Xue Ying, who was blindsided because of her brain, was already at Zhao Zhuangtou's house when she came back to her senses, and in front of her was a large basin of steaming hot water. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing that Aunt He'an was about to start stripping her clothes, she hurriedly dodged: "I'll come by myself, come by myself!"

Aunt He'an was surprised, and Qiaoya ran over to relieve the siege: "Miss is taking a bath except for Zhen's mother, and no one else will help her." ”

"But this ......"

"It's okay, I can do it myself. Xue Ying waved her hand.

Aunt He'an looked at the basin of water, and estimated that she couldn't drown her, plus she raised a son, who was used to being rough, so she didn't think much about it for a while, touched the water and felt that the temperature was right, got up and wiped her hands: "Okay, call me if you have anything, I'll go prepare some ginger soup." ”

When Aunt He'an left, Qiaoya came over: "Miss, can you do it?"

"No problem, you can go and change your clothes as well. ”

"I'm fine, I'm not sweating. Qiaoya's face was full of indifference, her eyes purred, and she lowered her voice, "I want to sneak up the mountain and see Zhao Zhuangtou and them." ”

Xue Ying straightened her face: "Okay, if you want to be expelled from the sect by your master, then go ahead!"

Qiaoya's neck shrank, and she finally knew that she was afraid, and stuck out her tongue: "I'll help the master, Miss, you can wash it yourself!" After speaking, she ran away.

Qiaoya wanted to learn martial arts from Aunt He'an, and when she heard that she was in danger of being expelled from the school, no matter how big her curiosity was, she didn't dare to be presumptuous. Xue Ying knew her character, so she didn't say anything, turned around and began to bathe and change clothes.

When I took off my clothes, I saw two black and purple bruises on my arms, and I felt the pain—these wounds were hit by a box that had fallen from the beam when Aunt Junko was pulling the curtain.

I don't know what the box was inside, who hid it there, and if the deserters hadn't found it, maybe she'd have been able to take it back and see what happened.

Aunt He'an was busy in the kitchen, came over with ginger soup and dessert, and wanted to dress her, but when she entered the room, she found that Xue Ying had already changed her clothes, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: these winter clothes are very bulky, and her son may not be able to dress himself well at this age, but I didn't expect this delicate young lady to do so well.

Xue Ying was already crystal clear, but now wrapped in a big red cotton jacket, it was even more pink and cute, she couldn't help but feel a little crisp, went over to pick her up, and pinched her little nose: "Miss is so capable, so good." ”

Xue Ying didn't expect her to become so "presumptuous" all of a sudden, and she was defenseless for a while, so she had to show a sweet smile and accept this compliment, which was not a compliment in her opinion.

"Is this dress customary, is it too coarse?" asked Aunt He'an. This dress was brought from the house of a little girl in the Zhuangzi, although it was brand new and not worn, but after all, it was different from the silk and satin that Miss usually wore, and she was worried that Miss would cry and be reluctant to change her clothes.

"It was nice and warm. Xue Ying looked at Qiaoya's head secretly from behind the door, and couldn't help but laugh for a while, and she also knew that although this girl didn't dare to act rashly, she was still very anxious about the things on the mountain - after all, her father was still in the hands of those gangsters, and her brother's whereabouts were unknown, so it would be strange if she wasn't worried at all.

So she pulled Aunt He'an's sleeve and asked worriedly, "What's going on on the mountain?" Mother Zhen, Dong Xun, Uncle Shunzi, and Zhao Hu have any news?"

Hearing this, Aunt He'an looked up in the direction of the mountain, and after a while, she was still not very hearted, and called Qiaoya in and said, "You take good care of Miss here, and you are not allowed to leave for half a step, do you know?"

"Got it, Master. In front of Aunt He'an, Qiaoya didn't dare to put the slightest thought into it.

Aunt He'an touched Xue Ying's head: "I'll go take a look, I'll be back soon." You drink this ginger soup, and if you're afraid of spicy, you can eat some snacks, you know?"

"I see. Xue Ying obediently agreed.

Aunt He'an was relieved to go out.

Qiaoya stuck out her tongue and said angrily at Xue Ying: "Master only likes you now, not me!" Originally, when it was just beginning, Aunt He'an saw that she was a girl and liked her very much, but she didn't expect that after apprenticing, her attitude became more and more strict, similar to treating her sons.

"If she likes you as much as she likes me, and then teaches you those two sets of boxing techniques, are you willing?" Xue Ying said indifferently, then sat down on the other side of the table, and picked up the bowl that was bigger than her face - this Zhao Zhuangtou family is worthy of being a professional family for raising sons, and everything is rough enough.

"Then I'd better be her apprentice. Qiaoya immediately turned into a happy face, "I can learn martial arts quickly!"

"Boasting. Xue Ying muttered with a smile. Then he made a bitter face, "This ginger soup is too much, you can help me drink some." ”

Before the words fell, Qiaoya had already run out of the door, leaving only the last note: "Miss, I'm nearby, something to call me!"

"This girl, ginger soup is not poison, can you be so afraid?" Xue Ying pursed her lips, held the big bowl and continued to drink bitterly, and then seemed to see a sign at the bottom of the bowl.

This sign seems to be so familiar......

She went back to the basin she had just used to bathe, and under the clear water, there was a faint pattern similar to the bottom of the bowl, and she looked around, and then found that on the pillars, the corners of the table, and the bottom of the vase, there were all the symbols, some of which were printed when they were made, and some of which were painted with red paint afterwards, and from the degree of peeling of the lacquer, it had been painted for some years.

Could it be that this is the Zhao family's totem? But I haven't heard that the family paints totems everywhere!

Just thinking about it, Qiaoya's excited voice came from outside the door: "Miss, Zhao Zhuangtou rescued my father and them, I'll pick them up!"

"You be careful, the snow is slippery......" When Xue Ying walked to the door, Qiaoya had already run away, looking at the figure that looked a little smaller on the snow, she couldn't help but shake her head: she obviously promised her master that she would not leave half a step, but when she turned around, she forgot to be clean, she was really a heartless little girl.

Just thinking about it, Qiaoya, who was still running towards Zhuangzi, suddenly stopped, looked back at her, bit her fingers tangledly, hesitated, turned around and began to walk back.

"Why don't you go?" Xue Ying asked.

"Master asked me to take care of you, she can't leave until she comes back. Qiao Ya pouted, looked back in the direction of Zhuangzi, gritted her teeth and broke the reluctance in her heart, and sped up her steps back to Xue Ying's side, "Miss, you better go back quickly, you will have a headache if the wind blows." ”

When Xue Ying heard this, her heart suddenly warmed, and she looked at the little girl in front of her, who was only seven or eight years old, and she was moved and admired, it was really rare to have such determination at such a young age.

It's a shame that she thought she would forget her previous promise just now, and she really underestimated this girl.

Looking up, Zhao Zhuangtou and a group of young adults who rushed from Zhuangzi to save people surrounded Uncle Shunzi's family, Zhen's mother and Dong Xun in the middle, and were walking down the mountain, it seemed that there was nothing to do, so they put down their hearts and waited for them in the warm room with Qiaoya.