Chapter 143: The Grace of Saving My Daughter
Xiao Qi raised his eyes slightly, looked at Shen Aiqing's eyes, and the deer in his heart collided.
After the little girl saw the man being dragged away, she ran to Shen Aiqing and knelt down and kowtowed.
Shen Aiqing lowered her gaze and looked at the little girl kneeling in front of the carriage, and she said: "Don't be grateful, just raise your hands." β
The little girl raised her head, stared at Shen Aiqing's smiling face on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Lord of the city, the little girl wants to follow you and be a slave, and the little girl has nowhere else to go." After saying that, the little girl's eyes welled up with tears.
Xiao Qian turned his eyes, looked at the little girl crying, and thought: This child looks too much like that sister.
Shen Aiqing frowned slightly, and after a moment, she smiled and said, "Okay." "This kid seems to have a ruthless spirit, and it doesn't hurt to take it back to practice.
Thinking about it like this, what did Shen Aiqing say to his subordinates, and not long after, the little girl was taken to the carriage for changing clothes by Shen Aiqing's people.
The little girl changed her clothes and got out of the carriage.
At the same time, the man who had talked to Qianwang Ye before, looking at the little girl's appearance, his hands trembled with excitement.
Fortunately, my daughter was saved by Lord Shen.
Thinking of this, the man knelt down, kowtowed in the direction of Shen Aiqing's carriage, and thought: Lord Shen saved his daughter, he was grateful.
The little girl approached the carriage where Shen Aiqing was sitting, and when she heard the sound of the conversation between the little girl and Shen Aiqing in the carriage, she frowned, her eyes a little heavy.
Shen Aiqing heard the footsteps, she loosened the waist of the little man, lifted the carriage curtains, her eyes crossed a touch of coldness, and her tone was light: "Drive." β
The driver heard this and began to drive.
The little girl couldn't keep up with Shen Aiqing's carriage, and at this moment, Shen Aiqing's people came over and said loudly: "My lord, let me take you on a horse." β
The little girl heard the little boy's voice, and she looked at the little boy.
The next second, the little girl said: "You look like you're about the same age as me, are you sure you can ride a horse?" β
The little boy's expression was cold: "If you know the way and want to go to the City Lord's Mansion, just go over." As she spoke, the little boy turned to climb to the horse, and the little girl stretched out her hand and took the little boy's hand, and spoke in a gentle and gentle manner, like a child without a temper.
"Good brother, you take me on a horse." The little girl spoke up.
The little boy turned around and looked at the little girl's eyes, he was in a trance, and thought: This person is not the little master, but this tone is very similar to the little master, when he calls the prince 'brother'......
Thinking about this for a while, he said coldly, "Don't call me brother. β
The little girl smiled: "Okay." β
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In the mountains and forests.
The little milk bag was grilling the fish again, looking at the appearance of the little boy with firewood, the corners of her lips hooked up a smile, and the milk voice was sweet and glutinous: "Brother, the crispy grilled fish, is it fragrant~" Saying, the little milk bag lifted the fish with the smell of grilled fish, gently put it in front of the little boy, and shook it.
As soon as the little boy wanted to grab the thing with the grilled fish, he saw that the little milk bag was smiling crookedly, and the pupils seemed to be bright, good-looking, soft and cute.
The little milk bag put the fish on his side and continued to grill the fish, with a smile in his eyes: "Brother, you haven't answered what you just asked." β
The little boy turned his head and said arrogantly, "It's not fragrant." β
The little boy heard the cry of the little milk bag, turned his head to look at the little milk bag, and said, "Actually, it's still a little fragrant." "So, don't cry, okay?
Xiao Bao sniffed slightly, and her voice was soft: "Brother, I want to wipe my tears." β
The little boy raised his handkerchief and said helplessly: "Okay, wipe your tears." "The little rabbit loves to cry so much, he's a brother, what can he do if he doesn't coax?
Thinking of this, the little boy took a handkerchief and wiped his tears from the little milk bag.
The corners of the little milk bag hooked lightly: "Brother, you are so good-looking." β
Cabbage looked at the little boy and the little milk bag like this, and he whined several times.
Don't show off, hurry up and give him the grilled fish, wait a little longer, the grilled fish may be mushy.
When the little milk bag heard the sound of the little fox, she suddenly remembered the grilled fish, and the next second, she turned the grilled fish over.
After a while, after the fish was almost roasted, the little milk bag just wanted to deal with the fish bones for the little boy, and the little fox next to him raised his paws to catch the fish.
Seeing this, the little boy immediately grabbed the thing of the spearfish, and his eyes were cloudy: "This is my fish." β
The little fox whined dissatisfied, he raised his paw to touch the fish, the little boy was about to lift the grilled fish, the little fox was angry, jumped up, and touched the back of the fish.
Wow, the little fox was scalded by the grilled fish, and he screamed.
The little milk bag held his forehead: "What to grab, you have to dry it for a while before eating." "And she hasn't dealt with the fish bones yet.
With this in mind, the little milk bag opened the package and took what was used to handle the fish bones.
The little fox covered his burned paws and looked at the little milk bag with tears in his eyes.
The little milk bag saw the little fox's appearance, she was just about to take something else in the package to deal with the little fox, and was burned by the grilled fish, and the next moment, the little boy hissed.
The little bag turned her head sideways, looking at the little boy, who was 'accidentally' burned by the fire, she frowned.
The little fox saw the little boy like this, and in his heart: Xiao Qianming was too insidious, and he was actually injured on purpose.
The little milk bag sighed, and she began to give the little boy the place where the burn was, and apply medicine.
The little fox looked at the little milk bag pitifully, and the little milk bag saw the little fox's eyes looking at her, and her tone was cold: "You deserve it." β
The little fox looked aggrieved: Just because he is not a human being, he has no human rights, right?
The little milk bag quickly dealt with the little boy's burns, and the little boy was tea in the tea, oh no, it was Bailian who said in a tone: "Crispy, the scald of the cabbage has not been dealt with, it looks so pitiful, wait a minute, my brother will treat the injury for it, Crispy can agree?" β
The little milk bag glanced at the little fox's aggrieved eyes, and the next moment, she smiled harmlessly: "Agreed." β
The little fox grinded his teeth and thought: Crispy is intentional, right?
When the little boy heard that the little milk bag agreed, his eyes were gloomy, and he smiled at the little fox.
When the little fox saw the little boy laughing like this, he shook the fox's legs and claws in fright.
The little boy saw the little fox shaking his body, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Not long after, the little boy treated the little fox's burns, and the little fox looked at the little boy's face, and couldn't wait to immediately shark his eyes, and in his heart: He didn't do anything bad, why did he look at him like this? Ma Ma Mia, help, he's just a fox cub.
The little milk bag didn't have time to look at the little boy's side, she lowered her head to deal with the fish bones.
Before he could finish it, the little boy came over.
The little milk bag raised her eyes and looked surprised: "So fast, you can deal with the burns?" β
The little fox's tears fell on the fox's face one by one, thinking: Xiao Qianming almost picked my skin, if I hadn't cast a spell and burned myself, I would have died.
The little boy didn't know what the little fox was thinking, so he said with a cold face: "The cabbage hasn't been burned at all, so why do you need to deal with the burns." β
The little milk bag twisted her eyebrows slightly and looked at the little fox.
Not hurt, crying so pitiful, what are you doing? How much do you scratch? Are you sick?
The little fox was wronged in his heart, but he couldn't speak human words, so he had to sell cute to the little milk bag and whine.
After a while, the little fox and the little boy began to grab the fish again, the two of them, ah no, it was the little boy and the cabbage who were too anxious, they all forgot, be careful about the fish bones, and not wait for the little milk bag to deal with the back, a few freshly dried grilled fish, just gnawed, and grabbed the grilled fish to eat.
As soon as the little milk bag took its first bite of fish, he saw that they looked like fish bones stuck in their throats.
The little milk bag continued to bite the fish, thinking: Just like this for the sake of fish, my brother and cabbage are so naΓ―ve.
The little boy couldn't get stuck, he kept a straight face, bit the fish, and tried to use the fish in his throat to suppress the fish bones, while the little fox was stuck, ran to the river, and went to drink the river water.
The little milk bag chewed the fish, and looking at the little boy's face, she put down the fish and wiped her hands.
The next second, she took out the pastries in the package, like small steamed buns, and a pot of water, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, eat pastries, drink water and try." β
When the little boy heard this, he grabbed a pot of water and a pastry with the other hand.
It didn't take long for the little milk bag to look at it, and the little boy no longer looked like a straight face, and said with a smile: "Brother, are the fish bones gone?" β
The little boy had the expression of a little adult and said, "Yes." β
The little milk bag looked at the little boy's face, she pounced on the little boy, hugged the little boy's blue clothes, covered his waist, and smiled softly: "Mingming, you are so cute." "The most milky, cutest, and arrogant beautiful brother in the world, the only one in the world, only she has it, and if others want to have it, they can't get their brother.
The little boy blushed slightly: "Why don't you call my brother?" β
Xiao Nibao tilted his head and smiled: "Brother guess, why?" β
The little boy didn't speak, his eyes staring at the smiling face of the little milk bag.
The little milk bag touched the little boy's face, and his eyes became more and more shiny: "Brother, your face is so easy to touch." β
Hearing this, the little boy jumped like thunder: "Don't touch my face." "He's not a girl from Hualou, where is it easy to touch!
When the little milk bag heard this, his eyes blinked, and in the next moment, the little milk bag burst into tears, crying and saying, "Hell, you murder me again." "When my brother is grumpy, he is not cute at all.
The little boy's heart was suddenly confused, he hugged the little milk bag back, looked at the little milk bag's fair and clean little face, and the appearance of tears, he coaxed the little milk bag softly.
The little milk bag said that she would cry when she cried, and her acting skills were perfect, oh no, it was the crying skills that were perfect, and after she heard the little boy coax herself, she said in a milk voice: "Dark, crispy will deal with the fish bones for you, don't you be in a hurry to eat the fish, okay?" β
When he heard the words of the little milk bag, the tips of his ears turned red: "Okay." β
The little milk bag listened to the little boy's 'good', and she looked at the little boy with a smile in her heart.
As soon as the cabbage ran back, he saw the little boy feeding the little milk bag to eat fish, and the little milk bag processing the fish bones, and in an instant, the cabbage felt like he was redundant, like he wanted to force the junior between the two.
The more the cabbage thought about it, the more annoyed it became, and after a while, the cabbage lay on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.
Mencius said that when you see something upset, as long as you close your eyes, you won't be able to see it, and you won't be upset.