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Chapter 6

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly quiet down, whether it is modern or ancient.

The awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and Qin Dayou continued to ask, "What's your surname, son-in-law?"

"Pfft~~"

Just as Zhang Twelve took a sip of tea, he couldn't hold back and spit it all out in one gulp. Fortunately, Qin Dayou was at a certain distance from him, otherwise he might be "sprayed" badly.

This is too funny, right?
You don't even know anyone's last name, so you recruit someone to be your son-in-law. Could it be that you picked this person up from the street?
So later when Zhang Twelve knew that "he" was indeed picked up from the street, his expression was very exciting.

But it's okay if I don't know, the young master can just use his original name. Thinking about it this way, it seems pretty good?Smiling cheaply, he said to Qin Dayou: "My son-in-law, your surname is Zhang, and your name is Twelve."

"Zhang... Twelve?"

And this kind of name?It's too...tolerable, right?Perhaps feeling a little impolite, Qin Dayou smiled awkwardly: "That's a good name! This name is just... My son-in-law, the weather is good today, haha..."

Forgive this awkward chat from Qin Dayou, who has a simple face, because he - he really can't keep it up!
However, Zhang Twelve is no stranger to his performance. As a loyal user of this name, he has seen too many such expressions.

Zhang Twelve was an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage. There were many children like him there. According to his age, he ranked twelve. When he was young, others called him Twelve, so he gradually got used to it.

Later, with the support of kind people, he started to study and had the opportunity to change his name, but he still wrote the three words "Zhang Twelve" on the registration booklet.

In his opinion, these three words represent the innocent past he lived in the orphanage, so he loves these three words.

After finishing this rather embarrassing topic, Qin Dayou asked again: "Who else is there in the son-in-law's family? Why did they live on the street a few days ago?"

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This Nima...

Was he really picked up?This is a bit embarrassing... No wonder I don't even know his last name...

Zhang Twelve frowned, took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and then began to make up: "My son-in-law is not from Liangzhou, his family is in decline, his parents are both dead, and he is a little bit sad, so he will fall So far. Alas, Yue Zhang saw the joke!"

Qin Da nodded, not much different from what he thought, he understood, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel complacent, without any background, I will decide what will happen in the future?
This is the best, this is the best!

The two chatted awkwardly in the room for a while, Qin Dayou left a sentence, "My son-in-law will have a good rest today, and we will discuss the rest tomorrow", and then left.

Zhang Twelve sneered twice in his heart, still thinking about letting me top the bag tomorrow?Do your spring and autumn dream!
But the two of them are at most taking advantage of each other, the old guy wants him to go to the battlefield for him, and he wants to live and drink at his house, well, it's better to have a beautiful little lady!

Thinking about it this way, I felt a lot more balanced...

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The dinner was brought by Xiaohuan again, under his strong request, the two had dinner together again, compared to the morning, Xiaohuan was much calmer.

Seeing that it was still early and there were no entertainment items, it was too boring to stay in the house, so he simply asked Xiaohuan to take him around the courtyard.

The maids and servants I met on the road were also polite, and they would call out "young master" in a low voice, but after turning around, they would get together and chatter at his back, not knowing what they were talking about.

Zhang Twelve is in a good mood now, he didn't think too much, and led by Xiaohuan to the garden in the backyard.

Just looking at the scale of this garden, the wealth of the Qin Mansion can be seen.

On the way from the outer garden to the garden, cobblestones of different sizes and shapes are staggered on it, and some withered flowers and plants emerge from the gaps between the stones, which are neatly set on the cobblestones. around.

In the corner of the garden is an exquisite small pavilion, which is extremely clean. There are also long tables and chairs in the pavilion. It seems that people often rest and play here.

The ground directly opposite the pavilion is full of various flowers and plants. Because it has already entered autumn, most of the flowers have already declined. Only three or four sweet-scented osmanthus trees are in full bloom. With the breeze, the nose is full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

This is really a good place, Zhang Twelve thought, sitting on the stool in the pavilion, the scenery in his eyes was so beautiful, he pointed to the front happily and said: "This place is not bad, who can enjoy it so much?"

"It's my lady."

"Oh—is that so?"

Zhang Twelve couldn't help but laugh. It seems that he and his unmasked lady still have some common hobbies.

"Yes, Miss usually likes to come to the pavilion the most. She said that sitting here makes her feel the most peaceful. Many of Miss's poems are written here."

Speaking of which, Miss Xiaohuan is a bit arrogant, as if she wrote the poems.

Zhang Twelve didn't speak any more, smelling the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in his nose, but his thoughts drifted to the orphanage where he had lived for more than ten years. There was also a thick sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted in the yard. At this time, The head of the garden will take people to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and share them with them.

Alas, things are different now, and he disappeared in that noisy world. I'm afraid not many people know it. The only one who will miss him may be the children in the orphanage who he promised to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes with them.

In his previous life, he was just a boy in his 20s. Why did he feel that his mentality had changed so much after only a few days?

After all, it's already autumn, and the night wind blows and it's getting cooler. Zhang Twelve shrank his head and murmured to himself:
But it was a cool autumn.

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In the girl's boudoir, Qin Yutong dipped his pen in the ink, picked up the pen after a while, stared at the seven big characters on the rice paper, and read softly:

But it was a cool autumn.

The country of Tang Dynasty is different from many dynasties in the previous life. There is no such thing as a woman who has no talent. It is said that the appearance of talented women is not so unbelievable.

Qin Yutong is such a talented woman, and she is well-known in Liangzhou City. Her attainments in poetry have long surpassed most people.

Although there is no upper and lower ques, she can also see that this is one of the lines of a poem, but after hearing Xiaohuan say that this is just a casual line from that person, she is even more curious and asks again: "Is this really him... ...Just casually? Apart from this sentence, there is nothing else?"

After getting Xiaohuan's affirmative answer, staring at those seven characters, he thought faintly:

What kind of person are you?
(Newcomers and new books, please collect them! There will be some refreshing poetry and songs coming soon!)

(End of this chapter)