Sweet Noble Heir

He is an old man with a PU fan in his hand, sitting on a bamboo stool. He is still fanning in such a cold day. Obviously, it is not because he wants to relieve the fever, but he has to make a gesture on his hand.

When the old man saw the three men, he nodded with a smile, and his eyes soon fell in the distance. The green bamboo subconsciously turned around and looked at the direction the old man looked at. The wild grass, the official roads and the mountains in the distance were everywhere.

Green bamboo scratched his head, took back his sight and continued to walk forward.

Jiang Wanbai looks a little trance, still immersed in his own thoughts, walking has no way to see, all rely on Qi Qingxing pull in walking, Qi Qingxing is also full of trust, not afraid that he will take himself to the ditch.

Qi Qingxing's trust in her was both happy and helpless. However, knowing that she had encountered something that she didn't understand for a while, she didn't make any noise to disturb her, so she took her slowly.

When they passed the first courtyard gate, the old man took back his sight, and his eyes fell on the three people's backs. The furrow between his eyebrows deepened and his face showed his thinking.

Seeing the second courtyard, that is, the house of the villager who lent the storybook to Qingzhu, the gate of the yard is closed, and I don't know if the other party is at home. Qingzhu goes over and knocks on the door, and no one answers.

"Maybe you've gone out to work, master. Why don't you go back first? I'll wait for the elder brother to come back here." The green bamboo turns towards the river, the evening white and the qiqingxing road.

He couldn't have two masters waiting here with him.

Jiang Wanbai blinked, took back some thoughts and asked, "what about you?"

"It's not far from the capital. Master, you don't have to worry. I'll just walk back quickly." Green bamboo road.

Jiang Wanbai thought for a while, looked at the room inside, and said, "you wait here, OK. I still want to go to the front to have a look."

Jiang Wanbai side head, toward Qi Qingxing Road, eyes with the meaning of inquiry.

"I'll go with you." Qi Qingxing hardly thought and did not release her hand.

On the way down the mountain, Mrs. Tang was already cold. Later, the horse farm prepared two soup women. But when she got off the carriage, Jiang Wanbai put it on the carriage and didn't take it off. When she came here, although her body was hot and she was slightly sweating, her hands were still cold.

Qi Qingxing eyebrow crease has not been loose, has been holding her hand with his palm for her warm.

But he can only hold one hand of Jiang Wanbai, and the other hand can only let Jiang Wanbai hide himself in his sleeve.

Jiang Wanbai moved his hand which he held tightly. His fingers squeezed into his fingers and clasped them with his ten fingers

Qingzhu looks at Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qing walking far away, and finds a stone to sit at the gate of the yard.

Some of these yards are close or far apart. Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing walk all the way and find that most of the courtyard doors are closed. While those open, almost all of them are sitting with an old man, male and female. But not all the old people are fanning with a PU fan in their hands. In front of some old people, an old chessboard is placed in front of them Playing chess.

Some old people are still squinting at embroidery. As Jiang Wanbai walks by, he squats down to have a look.

The old man looked up at her, smiling, very kind, "you just came down from Daqing temple?"