The corners of Yumo's lips finally smiled, and he pulled her to the bookcase, spread rice paper, and held her hand.

The other side.

Yuzhu sat opposite Liu Mingbo, although she didn't dare to look at him, she didn't avoid it too much. His fragrance is exquisite and good-looking, in fact, it is not only his fragrance, every place on his face is not a stunning ink pen outline.

If it is said that a woman is stunning, a look like him is enough to ruin the country.

He looked up, his eyes clear, swaying with clear ripples. Originally, I only thought that his eyes could be so clear and unblemished.

He said, "Is it really the samurai? ”

Raindrop nodded.

He lowered his eyelids. He likes to go to Golden Thread Lane since he was a child, not to have fun, but because he likes women's clothes and accessories, and he thinks that women are the most beautiful scenery in the world, the most worthy of appreciation, and the most worthy of being loved.

There, he met Wu Wentai many times. A typical rich kid, generous and romantic.

Although he has not been contacted, he can also get a glimpse of his nature from a person's words and deeds, saying that he is a loser or a prodigal, but he is not always like a vicious person.

Yuzhu said: "In three days, the father and son of the martial family will be beheaded, and the father should be blind under the nine springs." Speaking of which, this time it was thanks to General Qin. ”

The chopsticks in Liu Mingbo's hand paused.

He had also seen Qin Huaidao in Jinxian Lane, and he was the guest of Miss Wanjun of the Oiran Dynasty, which made Wanjun's value rise again and again.

Liu Mingbo once sent Wanjun girl spices, and also asked Wanjun with a smile whether Wanjun and General Qin were confidants or benefactors. Partial Wanjun always smiled and didn't answer.

Yuzhu said: "Yu Qiao is the goddaughter of the Duchess of Guo, so General Na Qin is very concerned about the murder of her father. ”

The corners of Liu Mingbo's eyes hooked up with a smile: "It doesn't matter if the government's sentence is so categorical, there is no room for maneuver." ”

Yuzhu said: "There are all human and material evidence, and there is no reason to maneuver." ”

Liu Mingbo put down his chopsticks and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Yuzhu hurriedly got up, helped him sit down on the recliner next to him, and asked, "Do you want to ask Lang Zhong to change your dressing?" ”

He stroked the hair on his forehead and said softly, "No, it will be swollen after lying down for a few days." ”

Yuzhu looked at his long hair and blamed, "Didn't Liu'er help you tie your hair?" ”

He lazily half-reclined: "I always like this at home. ”

His laziness makes Yuzhu seem to see the prototype of being lazy. But he couldn't get sick of it, his innumerable actions were not good-looking, fascinating.

Liu Er replied at the door, "Watson is here to pick up Miss Qiao." ”

Yuzhu suddenly thought that Watson was good at martial arts, and he also had a lot of trauma medicine there.

Then he said, "Call him in." ”

When Watson entered the door, he met Liu Mingbo's eyes.

The two of them have never met. But for a moment, one person shocked the unmatched appearance of another person, and one shocked the unparalleled coldness of the other.

But after a while, Watson lowered his head, his straight back was slightly bent, and he said respectfully: "I've seen the eldest lady, I've seen Young Master Liu." ”

Yuzhu commanded, "Come over and help him...... Liu Gongzi looked at the injury on his leg. ”

Watson walked over, crouched down, scooped up his trousers, and gently pinched his hand down his calf to his knee, intending to untie the strip of cloth wrapped around his knee.

Liu Mingbo gently held his wrist and said, "It will take three days for Lang Zhong to explain that it will take three days to untie it." ”

Watson then got up and replied to Yuzhu: "It's okay, it didn't hurt the bones, it looks dark and swollen, and it was only caused by the muscles and ligaments of the knee joint." ”

Raindrop responded: "That's fine." ”

Liu Mingbo put down his trousers and asked casually, "Is this the doctor in your house?" ”

Yuzhu pursed his lips and smiled: "He is a person from Sister Qiao's courtyard, he was originally a coachman in the house, and he was later assigned by his grandmother to be Sister Qiao's personal bodyguard." ”

Liu Mingbo paused.

Usually, there are not many businessmen who ask for bodyguards for the young lady.

First, most of the ladies live in deep houses and rarely show up.

Second, even if the status is delicate, it is not the top precious.

In the past, I only heard that the family style and character of this Song Mansion were good, but I didn't know that this Song Mansion was much more interesting than ordinary people.

Then the King of Wei and the King of Qi are rumored to have fallen in love with the girl in the Song Mansion, is it the young Song Yuqiao?

Watson said: "It's getting late, the little one is here to pick up the young lady back." ”

Yuzhu said: "She is learning to write with Mo Ge'er in the study, you can go." ”

Watson's back was slightly bent, but when he turned around, it was straight, like a sword full of sharp edges.

Yuzhu curtched at Liu Mingbo and said, "It's time for me to go back, although you are so good at living." ”

Liu Mingbo raised his face and smiled at her, as thrilling as the light of day.

The voice was a little lazy, a little tender, and asked, "Can you come to see me tomorrow?" ”

Yuzhu only felt that his heart was crushed by his smile and voice, and it took a long time to respond in a low voice: "Come on." ”

He turned around and hurried out.

Liu Mingbo looked at her panicked back, smiled childishly, and lay down on his back.

Yu Qiao walked slowly all the way, and Watson slowed down and followed behind her.

She said to herself: "The yamen sent someone to the moat to salvage that batch of goods, presumably there will be a letter tomorrow." ”

Today's matter, everything ended so quickly and accurately, almost did not give Wu Wentai a chance to confess.

Of course, the samurai did not have the confidence to defend themselves. The robbery of wealth is really done by the martial arts, and as for whether to kill or not, there is no argument for it.

In such a solemn hall, ordinary people had already been shocked, and Wu Wentai's refusal to admit to killing had already surprised Watson.

However, it was Wu Daozhong, who couldn't bear his son to be tortured, and would rather be beaten into a trick, which was also unexpected.

None of this is important, the important thing is that Song Yuqiao's most concerned things have finally fallen into the dust. He'll find the right moment to take her.

Song Yuqiao suddenly paused and didn't look back: "Let's go to the martial arts." ”

He also paused, but didn't ask more, only said, "Okay." ”

Yu Qiao sat in the carriage and lifted the curtain of the window. At night, the moonlight is better, the wind is blowing, and there is coolness.

She asked, "Is it autumn?" ”

Watson, who was driving the carriage, said: "It was autumn a few days ago. ”

Yu Qiao said: "No wonder the moonlight is so good." ”

Watson asked, "Don't you remember to go back to the house to get a coat, do you feel cold?" ”

Yu Qiao said: "It's a little cold, but it's not cold." ”

Watson put down the reins in his hand, took off his coat, and handed it to the car: "Put it on." ”

Yu Qiao took it and draped it on his body. The coat smells of honey locusts, as well as the warmth and coldness that belongs to him.