The Farmer Girl Gets Rich

It's like someone who has spent more than an hour playing with Jade Panzhi and Wooden Hairpin, not her Gu Xiaowan.

When Zuo saw this, he thought the girl was fine, but who knows, not long

Gu Xiaowan was very depressed. When she was depressed, she read the letters written by Gu Ning'an and Gu Ningping. She laughed from time to time and looked very normal, but when she finished reading it, nothing happened, the girl took out the jade again. Pulling the finger and the wooden hairpin looked left and right, they were a little dazed and stopped talking.

Zuo always looked at the girl, and followed every step of the way. Gu Xiaowan's expression and movements fell in her eyes, but she didn't understand what had happened to the girl.

It's because she has been with the girl for so long, but the first time I saw the girl in a trance like this, Zuo felt so helpless in his heart, how should I comfort the girl?

When I first read the letter, I always talked and laughed. Why later I sent away the Lord Huguo, the whole person seemed to have changed. What happened?

Zuo was restless, scratching his head and didn't know what was wrong with the girl.

Let her kill someone easily, guess the girl’s mind

That is really the bottom of the water, the flowers in the water, they are all bubbles that can't be caught!

When she finally waited for the girl to go to bed and rest, the girl said that she didn't need her to serve, and Zuo left in relief, but instead of going back to his own room, he went to discuss with Ahmad what to do!

"What's the use of you telling me, I'm not a girl, how do I know what's wrong with the girl!" Ahmad is also the first two elders after listening. What is going on with the girl, and what's the matter? What?

Do you miss the master?

Impossible, obviously just separated this morning!

The master and the girl hadn't seen each other for months, and the girl didn't react like this!

"Then you help me analyze, how can the girl be like this?"

"How can I help you analyze it? I'm a man. I'm a swordsman. You can let me kill people. You can let me guess the mind of a girl. I'm a big man. How can I guess the mind of a girl!" "Amad wanted to cry without tears.

How could he guess the girl's mind, especially the girl's mind?

The girl is so opinionated, she is on par with the master. He has been with the master for so many years, and he hasn't guessed the master's mind, how can he guess the girl's mind.

Zuo knew that it was difficult for him to say this to Ahmad, but he was worried about the girl's emotions in his heart. If the girl is unhappy, the master will be unhappy.

"Then what should I do now? The girl looks in a trance, as if she is very upset!" Zuo sighed and said.

"Are you feeling sick?" Ahmad asked.

Zuo thought for a while and shook his head: "Impossible, the girl was very happy before she left, and she hid in the house and chatted alone with her for a long time! After leaving, it became like this!"

"What did the girl say to the princess?"

"I don't know. The girl's whispered whispers. We usually don't wait around and can't guess what they said. From time to time, the shy voice of the princess and the girl's laughter came from the house. sound!"

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See, how can the girl's mind guess.

A moment ago, I was still laughing, and the princess went from sunny to rain as soon as he left, a huge storm!

Ahmad could do nothing but spread his hands: "If it doesn't work, you have to ask the girl tomorrow!"

Zuo frowned: "The girl is very thoughtful and self-sufficient. She never tells others what she thinks, except the master. You don't know it!"

A Zuo paused and was helpless. He could only say: "Amad, you have a good view of the girl, I will go to the master to explain things clearly to the master! I don't know that the girl is unhappy these days, and the master has no thoughts!"

"That's all!" Ahmad nodded in response.

When they arrived at Qin Yi's place, the guards in twos and threes patrolled around with sharp spears and swords, guarding the safety of every part of the palace.

Qin Yi was happy and quiet, except for the occasional sound of knocking clappers from the street, the cold palace was silent.

She was Qin Yizhi's personal bodyguard, and also a secret guard. She was very familiar with the palace, and soon arrived at the door of Qin Yizhi's study.

Ah You was waiting at the door, feeling a familiar breath: "You are here!"

It's like speaking into the air.

"Is the master here?" a low voice asked from nowhere.

Ah You nodded: "Yes!"

Then turned around, knocked on the door, turned around and said softly to the outside: "The master is calling you in!"

As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew, but no shadow was visible.

Ah You stood a little far away, watching the surroundings guardingly.

Zuo used to be the master’s personal guard, and has never been known to outsiders, and Ah Wei Ahmad is also the same. Therefore, outsiders do not know the existence of these people under the master, and have never seen these people. Look like.

Now, the master sent these three people to the girl's place. At this time, Zuo came over, and he must have come to report about the girl.

The room was silent.

The huge night pearl illuminates the whole house as bright as day.

When Zuo entered, he did not speak, but stood quietly by the side.

The room is very large, with bookshelves made of yellow rosewood on three sides. There are eight floors on the top and bottom. Except for the one or two valuable antiques occasionally dotted on the cabinets, all the cabinets are densely packed with books. Scent of ink.

In the middle of the room is a large nanmu linked half-walled desk. On the desk is placed a cuishan stone penholder. On the penholder are several wolf hairs of various thicknesses neatly. Next to it is a superb Songkeng stone inkstone. Extremely.

Before the case, Qin Fei’s black hair was tied with a golden crown, and the hairpin was wearing a double-dragon-playing pearl ink jade hairpin. On both sides, a few strands of beautiful hair floated freely, hiding the jade-like skin, carefully playing in front of him. The memorial, holding the green pen in his hand to write and draw on it from time to time.