Chapter Eighty-Seven: Rhetoric

Xiao Junyi walked quickly, and when he came, he thought about gossip, wanting to pick up whether this 10,000-year-old iron tree was also blooming in spring.

Who knew that after coming, the slightest gossip was gone.

It's all a belly.

Xiao walked out angrily, and the little servants in the Assassin's Mansion saw that his face was not good, and they all lowered their heads and pretended that they didn't exist, and no one dared to touch this master's moldy head.

Jokes, and they're not stupid. Xiao Junyi smiled when he entered the study, but when he came out, the door slammed into the sky. It was the same last time, but he didn't slam the door, and the second young master just had a bad face.

I don't know what kind of conflict the two brothers had this time.

A few people who were waiting near the courtyard didn't dare to squeak, and those who were far away from the courtyard didn't know what the situation was and didn't dare to go up to speak, for fear that Xiao Junyi would hold back the fire and spill his anger on himself.

Xiao Junyi didn't care what the people below thought, and when he walked to the door, he had already weighed his words to Zhao Qingnan.

He originally came back to ask about Zhao Qingyin, and he thought back and forth in his heart that he wanted to find a family affair for Xiao Zhenyi. Who knew that as soon as he came, Xiao Zhenyi would make a fuss for him.

Zhao Qingnan didn't force herself to block the knife for her, and she took care of her softly when she was injured. A girl's family is brave, resourceful and transparent, and it does not prevent him from taking revenge.

From beginning to end, he wanted to pester Zhao Qingnan, not Zhao Qingnan to provoke him.

Xiao Junyi stood at the door and decided to leave all the bad things today in the gate of the Thorn Shi Mansion, and hid it after stepping over this threshold from Zhao Qingnan.

Thinking like this, when he walked to the door, he had already fixed his face, and he looked similar to when he came.

The little guy at the door didn't know that the two brothers had quarreled, and when he saw him come out, he called a thousand: "Second master." ”

Xiao Junyi waved his hand casually and walked out.

He walked back after just two steps, startling the two little guys.

"What's wrong with the second master?"

Xiao Junyi looked at the sky and asked, "Is there still a place to sell sugar gourds?" ”

The little guy at the door was stunned: "Second master, what kind of joke are you talking about?" It's spring now, and sugar gourds don't want to eat in spring. ”

Xiao Junyi pondered for a while and asked, "Then do you know where to make sugar gourds?" ”

"Yo, then you have to go to West Lane, West Lane is the fourth to the penultimate house, there is a person who sells sugar gourds in the streets and alleys, and it is a must in Luzhou County. But why don't you ask the chef if you want to eat sugar gourds? ”

Xiao Junyi was surprised: "The chef in the house still makes sugar gourds?" ”

The little guy shook his head: "I don't know, can you ask?" ”

Xiao Junyi shook his head, walked down the steps in three or two steps, went up to the carriage, and returned to the county office.

When he came, he heard that Zhao Qingnan wanted a sugar gourd, and Xiao Junyi was always thinking about it. Now that I heard Xiaowu talk about the season of eating sugar gourds, and thought of Xiao Zhenyi's idea of killing her just now, my mood was very unbeautiful.

I got into the carriage in a sullen manner.

It is not particularly far from the Thorn Shifu to the Luzhou County Ya, but it has to pass through a bustling street. Xiao Junyi walked this side less, and saw that the streets were bustling and lively, and the people were each in charge of their own livelihoods, and the depressed mood dissipated a lot.

There was a long queue at the pastry shop on the street, Xiao Junyi asked the carriage to pull over, and got out of the car and bought some pastries according to Zhao Qingnan's taste.

The carriage had stopped for a while, and there was already some congestion outside. Xiao Junyi finished buying the pastries and took a while before going out from this street.

This street is not narrow, but I don't know if it is because the vendors set up their stalls at will, and if a horse-drawn carriage passes by, it will be very congested.

However, there are few ordinary people who ride in a carriage, after all, everyone is the most important thing in life.

Xiao Junyi didn't take this stubble to heart, and went back with the pastries.

It wasn't until much later that he realized how much impact his accidental carelessness had on Zhao Qingnan.

But that's another story.

When Xiao Junyi returned to the mansion, Zhao Qingnan was reading a book under the eaves in his small courtyard.

The weather was fine in spring, and the sun was shining down from the southwest, falling on Zhao Qingnan's loose hair and the scrolls at hand.

Zhao Qingnan was born with a good skin, very similar to his brother Zhao Qingyun, with a bit of heroism between his eyebrows, but it is the unique charm of a girl's family when you look closely.

It is a completely different feeling from Zhao Qingyun, but at a glance, people can tell that these two are brother and sister.

Zhao Qingnan's book is fascinated, and the book in this era is much better than modern vulgar romance novels.

When I raised my eyes by chance, I saw Xiao Junyi standing at the gate of the courtyard, and beckoned to him with a smile: "Are you back?" ”

Xiao Junyi was stunned for a moment, and raised the pastry in his hand at Zhao Qingnan: "My lord, it's a pity that there is no sugar gourd today, can you see it okay to eat cloud cake with your face?" ”

Zhao Qingnan felt that it didn't matter: "Originally, it was also for Qingyin." ”

Xiao Junyi smiled and walked forward: "Why did you loosen your hair?" ”

Zhao Qingnan originally wanted to ask about Zhao Qingyin, but when he asked about his hair, he responded: "I just washed it, does it look much softer?" ”

Xiao Junyi nodded: "It's so good-looking." ”

Zhao Qingnan smiled: "Of course! And don't look at who I am. ”

After finishing speaking, he went to pull his sleeve again: "How?" The handsome boy who saved Qingyin is your brother? ”

Xiao Junyi opened his mouth and sighed, "I didn't ask." ”

He said again: "You don't know how annoying Xiao Zhenyi is." ”

Zhao Qingnan was curious: "What's annoying?" ”

Xiao Junyi began to talk nonsense: "Xiao Zhenyi was worried about my injury, so as soon as I returned home, I pressed me on the bed and picked up my clothes." ”

Zhao Qingnan was stunned: "Is it so rude?" After finishing speaking, he took a detour to Xiao Junyi's back and poked his bandage, poking his head out from behind him: "Does it hurt?" ”

Xiao Junyi's eyes softened, and he said softly: "He didn't do anything to me, he just looked at my injuries and found a good Lang Zhong to show me." ”

Zhao Qingnan wondered: "It's normal to care about this, my brother is worried about my brother's injury, how can it be annoying." ”

Xiao Junyi pretended to pout: "He muttered and asked me to move back to the Thorn Mansion, which was very noisy." I refused, so I quarreled with him, so I missed the time to buy sugar gourds. ”

Zhao Qingnan didn't know whether it was true or not, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Even if you go back to recuperate, it's nothing, you rely on me every day, and you have added a lot of items." ”

Xiao Junyi didn't do it: "My lord, I speak with my conscience, I eat and drink at my own expense, and the last time I went to visit the kiln with me, the money was still coming out." ”

Zhao Qingnan tricked: "So what? This official has no conscience, only a sincere heart for the country and the people, and he can't sell two catties. ”

Xiao Junyi didn't make a move with her, and sighed: "My lord has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, is he losing?" I went to put the pastry down, and my hand hurt from the straw rope. ”

Zhao Qingnan nodded and let him go.