Back in the Qin Mansion, Zhang Twelve found that the expressions of these subordinates were even more amusing than when he first woke up, and everyone had bewilderment written on their faces.

"Auntie...... Nun...... My uncle is back! ”

It's the familiar little girl's shout again, and it seems that she has the potential to be a trumpet.

Qin Dayou, who received the news, that is, Zhang Twelve's cheap old man, hurried over.

Just as Zhang Twelve thought, Qin Dayou did pull him to top the bag, and when Zhang Twelve was taken away by the official, Qin Dayou never thought that this young man who looked bookish and angry and had no power to restrain his hands would come back alive.

Standing outside the house to calm down, Qin Dayou walked in, and saw Zhang Twelve sitting on the stool as if no one was around, Qin Dayou's eyebrows rose slightly, but they quickly returned to normal.

"You...... The virtuous son-in-law has worked hard all day, and I am afraid that I will be hungry at this time, so I have sent someone to prepare a meal, and I will be able to deliver it immediately."

Zhang Twelve clenched his fists and signaled: "There is Lord Lao Yuezhang!" ”

"The virtuous son-in-law saw the outside, ate and drank to his heart's content, and then rested well for the night. We'll take a long-term view of the rest tomorrow. ”

After Qin Dayou finished speaking, he said a few words to the maid next to him, and without stopping much, he walked out.

It seems that this old man is not bad, is he?

…………

Looking at the chicken, duck and fish meat on the table, Zhang Twelve devoured it directly, there was no image at all, and the little maid who served him next to him opened her mouth wide, thinking that this person looked very delicate, but how could he be so rude when he ate, strange, strange.

Zhang Twelve didn't have this awareness, I saw that he had a chicken leg in his left hand and a chicken claw in his right hand, and a chicken wing in his mouth, and he instantly turned into a chicken maniac, muttering delicious while eating.

At this moment, Qin Dayou's image was much taller in Zhang Twelve's heart.

I was full of wine and food, and slept until dawn.

Just like last night's refusal to call Xiaohuan's maid to bed, in the morning he refused Xiaohuan's request to help him bathe and change clothes, this is not that Zhang Twelve is such an upright and selfless gentleman, with the noble character of Yanagi Hui, but this Xiaohuan is only thirteen or fourteen years old, in Zhang Twelve's eyes, this is just a little girl in junior high school.

Thinking about destroying flowers with such a young girl, Zhang Twelve's goosebumps rose.

Evil!

In between his washing, Xiaohuan had already prepared breakfast, which was nothing more than hot porridge and side dishes, served on small plates of different colors, and it looked exquisite.

Under Zhang Twelve's strong request, Xiaohuan sat at the table with a pair of small hands holding the porridge bowl, after all, it was the first time to eat at the same table with the master, and he looked a little at a loss.

"Xiaohuan, is my wife pretty?"

This is a question that Zhang Twelve is more concerned about.

Although he inexplicably "married" someone else and became a son-in-law, he still hopes that even if his unmasked bride can't grow up with a beautiful and fragrant country, at least she shouldn't have spicy eyes.

"Wife?"

Looking at Xiaohuan's puzzled look, Zhang Twelve remembered that here, they were afraid that they would not be able to understand the words "husband and wife".

"It's my lady."

"Ahh But my young lady is not old, why is my uncle called my young lady's wife? ”

The girl was still struggling with Zhang Twelve's title just now, but when it came to her own young lady, Xiaohuan talked about it as if she had opened a chatterbox.

Zhang Twelve's maiden surname is Qin Yutong, not only young and beautiful, but also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, known as "the first talented woman in Liangzhou", last year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting also won the leader, the limelight is unparalleled for a while.

Just listening to Xiaohuan say this, Zhang Twelve's tiger body was shocked, and he looked honored, as if those names were his.

The first talented woman in Liangzhou.

Well, that's good.

But why didn't Xiaohuan look at him with a look of envy, but showed regret in his eyes, and looked like he wanted to speak and stopped?

"Xiaohuan, what do you want to say?"

"Auntie...... Uncle, Xiaohuan thinks that Uncle is very good, so, you ...... Take care! ”

Aha?

Take care? Why take care?

When Zhang Twelve just wanted to ask her why she said this, he saw Qin Dayou pacing in, looked at it for a while, and then said, "Virtuous son-in-law, how did you rest last night?" ”

I came to shush the cold and ask for warmth in the morning, which really moved Zhang Twelve!

Compared with Qin Yutong, who has never shown up until now, this old man's performance is exemplary!

"Thanks to the father-in-law, the son-in-law slept well."

"Now that the virtuous son-in-law is resting, then ......"

Ay?

Wait - this "since...... So", why does Zhang Twelve feel a little familiar?

"Since the virtuous son-in-law is no longer in serious trouble, then, come on—go to the official mansion!"

Thinking about it, didn't this Qin Dayou just say such a sentence yesterday, and then sent himself to the battlefield?

Zhang Twelve suddenly had a very bad premonition, Nima, won't you come again, right?

"Someone's coming—let's go to the government's mansion!"

Qin Dayou really didn't disappoint, after saying this, he waved his sleeves, didn't take a cloud with him, and left quickly, leaving only Zhang Twelve standing in the room, sad and messy.

Only then did he understand why his lady was so beautiful and talented, Xiaohuan had to take care of himself, and the other little guys didn't envy him at all.

Bah!

Envy a fart!

This Qin Dayou seems to be planning to let him continue to top the bag as long as he can come back alive!

To come back or not to come back, that's the question......

…………

It was still the two officials who came yesterday, and they were a little surprised after seeing Zhang Twelve, after all, this young man who seemed to be powerless and looked like a scholar could come back alive for the first time on the battlefield, which was not easy.

But I feel a little sorry for him, the first time I came back alive, then this second time, it's enough to choke!

Zhang Twelve didn't resist either, and was very cooperative with the two of them, just muttering something to himself.

If someone were next to him, they would definitely hear something like this:

Nima, again?

…………

The large bed of pear blossom wood, the pink tent, and the long table with rice paper in jujube red, a woman in a long white dress stands in front of the table with a brush in her hand.

In one corner of the table is a bronze incense burner, with sandalwood curling, and on one side is a small ring of maids, patiently studying ink.

"Xiaohuan, he was taken away?"

The woman in the white dress asked softly.

"Miss Hui, aunt...... The boy was taken away. ”

"And he...... Did you complain about anything when you left – say, me? ”

"Not really, Miss. That son doesn't look like a beggar as Li Er said, and he looks like a knowledgeable person. It's just that it's a little strange to speak, especially when you're taken away, what are you talking about, you're coming with sesame oil? ”

"You're coming with sesame oil?"

Could it be that this is a person who is addicted to sesame oil, and he still thinks about sesame oil when he lives and dies?