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Qi Yuanzhang looked surprised: "Huh, it turned out that it wasn't a pretty girl." The fourth girl and Aunt Qiao are of the same age, and they are about the same age, but I can't tell the difference all of a sudden. ”

After saying this, the room fell silent.

The fourth girl and the fifth girl don't look alike, and anyone who has eyes can see it—it's obviously not like each other at all!

What he said sounded like casual nonsense. It's just because he is the master and an elder that the people below don't dare to say much, and the children don't dare to squeak, so no one pokes him.

Old Madam Qi can say it, but she looks like her son is the treasure of her heart, where can she say it.

She just smiled and beckoned to the granddaughters who were standing there. The tortoiseshell-inlaid jasper armor worn on the little finger of his right hand was more than three inches long, with a frightening sharpness and sharpness.

But her smile, kind and kind, softened the lines of her face that were originally a little cold.

She smiled and said, "Come on, come forward and ask your father to take a closer look, so that he won't have to turn around and admit that he is wrong." ”

Taiwei followed the crowd, they stepped forward, and she stepped forward, but her gaze, which inadvertently fell on her father, was full of inquiry.

The father was not very close to their daughters. He rarely appears, rarely sees them. Except for the New Year's holidays, Taiwei rarely sees him. In this way, he didn't care about their children at all, and it didn't seem strange that he didn't care about their names and people.

But after his death, what Taiwei found in his study was obviously his handwriting.

He was assassinated, and the outer study was still tidyed up, but the inner study was completely idle and dusty. Taiwei decided to leave the house that year, but she was so poor that she couldn't even clean up the decent softness, so she moved her mind to the inner study.

Antique calligraphy and painting, pearl gold leaf...... No matter how bad it is, it's good to steal two famous inkstones for money.

But Taiwei smoothly touched in, but did not find what she was looking for. She searched all the corners, and all she could find was a few pieces of torn paper.

Those few pieces of paper are still sandwiched in a travelogue essay.

Taiwei even remembered that the travelogue was called "Hongdu Travelogue".

The author's writing is beautiful and fascinating, and after she opened the two pages, she was so fascinated by the landscape that she was so attracted by the landscape that after the death of her master, she settled alone in Songshan County, Hongdu. Those Matsuyama snow buds that are sought after by the nobles in Beijing, she doesn't know how many pots she has drunk.

But time has changed, and she can't remember what was written in the travelogue for a long time.

It wasn't like the pieces of paper that were sandwiched inside, and she looked at them over and over again, and she could see that the words were almost carved into her bone marrow.

She remembered it now, as if she could still see the messy handwriting on the paper, scribbled.

When my father wrote those words, he was either careless or distraught and restless.

He wrote it in a mess, like a notebook, and like a random work.

It was written about their sisters.

There are ranking names, age temperaments, and habits.

When Taiwei saw it at first glance, he felt very strange and confused, and Ding couldn't find a clue. The words that my father wrote, when I looked closely, seemed to be analyzing them.

But why did he do that?

Taiwei didn't understand it in the past, and still doesn't understand it now.

All she knew was that her father's ability to keep track of their age, temperament, and even what they had done proved that he could tell the difference between their sisters.

People and names, he clearly matched them all.

Even if he rarely saw them, he wouldn't mix her with Qi Moji to such an extent.

But everyone present heard him call out the word "pretty girl", and he also admitted that he couldn't distinguish the wrong name for a while.

Taiwei's heart was full of suspicions.

Did he deliberately call it wrong?

But why?

Is it because he saw through Qi Mo's bad intentions and didn't want her to succeed?

But even so, why did he call her by her name? Was it for the convenience of hindsight, or was he doing it on purpose?

She and the fourth sister have always had a bad relationship.

The fourth sister is arrogant and conceited, and she has suffered such a "great shame" today, how can she be happy.

But father, on purpose?

No way......

Taiwei was silent, and he had no confidence in his heart.

In the middle of her thoughts, she heard someone from outside to report that Aunt Cui was waiting outside.

Old Madam Qi didn't ask her son, and after listening, she said, "Let them come in." ”

Qi Yuanzhang was lying on his back, suddenly yawned long, and said loudly: "Wait." He stretched out his hand, put the back of his hand over his eyes, and muttered sleepiness in his mouth, saying no, and telling them all to go back.

Inspector Qi, the old lady, tucked the thin quilt on his body with her hand: "Okay, if you are tired, you can sleep well for a while." Mother asked the small kitchen to boil some porridge for you with a simmer, and when you woke up, it would be just right to use. ”

Qi Yuanzhang yawned again.

Old Madam Qi instructed everyone to retreat and went back to Minghe Hall herself.

It seems that it is just a blink of an eye, and only Qi Yuanzhang is left in the eastern room.

The sound of his breathing gradually flattened, as if he had fallen asleep, but suddenly, he lowered his hand. The eyes that had been blocked behind the back of the hands were open.

He didn't fall asleep.

The look in those eyes was the depth of the same party's carelessness and frivolity.

……

On the other side, in the light of late spring, Huo Linchun was going to his noon appointment.

Time is a little tight, it is said that riding a horse is faster, and driving can also be done, but Huo Linchun likes to sit in a sedan chair. And I don't want a big sedan chair, so I like the small sedan chair for two, and carry him step by step to the agreed place.

The sedan chair, like his face, was inconspicuous.

But at this hour, there are few pedestrians on the street, and there are few cars and horses, so this small sedan chair is highlighted.

In the restaurant, a thin and tall young man was lying on the window and looking down, looking at it while beckoning his companion behind him: "Come and see, does this look like Huo Linchun's sedan chair?"

The young man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was born very tall and strong. Obviously, the midsummer has not arrived, but he is already wearing an extremely thin summer cloth.

The wheat-colored skin was taut, and the muscles were bulging, like a few iron bumps.

He leaned closer, poking out half of his head to look out.

The hair was thick and black, shaved to a thin layer on the scalp.

"I don't know. After watching it for a long time, he opened his mouth and spit out these words.

The tall and thin young man on the side said inexplicably when he heard this: "Lao Tzu asked you if you look like it, and you said you don't know what to do." ”

He straightened up, half a head taller than him, like a mountain, and said without hesitation: "Because I don't know." ”

"Gotta get it! Lao Tzu is convinced! I want to talk to you again, I am the eighth king!" the tall and thin young man waved his hand, "The master can stand your ......"