as Zhang Twelve thought, Qin Dayou was indeed the one who pulled him to take over the bag, and when Zhang Twelve was taken away by the officials, Qin Dayou never thought of this bookish face with no hands to restrain him. The young man with strength can still come back alive.

Standing outside the house to calm down, Qin Dayou came in and saw Zhang Twelve sitting on the stool as if no one was around, Qin Dayou raised his eyebrows slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"You... your son-in-law has worked hard all day, and I'm afraid you're hungry right now. I've sent someone to prepare meals, and they'll be delivered right away."

Zhang Twelve clasped his fists and signaled: "Thank you, Mr. Yuezhang!"

"The son-in-law is out, eat and drink enough, and then have a good night's rest. Let's discuss the rest tomorrow."

After Qin Dayou finished speaking, he gave some instructions to the maid next to him, and walked out without stopping.

It seems that this old man is not bad?
But his eyes narrowed, looking at Qin Dayou's back and sneering...

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Looking at the chicken, duck and fish on the table, Zhang Twelve immediately gobbled it up, with no image at all. The little maid who served him by the side opened her mouth wide, thinking that this person looks gentle and delicate, but how he eats is not. It was so rude, so strange.

Zhang Twelve didn't have this kind of awareness. He saw the chicken leg in his left hand and the chicken claw in his right, with a chicken wing in his mouth.

At this moment, Qin Dayou's image became much bigger in Zhang Twelve's heart.

After drinking and eating, I slept until dawn.

Just like last night when he refused to call Xiaohuan's maid to sleep with him, this morning he refused Xiaohuan's request to help him bathe and change clothes. Character, but that Xiaohuan is only thirteen or fourteen years old. In Zhang Twelve's eyes, she is just a little girl in junior high school.

Zhang Twelve's goosebumps arose at the thought of treating such a young girl so harshly.

Sin!
While he was washing, Xiaohuan had already prepared breakfast, which was nothing more than hot porridge and side dishes, served in small plates of different colors, which looked delicate.

Under Zhang Twelve's strong request, Xiaohuan sat at the table coyly, holding the porridge bowl in her small hands. After all, it was the first time eating at the same table with the host, and she looked a little at a loss.

"Xiaohuan, is my wife pretty?"

This is what Zhang Twelve is more concerned about.

Although he "married" to someone else inexplicably and became his son-in-law, he still hoped that even if his unmasked bride could not be beautiful, at least she would not have sharp eyes.

"Wife?"

Seeing Xiaohuan's puzzled look, Zhang Twelve remembered that they might not be able to understand the words "husband and wife" here.

"It's my wife."

"Ah—you mean Miss? But my lady is not old. Why is my uncle called Miss's wife?"

The girl was still struggling with Zhang Twelve's address just now, but when it came to matters related to her own lady, Xiaohuan seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and began to chatter.

Zhang Twelve's wife, surnamed Qin, is named Yutong. She is not only young and beautiful, but also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is known as "the most talented woman in Liangzhou". .

Hearing what Xiaohuan said, Zhang Twelve's body shook, and he looked very proud, as if those names belonged to him.

The husband-in-law of the most talented woman in Liangzhou.

Hmm, very nice.

But why did Xiaohuan look at him without envy, but with regret, as if hesitant to speak?
"Xiaohuan, what do you want to say?"

"Gu... uncle, Xiaohuan thinks my uncle is very nice, so you... you must take care of yourself!"

ah?

Take care of yourself?Why take care?

Just when Zhang Twelve wanted to ask her why she said that, he saw Qin Dayou walking in, looked at it for a while, and then said, "My son-in-law, how did you rest last night?"

Zhang Twelve was really touched by the fact that he came here early in the morning to inquire about his health!

Compared with Qin Yutong who has never shown his face until now, this old man's performance is exemplary!
"Thanks to my father-in-law, my son-in-law slept well."

"Since my son-in-law has rested, then..."

Hey?
Wait - why does Zhang Twelve feel familiar with this "Since...then" sentence pattern?
"Since my virtuous son-in-law is all right, then, come and report to the government!"

Come to think of it, didn't this Qin Dayou just say that one thing yesterday, and then sent himself to the battlefield?

Zhang Twelve suddenly had a very bad premonition, Nima, won't you come again?

"Come here—go report to the government!"

As expected, Qin Dayou did not disappoint. After saying this sentence, he waved his sleeves and left quickly without taking away a cloud, leaving only Zhang Twelve standing in the room, sad and messy.

Only then did he understand why his wife was so beautiful and talented, Xiaohuan wanted to take care of himself, and the other servants didn't envy him at all.

Pooh!
I'm envious!
This Qin Dayou seems to be planning to let him continue to be the top bag as long as he can come back alive!
To come back or not to come back, that is the question...

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The two officials from yesterday were still here, and they were a little surprised when they saw Zhang Twelve. After all, it was not easy for this young man with a seemingly powerless face and a scholarly face to come back alive after going to the battlefield for the first time. .

But I feel a little sorry for him, the first time he came back alive, so this second time, it's enough!

Zhang Twelve didn't resist, and cooperated with the two very well, but he was muttering to himself, saying something.

If someone is next to him, you will definitely hear this sentence:
Nima, come again?
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There is a large pear wood bed, pink tents, rice paper on a long maroon table, and a woman in a long white dress stands in front of the table holding a brush in her hand.

There is a bronze incense burner on one corner of the table, with sandalwood incense curling up, and on one side is Xiaohuan, a maid who is patiently grinding ink.

"Xiaohuan, he was taken away?"

The woman in the white skirt asked softly.

"Miss Hui, aunt... that young master was taken away."

"Then... did he complain about anything when he left-for example, me?"

"Miss, that's not true. That young man doesn't look like a beggar like Li Er said, but also looks like a well-educated man. It's just that his speech is a bit strange, especially when he was taken away. What are you talking about, come here?" "

"You come with sesame oil?"

Is this a person who is addicted to eating sesame oil, and is still thinking about sesame oil when he is parting from life and death?

(End of this chapter)