Qingwen saw that it was noon, and all the sisters in the Listening Oriole Pavilion went to take a nap and rest one after another, waiting for the big drama to start in the evening. So, she tiptoed out the back door of the Oriole Pavilion, stood on the back porch of the Oriole Pavilion, and secretly waved to the boatman on the river.

After a while, a plate of walnuts, puff pastry, and dried dates was brought ashore.

Qingwen paid the corner, she hurriedly poured the plate into the open placket and pocket, turned around and went back to the Oriole Pavilion.

This dried fruit mix is filial piety to the old doctor Mr. Mu who is in charge of the Oriole Pavilion, and Qingwen knows that she can't learn the old man's medical skills in vain. After studying for half a month, I have to show a little bit of etiquette and do some formal disciple etiquette.

"Where are you going?" a roar from the flat ground shook Qingwen's sneaky footsteps.

The bustard's son, Wei Xiaobao, grabbed Qingwen's hair from behind and dragged her back.

Qingwen was dragged to a stumbling position, and the dried fruits in her arms rolled off to the ground immediately.

"Hehe, do you respect Lao Tzu?!" Wei Xiaobao let go of Qingwen, leaned down and picked up snacks on the ground, unable to hide his joy.

"That's right, little brother Wei, it's convenient for my sister. Qingwen not only picked it up herself, but also put the mixed mix she picked up on Wei Xiaobao's clothes.

"What, what's convenient?" Wei Xiaobao took a mouthful of delicious food, and couldn't hide his curiosity, and he didn't forget to continue to ask Qingwen.

"I gave my sister the iron pestle to sharpen the knife and stole it from the back kitchen. Qingwen said.

"Dare to instruct Lao Tzu, what my sister thinks is beautiful...... Okay, okay, my good sister, I'll go now. At first, Wei Xiaobao wanted to stiffen his waist and say "no" to Qingwen. Anyway, at this time, Qingwen's embroidery needle was already against the center of his eyebrows, and Wei Xiaobao immediately agreed.

Qingwen has already made up her mind: "Since you eat me, you have to listen to me." Filial piety is not an old Chinese medicine doctor, and it is also cost-effective to buy you a little overlord. ”

Thinking like this, the ghost of the embroidery needle turned around, broke free from the orchid's fingers and fell, and suddenly plunged into Qingwen's feet, and Qingwen felt pain in her heart. "Oops!", she couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but eat with his mouth full, and watched the "play" vigorously, clapped his hands and said happily: "Hahaha, Sister Qingwen has lost her hooves." I knew that you would give me food so quickly, what else would I have to grab? ”

The embroidery needle that pierced into the ashisanli suddenly pulled out of Qingwen in the painful twisting, however, the embroidery needle didn't really fall to the ground as if it had an idea, but flew up directly from the ashisanli "snort-" all of a sudden, flashing between the sunlight and dust, and heading straight for Qingwen's front door.

Listening to the sound of the wind as thin as a willow trembling, Qingwen turned her face away, and the plum blossom needle swept obliquely over the tip of Qingwen's nose, a leap in the air, and again, pierced into Qingwen's person.

"Ruthless enough!" Qingwen was shocked, she didn't even have time to exclaim, and she didn't dare to come out, she was ruthless, stretched out her palm and a desperate rung, "Rub it-" The small tip of the plum blossom needle suddenly cut into Qingwen's palm as easily as a mud pill.

"Oh yes, hands are connected to the heart," Wei Xiaobao was so surprised that he couldn't care about the excitement when he saw this, and asked distressedly: "Good sister, do you hurt?"