Although the impostor has been engaged in maritime business for many years, he should have memorized the laws and regulations of the Great Dynasty and would not take the risk of doing some illegal things. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But for the sake of safety, Lan Xin still asked people to carefully check the cargo on the ship. I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of just in case! What's more, this boat has also passed through the hands of Hei San and them.

After reading the first-class list, I saw that there was nothing out of order. And the boat over there has already been inspected, and there are no problems. He ordered someone to move the imposter to the big ship, and let Xie Ming and Lao Wei go over to take the helm.

At the same time, her luggage was carried to the heavy brig. In a few days, they will be in the territory of Dazong, and Lan Yi and Xiongfei will also go back to Moyun Valley. Taking advantage of today's repairs, she happened to move back in time, so as not to lose time.

After some trimming, everything is ready, Lan Xin waved his hand and set sail!

The mast sail rose against the rising sun, and everyone set sail again with a happy smile and the red rising sun.

Qinghe opened the cage, folded the clothes inside one by one, closed the lid, and sat down at the table, with his hands on his cheeks, blinking his eyes in a daze. After a while, she walked over to the cage and rearranged the contents. He sat on the stool at the table again, his hands on his cheeks, and his eyes blinked in a daze. After a while, she got up again and walked to the cage······

Alas, Lan Xin put down the account book in his hand and sighed helplessly: "Qinghe, can't you sit quietly for a while? ”

"Oh, I see, girl, the slave is lighter. Qinghe said, the movements of his hands were really gentle. Lan Xin simply put down the pen in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her helplessly.

Qinghe's hand moved, and he put down his hand in a daze, and slowly moved to Lan Xin's side. Hanging his head, his hands tugging at the placket of his clothes, he whispered, "Girl······" His lips squirmed, not knowing what to say.

Lan Xin lowered his eyes, blocked the complicated color in his eyes, held Qinghe's somewhat cold hand, smiled and comforted: "You don't have to think about anything, just do what I tell you to do." ”

Qinghe's lips squirmed a few times, and finally nodded gently and agreed: "The slave knows, girl, you must be careful." "Hehe!" Lan Xin was amused by her solemn and cautious appearance, nodded and said, "Don't worry, your girl is not so easy to get into trouble." I'm still going to watch you get married and have children. Then, watch your child become your own child and watch ······"

"Girl!" Qinghe said angrily, her face was hot, and the tips of her ears were red. "You're going to make fun of the slaves. The slave maid will not marry in this life, so she will stay with the girl and serve the girl for the rest of her life. ”

"What stupid things are you talking about?!" Lan Xin glanced at her and scolded with a smile, "How can anyone not be a biological child?" Besides, you are not young anymore, I don't want to stay here and again, and stay as an enemy. ”

"Girl, you know how to bully slaves. Qinghe said with a pout, glaring at her with a frown.

"Speaking of which, I do remember something. Lan Xin put away his playful expression and said seriously. Looking up at the hourglass not far away, I saw that it was still early. He sat down on the stool and said solemnly, "What did you think about last time I asked you to think about it······?"

"Girl. Qinghe pressed Lan Xin's hand and said solemnly, "Girl, the slave is not joking. The slave and maid really don't marry anymore, so they stay with the girl. Accompany the girl to the sea and accompany the girl to travel around····· In short, wherever the girl goes, the slave goes. One day, when our hair was gray, we sat down together and talked. ”

"Huh. Lan Xin was amused by her and giggled, I seem to see a picture when you say this, "Under the sunset, two old women with gray hair and wrinkled faces sat alone on the stones, looking dryly at the sky. When an autumn wind passes, the leaves drift away, and we shiver in the autumn wind like fallen leaves. How miserable it is, how miserable it is. Haha!"

"Girl, the slave is serious. Qinghe frowned, and looked at her girl with a wry smile. I didn't expect her girl to run so far.

"Hehe, it's so funny!" After Lan Xin laughed enough, he shook his head, took a sip of tea, and looked at Qinghe's helpless appearance. Said seriously, "I'm telling you the truth. After my aunt left, you were my dearest person. I really hope you can be happy. Don't fail to take my words to heart and think about them seriously. These people around us, if you think it's appropriate, tell me. Or if you meet someone you like one day, you can also tell me. ”

Qinghe shook her head and said solemnly: "Girl, in fact, the slave maid really didn't think about marrying someone, the slave maid just wanted to ······"

"I didn't think about it before, but now I can start thinking about it. Lan Xin waved her hand to interrupt her, "Qinghe, I understand your intentions. But you really don't need to be so stupid, don't miss out when you meet the right person. ”

"The girl will only persuade the slave maid, will the girl think about these things?" Qinghe was touched by her girl's friendship with her, and at the same time felt sorry for her girl.

Lan Xin took the teacup for a moment, the cup stopped at his lips, put it down again, and sighed faintly: "In the future····· "It's so hard to support the family business alone, and she really doesn't have time to think about those ups and downs.

"Really?!" Qinghe's eyes lit up and he asked with a smile. I've always been worried that the girl will get into the horns, and it's so happy to hear the girl say this today.

Lan Xin looked at Qinghe's stupid smile that was so toothless that she couldn't see her eyes, she glanced at her angrily, and said angrily: "Why, in your eyes, is your girl the kind of person who is dead-eyed? Besides, for Rong Jing? She squinted slightly, staring at the half cup of tea in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Yes, that's what the girl said. Qinghe gritted his teeth and said, "A weak and incompetent person like him, wolf-hearted, is not worthy of a girl to be sad for him." The girl should have forgotten about him. There are also people from the Zhou family, they are not good things either. Wait until one day······"

A knock on the door interrupted Qinghe's words, and Aunt Bing reminded outside, "Girl, the time has come." ”