Several ladies and aunts exclaimed, is it this taciturn manu on weekdays?

Mrs. Pei was shocked for a long time and looked Yan Qi up and down, she had never paid attention to this handsome young man, Pei Sheng ordered him to raise horses in the Humble Vine Garden and rarely had contact with people, now look at it again, there are stars in the dark eyes, the eyebrows are cold and cold, kneeling under the hall is neither humble nor arrogant, although the coarse cloth robe does not hide the arrogance in the bones, like a wild and untamable BMW.

No wonder, Pei Sheng looked the other way.

"Yanqi." The old lady spoke, and everyone was silent.

Yan Qi knelt down at the foot of the hall and was respectful: "Back to the old lady's words, Yan Qi has been traveling north and south since he was a child, and he has seen how a person with poison in his body will die tragically in Hubei. He said that he was light and light, and he didn't have any intention of being proud of his achievements, as if it was just a coincidence that he saved Pei Sheng.

Mrs. Pei's eyes were suspicious: "The old man is outside the hall, and he heard your words and forced Fu Shucao to ask." "Let's not talk about Gu poison, why the government can also be clear about the opening of the mountain and cultivating the Tao.

"Master Pei San ordered Yan Qi to send the foal of Humble Fujiyuan to the horse farm a few days ago, and Li Taishou was also there at that time, and Yan Qi accidentally heard it and did not mean to watch it." He finished his sentence and accidentally overheard a few adults talking about the important affairs of Nanjun.

Pei Xibao seemed to notice her grandmother's ulterior motives, her eyes rolled and she hurriedly threw herself into the old lady's arms and muttered: "Grandmother, why do you seem to be interrogating a prisoner, how ugly it is to spread out." ”

Mrs. Pei couldn't stand Pei Xibao's coquettishness, and hurriedly choked: "Okay, good, grandmother has always rewarded meritorious deeds, starting today, Yanqi is the main thing in the humble vine garden, whether it is the life of the third master, whether it is raising horses and taming horses, what needs are there to order." ”

The ancestors said that they were not the same, and they were cheerful.

Pei Xibao secretly winked at Yan Qi, as if there was a tacit little secret between the two of them.

Hee-hee-hee –

Yuechan only felt that her backbone was worried, and on the way back to the Qilan Courtyard, the young lady smiled as if she had succeeded in her treacherous plan.

"Miss, what are you laughing at?" It is better to be happy alone than to be happy in all.

"I'm glad I've caught the murderer of my father." Pei Xibao grinned.

It's not like ah-Yuechan Nunu's mouth: "The slave thinks that you seem to like that little horse slave a lot." Even she was aware of the efforts to prove to the Pei family.

"Nonsense." Pei Xibao pouted and stretched out his hand to knock on the door of Yuechan's head, that is not called liking, it is called unscrupulous to be a dog's leg - it's not for you, she slandered.

"Naturally, Miss Bao's favor can't be climbed." The mockery sounded, Yan Qi stood behind the master and servant at some point, glanced at Pei Xibao out of the corner of his eye, turned around and left.

It's over, it was heard, Pei Xibao stuck out his tongue.

It is impossible to say good things in front of Lord Yan, and it is even more impossible to say bad things, how can it be so difficult to get close and please.

Yuechan secretly grimaced at Yan Qi's back, Gao Pan? Of course, this little pony can't climb high!

Pei Xibao frowned and was a little depressed, kicking the pebble under her feet and baring her teeth, Yuechan noticed that something was wrong: "Miss, does it hurt somewhere?" ”

"It's fine." The little girl cleared her throat and ran to her own small courtyard with her feet.

Yan Qi paused when he heard the slight cry of pain from the girl behind him, but he didn't look back and walked straight towards the humble vine garden.

The blue bird in the spring night landed on the treetops, the young man's eyes were slightly dark, and he snapped his fingers slightly, and the bird fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulder, and he took off the paper embedded in his paws and kneaded it into ashes.

The birds disappear in the night.