Time is slow

  Chapter 73 Different Worlds (Young Master Qingsiyu's Spirit Beast Egg)

   Jiang Yuanchao flashed the image of Jiang Wu in his mind.

   A tall and thin man with deep eyebrows and a curved nose, which is commonly known as a hooked nose. If he looks at people, he doesn't need to do anything, it's enough to make people scared.

   Would such a person be involved with a brothel woman? Even annoyed the adoptive father for this?

  Jiang Yuanchao did not believe this statement at all.

   "Go and stare again, and report back quickly if there is a situation."

   "Yes." Jiang Lin replied, turned around and pushed the door out, and saw Jiang He standing at the door.

   "Get in." Jiang Yuanchao said lightly.

  Jiang He hurried in, Jiang Yuanchao raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't have a plausible reason, go and receive the punishment yourself."

  Jiang He shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, this subordinate remembered something, the champion Hou came out of the Shangshu Mansion and seemed to be injured."

"injured?"

   "Yes, he put a handkerchief on his shoulder and approached, and his subordinates could smell the faint smell of blood."

   "Well, the news is good." Jiang Yuan stretched his eyebrows.

  Jiang He became energetic and geared up: "Sir, how do we deal with that kid?"

  Jiang Yuanchao glanced at the idiot's subordinates, and hated that iron was not steel: "What to deal with? Knowing that the champion is injured, you can deal with him? What do you think he wants you to talk about?"

   Shao Mingyuan dared to say that, of course, because he was not afraid of their Jinlinwei.

   Jinlinwei is the hand and eye of the emperor. The emperor did not move the mind of the champion, and Jinlinwei would only lie dormant.

   Shao Mingyuan is indeed not a warrior who only knows how to fight.

   "Then—" Jiang He was speechless, thinking to himself: Since the Lord thinks that the news of the champion's injury is useless, how can it be good news?

  Jiang Yuanchao saw at a glance what his subordinate was thinking, raised his eyelids and said, "Just happy, can't you?"

   "Okay, okay." Jiang He withdrew without tears and looked up at the sky.

  Since you entered Beijing, your thoughts have become more and more weird.

  Probably, is it the age to marry a daughter-in-law?

  Without the noisy subordinates, the room became quiet. Jiang Yuanchao folded his hands behind his head, lying on his back and looking at the roof.

   Was Mr. Qiao who injured Shao Mingyuan?

   Missteps, I knew he was going to stalk him personally to see how Shao Mingyuan was beaten by Qiao Gongzi.

  Jiang Yuanchao sat up straight, dipped his slender fingers with tea and wrote the date on the desk in the office, stroke by stroke.

   His handwriting is not very good.

   He only became literate after being adopted by his adoptive father. As a Jinlin guard, literacy is enough, and his handwriting is already outstanding among his brothers.

   It's just that he is still far behind those aristocratic sons, not even Shao Mingyuan.

  No, he ignored it. Shao Mingyuan was originally a son of honor, and he could have been a noble son. It was those illustrious military exploits that made people subconsciously forget his original identity and only remember the invincible champion.

   So, he and them have always been people of two worlds.

  Jiang Yuanchao thought so, the bitterness in his heart was like creeping grass, growing wantonly.

   Would it be different if he was not the infamous Jinlinwei when he first met her, or if she was not a girl from a noble family?

   At least, she won't die!

  Jiang Yuanchao had a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and gently wiped off the water on the table top.

   That day was the day of her funeral, and he was going to see her.

   The west cross-court of Yaheyuan.

The pomegranate tree in the courtyard has already opened several flaming red pomegranate flowers. A kingfisher perched on the branch. Hearing the movement, it hurriedly flapped its wings and flew away, leaving only the branch that was trampled trembling. Lost the newly opened flowers.

  Binglu walked briskly across the bluestone path in the courtyard and entered the house directly.

   "Girl, good news!"

  Qiao Zhao had learned from Ah Zhu that Shao Mingyuan had gone to the Shangshu Mansion, and he was likely to meet his elder brother.

   Hearing Binglu's words, Qiao Zhao put his chess pieces back in the chess jar, and asked with a light smile, "What good news?"

Binglu came over, glanced proudly at Ah Zhu, who was standing quietly behind Qiao Zhao, and smiled happily: "It's not the second girl's stomach upset, now it's spread to our West Palace, everyone knows that the second girl is in the piano room. Hold back, cover your belly in front of Mr. Qinyi and run wildly."

   Speaking of this, Binglu frowned and said with great regret: "It was the eldest girl who concealed it well at the time. She obviously had a bad stomach like the second girl, but she didn't say anything."

   "Is this the good news?" Qiao Zhao smiled.

The little girl raised her eyebrows: "Of course it's good news. In this way, how can the second girl still have the face to take piano lessons again? Look at me girl, the second girl will definitely not appear in the piano room again in the future. Maybe, The second girl made this joke, and she will detour when she sees you in the future. Do you think this is not good news? "

  Qiao Zhao raised his hand, pinched his ice-green face, and smiled gently: "This is just irrelevant news."

   "Ah?" Bing Lu was stunned and couldn't help but argue, "Why doesn't it matter, how hard it is for the second girl to lose face once (relieved)!"

  The girls from the two houses grew up, which one would not let the second girl.

   "Didn't the second girl just lose a bigger face?" Ah Zhu reminded with an expressionless face.

  Binglu opened his mouth and was speechless.

   She glared at Azhu angrily, thinking: I want you to remind me, I want you to remind me, hate it!

   Facing this little maid, Qiao Zhao felt inexplicably better, and said with a smile, "Binglu, go and bring me a cup of honey water."

   Hearing the girl's order, Binglu immediately put away his slander and said crisply: "Okay."

  Ice Green turned around and went out, and the room became quiet again.

  Azhu was still quiet.

  Qiao Zhao suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Azhu with a smile: "Azhu, can you play chess?"

  Azhu was startled, and after a while she replied, "I learned a little bit before, but I didn't play well."

  Qiao Zhao motioned her to sit down opposite: "It's not difficult, come on, I'll teach you."

  Azhu: "..." The last time the girl taught that massage technique, she said it was not difficult. She practiced hard for seven or eight years before she could barely remember the steps!

   When Binglu came in with honey water, she saw her girl sitting opposite Ah Zhu, and she was instructing Ah Zhu to play chess in a soft voice.

  Binglu stood at the door, suddenly a little sad.

  The girl actually taught Ah Zhu to play chess, but she didn't even teach her!

   But of course the girl is not wrong, it must be the little hoof Azhu who poured the girl's ecstasy soup and wanted to **** the girl away from her!

   It can't go on like this, her status as the number one maid can't be preserved!

  Binglu walked over with honey water and said loudly, "Girl, please drink water!"

  Qiao Zhao put down his chess pieces and took over the honey water.

  Binglu took the opportunity to request: "Girl, you also teach your maid to play chess."

   "A little bit?"

   "Yes! The elephant flies to the four corners of the Sifang Camp, and the horse moves with one step at a time. The cannon must hit each other, and the car travels straight from the west to the east." The little maid replied forcefully.

  Azhu looked down at the chessboard.

   This is Go, right?

   I would like to thank Qingsi Yu for the spirit beast eggs that he gave as a reward. Willow Ye will continue to thank all the book friends who have rewarded He Shibi and above. Thanks to all the book friends who voted for their precious monthly tickets to Shaoguang Slow, bow and thank you.

   (end of this chapter)