The heat dissipated when the soup cup was first opened, and the atmosphere of a family of three at the table fell into a stagnant.

The most tormented in my heart is not Ah Yao, but Hu Jiuling, who is a father. But all fathers who love their daughters like their lives have one thing in common - they hope that their daughters will always be delicate flowers growing in greenhouses, and they will be happy and healthy until they grow old without weather, frost, rain and snow all their lives. Although intellectually he knew that this was impossible, the heart of that favorite girl still prompted him to firmly protect A-Yao in the thirteen years after her birth.

But when he was a nurse, the sharp and piercing words, the indifferent and freezing tone, not to mention that he was pampered and raised by Ah Yao, even if he followed his elders to the business field since he was a child, he may not be able to do it when he was thirteen years old, so abnormal he has to be suspicious.

"Ah Yao didn't trust the nurse the most in the past."

Daddy really doubted it, and when he asked, Ah Yao's hanging heart was put down.

Song Qinwen's betrayal had a particularly strong impact, but it didn't make her lose trust in her father, who spoiled her since she was a child. However, the experience of living again is too mysterious, and it may not be possible to win people's trust when she says it, and with Daddy's nervousness about her, she may think that she is possessed by some evil.

After a little thought, she decided to put it another way.

"Daddy, my daughter had a dream after lying down yesterday, and after waking up in the middle of the night with abdominal pain, she felt that the Lingtai was clear, and many people who were confused in the past were sophisticated. In the past, the closest to her daughter was the nurse, and she was the first to come out, and the first person to understand was her. ”

After saying that, her ten tender fingers arched in front of her chin, and her lips pursed slightly after her apricot eyes blinked to show her agility.

"My daughter didn't expect that the nurse would be like that."

Hu Jiuling's attention was all on her daughter's first sentence. What kind of dream can make people change so much overnight.

"You can't be targeted by something dirty, right?"

When he was young, Hu Jiuling also heard about many strange methods in various places. For example, the Nanzhao people in the southwest swamp make good use of Gu worms, the Tatar sacrifices in the northland grasslands can communicate heaven and earth, and even in the Great Xia drama "The Savior of the Turtle", the Kukai master incarnated by the turtle prime minister is also the princess of the Dragon Palace who has been trained in the mortal world to come back to life.

Ah Yao tilted her head and looked helpless, she knew ......

And the Song family on the side could no longer care about the virtuous and virtuous lady, and directly kicked the husband under the table, and said unhappily: "The Sun monkey in the play was once enlightened by the Bodhi ancestor, and he can change from a stone monkey to seventy-two omnipotent, and there are more people who have a great enlightenment after an adventure, why can't Ayao?" ”

Ah Yao also hurriedly cooperated with her mother, and said aggrievedly: "Could it be that Ah Yao is smart, and Ah Yao doesn't like it?" ”

Hu Jiuling hurriedly shook his head, "Daddy can't be happy, it's not that I'm afraid of something bad hurting Yao." ”

As he spoke, he carefully looked at his beloved daughter's demeanor, and found that Ah Yao's expression was as usual, and after looking at him with intimacy in his eyes as always, or even more dependent than usual, he finally put his heart back in his stomach a little.

The husband and wife were one, keenly aware of her husband's unease, and she added: "The master is also concerned about it, but the concubine should be fine when she looks at A-Yao." Most of the people who are possessed by evil are perverse and violent, how can they be as thoughtful as Ah Yao is now. Ah Yao, don't be upset, your father is not worried about you. ”

After being persuaded by her, Hu Jiuling let down his guard a little more, looked up and saw A-Yao pouting, and almost wrote the three big words "unhappy" on his face with a brush, and he reflexively began to patiently persuade him.

"Your aunt is right, Daddy doesn't care about you? Don't be angry, the little mouth will become a little pig's mouth if you pout it again. Come to drink a bowl of quail soup, the cook who stewed the soup came out of the mansion of the lord, Daddy knows that Ah Yao loves to drink soup, so he specially invited you back, try whether it suits your appetite. ”

Picked up the soup spoon and scooped the peony caragon chrysanthemum bowl until it was eighty percent full, Hu Jiuling took the spoon and gently stirred and blew, until the temperature of the next bowl was neither cold nor hot, and then he handed it to Ah Yao.

Since Daddy's death, no one has been so patient to blow soup to her, and a familiar scene touched Ah Yao's thoughts, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes.

Hu Jiuling was anxious, "It's all Daddy's bad, Daddy shouldn't doubt Ah Yao." Ah Yao Bingxue is smart, she wants to understand what this bit of human affection is, don't cry. ”

The more she is in front of familiar people, the more A-Yao can't help herself. This would hear Daddy's last almost pleading words, and the tears that were rolling in her eyes couldn't help but roll down anymore.

Leaning over and throwing himself into Daddy's arms, smelling the familiar smell of soaphorn on his body, the loneliness of the previous life for three years, the powerlessness of watching the family fall in the middle of the road, the resentment towards Song Qinwen when he learned the truth, and the pain when he was pierced into a sieve by Shen Moci, all kinds of feelings came together and were completely released in the arms that made her feel at ease.

Tears burst into tears and let her grief be vented, and she only felt a pair of gentle hands holding her on her lap, gently shaking as when she was a child, patiently coaxing.

I don't know how long it took, when she dried her tears, she looked up and saw that Daddy's original face with a three-point smile had turned into a bitter melon. Her well-groomed beard was stained with snot and tears, and her locks of teeth and claws condensed into strange shapes.

"Stop crying?"

Hu Jiuling breathed a long sigh of relief, and Song said strangely: "What's wrong with Ah Yao?" ”

cried out all the grievances she had suffered, and A-Yao only felt refreshed. Her red and swollen eyes stared straight at Daddy's beard, and she was a little embarrassed after regaining her senses.

"Auntie!" After a pause, she said casually: "It's not A-Niang, just compared my daughter to a stone monkey, and my daughter didn't jump out of the cracks in the stones." ”

What a broken child! Song was dumbfounded. After the discomfort of the first, a feeling rose in her heart that she had never felt before, and Ah Yao had been very polite to her before, so that people could not find the slightest mistake. Although this is not a bad thing, but the etiquette is for outsiders, and there is no need for a board and a glance between mothers and daughters. Now A-Yao is coquettishly accusing, and there is no resentment on her tear-stained little face, and her intimacy makes her feel more comfortable.

"And said that he didn't jump out of the crack in the stone, look at your monkey-like appearance."

Ah Yao tightened Daddy's neck, the thirteen-year-old girl's figure had just begun to develop, and at first glance she looked childish, shrunk up to her tall father to show squeamishness.

"Daddy is willing to let me flutter!" A-Yao stuck out her tongue.

Song's eyebrows were filled with a happy smile, but he became more and more sure in his heart: Ah Yao must not be stained with any dirty things, otherwise how could she be so lovable. At this moment, she completely understands the mood of the master, such a little Jiaojiao, it is really hard to hold all the good things in the world to her.

The Song family is not the only one who has such an idea, the thick fog in the morning has dissipated, the shops on both sides of Jinyuan Street in the center of the city have opened their doors to welcome customers, and the hawkers on the street who carry tea stoves and sell all kinds of breakfast have been shouting one after another.

In the first quiet teahouse in the east of Jinyuan Street, the soft tone of Suzhou Pingtan came faintly from the building, and a young man in Xuanyi sat clinically in the box on the second floor, and an old monk with a pot on his back sat opposite the boy.

The old monk was cooking tea, and the boiling spring water on the stove rushed into the purple clay pot, and after warming the teapot several times in a row, a small pinch of tea was put in. The whole process was smooth, and it didn't take long for the fragrance of tea to spread throughout the box.

Pour a cup to the young man in Xuanyi opposite, the old monk waved his sleeves slightly and invited him to taste tea, and nodded with satisfaction after pouring himself a drink.

"The Qingcheng mountain spring is sweet, and the tea brewed is delicious."

The young man nodded noncommittally, and looked out the window with deep eyes under his sideburns, vaguely looking at the quiet and deep mansion in the distance.

"It is rumored that this spring water still flows out of the Hu family's land."

Hearing the Hu family, the young man finally withdrew his gaze, picked up the teacup and frowned and tasted it. The sweet taste came, and he frowned slightly at the thought of the same little face in his memory.

"The Hu family?"

The old monk pretended not to see the little marquis's suddenly kind face, and said unintentionally: "It is the imperial merchant Hu family in Qingcheng, and the mountain spring originates from a crack in the Hu family's courtyard. Because of its sweet taste, many people in the city like to use it to make wine and make tea, and there are many people who go to the foot of the mountain every morning to wait for water. After the Hu family found out, not only did they not stop it, but took advantage of the renovation of the courtyard to sort out the veins of the mountain spring, and built a pool at the foot of the mountain with bluestone to store spring water for other people's families. Seeing the subtle knowledge, Hou Ye, the benevolence of the Hu family can be seen from this. ”

The young man in Xuanyi was ordered by the emperor to come to supervise the opening of the Qingcheng silk market this year, and Lu Jingyuan, the Marquis of Dingbei. Due to the fact that Beidi is ready to move in recent years, the border of Daxia is unstable, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers are stationed there, and the daily military expenditure is an astronomical amount. Seeing that the national treasury was tight, Imajo set his sights on the rich Jiangnan.

Huainan Yan City and Qingcheng Silk City account for most of the annual Jiangnan tax revenue, of which the former is the most important. In the land of splendid anointment in the south of the Yangtze River, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty know that this trip is a gilded journey. But no matter how red they are, they can only look at it. There is no other reason, just because the eldest sister of the first mother, the eldest princess of Ning'an, has first begged for her only son Dingbei Hou to go to the palace.

When she ascended the throne today, the eldest princess of Ning'an made great efforts, and she has always adhered to her duties over the years, and she can be called a model of noble women in Beijing. For many years, I can't find a chance to compensate for it, and now that the eldest princess is begging to come to the front of the palace, which one who doesn't have long eyes dares to rob her?

Fortunately, there are two Meicha, and there is only one little marquis, and he can always drink some leftover soup when he eats meat. The Manchu Dynasty Wenwu looked at the bowl of broth with blank eyes, and sure enough, soon news came from the palace that the little marquis was ordered to go to Huainan Salt City as a messenger.

As expected, just when the Manchu Dynasty civil and military set their sights on the Qingcheng Silk Market, and even several princes were eager to try, the little marquis personally entered the palace and pushed off the salt market, which was the largest part of the tax revenue, and went to the silk market instead.

Hearing this, many people secretly laughed at the little marquis for being stupid, what was he afraid of with the support of the people on the dragon chair? You have to push the credit outward! Only those old foxes who have lived in the court for a long time secretly praised the little marquis's good methods. With the support of the emperor, are you still worried about the credit? At this time, the most taboo thing is that greed is not enough to wear out the emperor's affection!

Even if the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty wanted to break their heads, they would never think of it. The little marquis is not a rare achievement, let alone intentional convergence, the reason why he came to Qingcheng is very simple.

"I don't know what to do!"

Snorting lightly, he counted the two largest silk merchants in Qingcheng. The Hu family and the Shen family, although the Hu family has the name of an imperial businessman, in fact, the water of the Shen family is much deeper than that of the Hu family.

"Which is right and which is wrong, Ben Hou knows in his heart."

He couldn't do anything wrong with his eyes closed, he picked up the teacup and drank it all, and a carrier pigeon flew in from the open window on the second floor, and Lu Jingyuan grabbed it casually. He took out a note from the bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg, and his face changed after reading it.

"Shen Moci sent someone to the West Corner Gate of the Hu family?"

His expression darkened, and he commanded outside the door, "Send someone to follow." ”