Chapter 65 Fate

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Thanks to the four great generous tips of 'so-called, commitment, down-and-out floating clouds, jinrai, lz3zl'.

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Since that glimpse, Wei Qiao's life has flowed quietly like clear water as before, without the slightest wave.

The legend about Wei Qiao outside has been flourishing for a long time, and from time to time people come to visit the door to ask for poetry, but the porter is very sensible and polite to tell everyone who comes: "The young master is preparing for the Jinshi exam, please understand" Yunyun, and then the person who came was more polite to the doorman with a fist and returned with a smile.

Wei Qiao is not not missing everyone, Chu Han, Han Yuan came once, and Wei Qiao asked some poetry and some learning methods, Wei Qiao said a few words simply and clearly, and the two suddenly realized that they suddenly opened their mouths, and returned with excitement.

Wu Fangyuan also came once, his eyes were quite unwilling, and he talked to Wei Qiao for a while, the remorse in his heart was even heavier, and he left with a sigh.

Reading in the study, teasing the little maid if you have nothing to do, and occasionally fiddling with some miscellaneous little things, Wei Qiao's life is leisurely and fulfilling.

In the study, Wei Qiao Xiangling sat at the table, the little girl's little hands trembled with a brush, and she wrote on the rice paper bit by bit with her small mouth.

"Young master..."It didn't take long for Xiangling to look at the crooked big characters, turn her head to look at Wei Qiao pitifully, and shouted with a flat mouth.

Wei Qiao had two pieces of wood in his hand, and a snow-bright white knife was cutting back and forth on it, and long strips slowly fell.

"If you can't finish writing five hundred, you're not allowed to eat." Wei Qiao didn't raise his head and continued to sharpen.

The little girl's little face was full of grievances, and the two originally white little hands were now holding the brush with black difficulty, and they lowered their heads and wrote with their little faces.

Wan'er came over with a plate, took out a cup and a teapot, and poured a cup for Wei Qiao Xiangling. Looking at Xiangling's aggrieved appearance, he pursed his lips and smiled, and suddenly whispered to Wei Qiao: "Young master, there will be a temple fair in a while, let's go and see it..."

Before Wan'er finished speaking, Xiangling's eyes stared at the wide, shiny dripping turn.

Wei Qiao glanced up at Wan'er, nodded with a smile and said, "Well, speaking of which, you haven't gone out much, I'll take you out next time." ”

As soon as Wei Qiao's voice fell, Xiangling turned her head miserably, with ink on her little face, and said in a greasy voice: "Young master, people want to go too..."

"If you can't write well, you stay at home and watch the door." Wei Qiao glanced at him and said.

Xiangling said with an aggrieved 'oh' on her face, turned her head and continued to write, but Wan'er on the other side couldn't help but want to laugh. The little girl wrote the word 'Yong' on the paper over and over again, but her little face was squeezing around strangely, needless to say, she was thinking of a way to coax the young master to take her out with her.

Wan'er didn't expose her, looked at Wei Qiao, who had already cut the wood chips into a semicircle, and asked softly, "Young master, how did you play chess so well, I remember that I didn't teach you so many ways?" ”

Wan'er has always been very strange about this, the young master obviously didn't know anything at first, but he was more proficient than her in the blink of an eye. This morning, the three of them played six or seven games, and Wei Qiao won all the way.

Wei Qiao put the two finger-thick discs together, looked up at Wan'er and said with a smile: "The master led the door, and the cultivation is personal, all of which are all connected, and everything will not deviate from its sect." ”

Wan'er's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then her little face turned slightly angry, feeling that the young master was teasing her again.

Wei Qiao didn't explain, put the two pieces of wood together, picked up the small black stick that had been made long ago on the side, stuffed it in the middle, and picked up the strip of cloth to tie them together.

Wan'er didn't know what the young master was doing again, so she watched quietly with her little hands on her cheeks.

"Wan'er." Suddenly, a crisp shout came to mind at the door frame.

Wan'er was stunned, glanced at Wei Qiao, and hurriedly trotted over.

At the door, Li Xiluan's personal maid Yu'er stood outside the door prettyly, and her little face looked at her curiously.

When Wan'er saw that it was Li Xiluan's personal maid, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked softly, "Yu'er, is Mrs. back?" ”

Yu'er's little head quietly stretched into it to take a look, and said in a low voice: "Madame just came back and was taking a bath, she asked the young master to come over." ”

Wan'er immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go tell the young master." ”

Yu'er nodded, reached in and took a look, but still didn't see anyone, and turned away a little reluctantly.

Wan'er closed the door, and before she could speak, Wei Qiao stood up, walked into the living room, looked at Wan'er's delicate and gentle little face, and said with a smile: "Wan'er, in a few days, young master, I will draw a portrait of you, and I guarantee that it is better than others." ”

Wan'er pursed her lips and chuckled, she also remembered that the young master used a brush to paint a portrait of Xiangling, but it turned out to be all confused.

Wan'er didn't dare to expose Wei Qiao, and said softly: "Young Master, the eldest young lady is back, please come over." ”

Wei Qiao put down the wood chip and nodded lightly.

"Young Master, have you figured out how to tell Madame?" Wan'er hesitated, but asked in a worried whisper.

Wei Qiao looked at her indifferently and said with a smile: "What is there to explain?" ”

Wan'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes blinked, and she frowned slightly, as if she really didn't need to explain, but she was always panicked in her heart.

Wei Qiao smiled and pinched her delicate little face, and in Wan'er's anger, she walked towards Li Xiluan's small building with a smile.

In recent years, the shops that Wei's family had previously been closed down by some inexplicable reasons have been lifted, and many officials, large and small, have come to visit, Li Xiluan can be said to be busy these days, I don't know how many times I want to come back to see Wei Qiao, but I can't squeeze out a little time. Today, I finally pushed a few invitations from the shopkeeper, just to come back to see Wei Qiao.

The white mist rose up, and after a while, Li Xiluan's skin in the bath bucket was revealed, and the powder was smooth. Her pretty face was flushed, and her jade arms were gently playing in the water like lotus roots. A pair of hair sprinkled like a waterfall outside the tub, resting on the edge of the bucket, looking at the blurred beams, beautiful eyes flashing, tired with unprecedented pride and excitement.

'Knock knock'

Listening to the knocking sound of doors and windows, Li Xiluan woke up from her stunned state, she exhaled softly, her mature and delicate body slowly stood up, and her slender and tight beautiful legs fell outside with the sound of rushing water.

She wiped off the moisture on her body, looked at the clothes prepared by the fish, frowned slightly, turned around and walked through the screen, rummaging in the closet.

Soon, she found a pink-purple thin shirt and long skirt, she was lightly stunned, and then smiled charmingly, slowly covered the glamorous and plump **, put on the lining, strangled the small waist, and finally covered the thin shirt on the fragrant shoulders, pink and snowy, delicate skin as water looming, faint fragrance permeated, her crimson face was glamorous and suddenly flashed a rare blush.

Thinking of Old Man Wei's dying entrustment, she thought that there would be three or five years, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly, she was a little caught off guard.

Li Xiluan's heart was like a deer, and her body opened the door with a smoky body.

Yu'er couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the beauty that the young lady had never shown.

Li Xiluan looked at the brightly lit living room, gently pursed her lips, and said softly, "Coming?" ”

Yu'er looked at Li Xiluan's demeanor and tone, as if she had returned to a few years ago, and couldn't help but be stunned again.

Li Xiluan also seemed to feel his gaffe, and snorted, Yu'er immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "The young master is already waiting in the living room." ”