food queen

Chapter 143 Sour Wind and Vinegar Rain (3)
Wu Miao immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Don't worry, Long Live Lord, this servant will definitely take care of this errand for Long Live Lord."

In November of the second year of Qingping, Mrs. Yongyi Hou died of illness, and An Yihou, the only direct relative of the Zhou family left in the capital, died.

The news quickly spread to Jiang Ning, and Han Qian, who was playing chess with Mu Yao, was stunned for a long time and did not speak.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" Mu Yao's handsome face had a fresh smile, thinking of Jiangnan in winter, even the cold north wind couldn't blow away the warmth and humidity.

"The second aunt is also dead..." Han Qian murmured.

"It is said that Mrs. Yongyihou has been ill for more than a year. Now it's freezing in the north, and it's common sense that you can't stand it. Qianqian, you have to express your condolences."

Han Qian shook her head and sighed, "I'm fine, but I don't know how busy my sister-in-law is going to be over there."

Mu Yao smiled and said: "Our wayward little girl also knows that she is worried about her family, so it can be seen that she has really grown up."

Han Qian smiled embarrassedly, and said angrily, "Brother Mu, you're making fun of me again."

"No, it's a compliment, how could it be a joke?" Mu Yao looked at the little girl's charming face and big rippling eyes, his heart was like being thrown into a lake of pebbles, ripples rippled away, I can't calm down anyway.

"It seems that I won't be able to eat Jiangning's New Year's Eve dinner." Han Qian sighed regretfully.

"It doesn't matter, if you don't eat this year, there will be next year. Anyway, there will be a long time in Japan." Mu Yao raised his hand and threw the chess piece back into the chess box. Looking at Han Qian's slightly melancholy eyes, he smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I'm not here if your third brother is not here." I can take you back."

"I'm really sorry to trouble Brother Mu all the time." Han Qian bowed her head.

"Hey! It seems that the little girl not only knows how to care about her family, but also knows how to be polite to others? Am I still your brother?" Mu Yao said, raising his hand and flicking Han Qian on the forehead.

"Uh..." Han Qian recovered from the endless thoughts in pain, and gave Mu Yao a reproachful look, "It hurts so much!"

"Pain?" Mu Yao looked at the blushing spot on the white and jade-like forehead, hurriedly stretched out his hand to caress it, and comforted him, "It's okay, I didn't even use my strength, look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. "

"Is this still tender and tender?" Han Qian smiled sweetly, and blinked mischievously, "Yesterday, Apple said I was black. If I continue to hang around with Brother Mu, I will become a heroine."

Mu Yao's heart stopped beating suddenly, looking at the beautiful smile in front of him, he was speechless for a moment.

"Brother Mu? Brother Mu!" Han Qian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mu Yao, humming dissatisfiedly, "You're distracted again! Hmph!"

"Uh...no." Mu Yao smiled, calmed down, and Fang said, "Isn't it better to be a heroine? You can use your sword to fight against the world, fight for righteousness, and enjoy revenge, wouldn't it be more pleasant and happy? "

"That's right. It's a good day." Han Qian nodded in agreement, "It's just that I'm a little bit reluctant to part with my parents, brothers and sisters-in-law. Besides, I'm not used to the days of camping in the open air."

"Don't you still have me? You have been with me these days, but have you ever been allowed to camp in the open air?" Mu Yao asked back with a smile.

"That's not true, Brother Mu is the best." Han Qian smiled.

"Well, Qianqian deserves the best in the world." Mu Yao couldn't help but reached out and touched Han Qian's forehead. He felt [-]% satisfied after half a year of careful care in exchange for such a sentence.It turns out that the saying that "a girl smiles and throws a lot of money" is not unreasonable.

At that moment, Mu Yao ordered his family to pack up and personally send Han Qian north to Beijing.

At the same time, Qianye, the head of the imperial guards who had been circling around Han Qian, and several of his subordinates were finally relieved and could return to their majesty's majesty.

A group of people set off from Jiangning, traveled day and night by fast boat, and rushed back to the capital in less than seven days.Han Jianshi, who had rushed back early, came to the eastern suburbs of the capital to greet him in person after receiving the letter.

"Brother Mu, it's been a tough journey." Han Jianshi saw Mu Yao get off the boat, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute Mu Yao.

Mu Yao raised his hand to hold Han Jianshi's, and said with a smile, "I said it a long time ago: it should be, you and my brother naturally don't need to be polite."

Han Jianshi turned his head and greeted Qianye again.

After Qianye bowed and saluted, he looked up and looked in the crowd behind him.

Han Jianshi and Mu Yao followed Qianye's gaze, and they saw a slender and tall figure flashing in the bustling crowd - a jade-colored robe, a white fox hat, a sable crane cloak, and deerskin boots, standing bowed behind him A fat servant in a satin cotton robe was whispering something, but that person should not answer. He just stood there with his hands behind his back calmly, his oppressive aura could not be concealed, just like a gorgeous white phoenix falling Into the chicken coop.

Qianye cupped his hands towards Han Jianshi, and hurried forward, but before he had time to kneel down to pay his respects, he was stopped by the other party raising his hand.

Han Jianshi glanced at Mu Yao helplessly, but turned around and walked over due to the courtesy of a monarch and minister.Mu Yao smiled nonchalantly, turned around to look at Han Qian who was coming slowly, went forward to pull the snow cap off her head again, and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." Han Qian smiled and rolled her beautiful eyes, "The wind in the north is just as strong, like a knife."

Mu Yao adjusted the white fox cloak on Han Qian again, and said in a low voice, "I mean, I'll take you back to Jiangnan after the things here are over, okay?"

"It's almost the Chinese New Year. I didn't stay at home last year. When I come back this year, I always have to accompany my father and mother." Han Qian looked helplessly at the few people not far away, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Looking at her eyes that were shining like black jewels, Mu Yao felt a bit of bitterness in his heart - this girl really hasn't forgotten that person.

"Your third brother is here to pick us up. Let's go." Mu Yao reached out to hold Han Qian's hand, and pulled her towards Han Jianshi and the others.

Han Qian was stunned when he saw Yun Shuo from a distance, completely unaware that his hand was being held by Mu Yao, and just followed him all the way to Yun Shuo in a daze.

Ever since Yun Shuo saw Mu Yao arranging Han Qian's snow cap and cloak, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and now seeing her walking over step by step led by Mu Yao, he couldn't help but go crazy.

There was fire in his eyes, and the north wind was blowing all the way, Han Qian only felt the burning on his cheeks, so he subconsciously moved back and hid half of his body behind Mu Yao.

"Qian'er, come here." Yun Shuo suppressed the urge to kill, trying to make his voice gentle.

"Emperor... Your Majesty Sheng'an." Han Qian moved from behind Mu Yao in small steps, and blessed her body in front of Yun Shuo.

"Come here." Yun Shuo reached out and grabbed Han Qian's wrist and pulled him to him. His deep eyes locked on the face that appeared in thousands of dreams. in the heart.

(End of this chapter)