Seeing the two of them looking at themselves, Qianqiao coughed dryly.

"Ahem, that, third uncle, I'm going to my uncle's side at noon, so I don't have to bother..."

As soon as he heard the third uncle's instructions just now, he knew that he must have eaten differently from himself, and he had to trouble the old man in his seventies to prepare, so Qian Qiao was a little unhappy.

"It's okay, Uncle Qi go down and prepare. ”

Nangong Wenqing motioned for Uncle Qi to step back, and reached out to take out a transmission note.

"You eat here, I'll talk to him. ”

"That bother..."

Uncle Qi walked out of the Xianshui Pavilion and looked back at the big and small ones who were chatting, gradually overlapping with the figures in his memory.

*

Six hundred years ago

Uncle Qi saw Nangong Wenqing for the first time.

"Third Young Master, from today onwards, the old slave will take care of your diet and daily life, what do you need to order?"

Uncle Qi looked at the little boy in front of him, he was a little at a loss for a while, just because this young man's eyes were too indifferent, he was obviously looking at you, but he didn't seem to have ever looked at anyone.

Uncle Qi, whose full name is Qi Blade, was an orphan who met Nangong Jingyi, who had come to the mortal world to train in that snowy winter, which was just a temporary kindness, but in exchange for Qi Blade's three hundred years of life and death.

Nangong Jingyi has been running around for many years because of the rampant demons, and his wife Shulan learned that her husband was in danger after giving birth to Nangong Wenqing, and she forcibly tore open the space to fight with her for several years regardless of her own safety, and finally fell unfortunately to save her husband.

Nangong Jingyi, who was overly sad, decided to retreat to the last barrier, and entrusted his youngest son to Qi Jian to take care of him before the retreat, and this care was more than 600 years.

It can be said that Nangong Wenqing has not enjoyed even a day's favor from his parents since he was born, and Shulan left in a hurry after handing over the newborn Xiao Wenqing to the servant, and he has been gone for several years.

Nangong Wenqing grew up under the care of the servants, and looked forward to the return of his parents every day. But when he finally waited for his loved ones, his father brought the bad news of his mother's death, and Nangong Wenqing was only 5 years old that year.

And Nangong Jingyi only met Nangong Wenqing once, and hurriedly announced the retreat, the death of his mother, the retreat of his father, the busyness of his brothers and sisters, and his world seemed to be suddenly out of touch with others.

Because of his father's retreat, his elder brother Wen Yan had to be busy taking over the position of the head of the family to deal with the affairs of the clan, and his sister Wen Yu was also busy dealing with the remnants of the demon clan outside, and when they finally had time to visit their younger brother, the lively and active young child had grown into an emotionally indifferent little teenager.

"Go back. ”

The boy said only three words and turned away, cold and detached.

Qi Blade's first conversation with Nangong Wenqing ended in failure.

Later, after more than 600 years of companionship, he finally succeeded in occupying an irreplaceable position in the heart of the teenager.

His thoughts returned, and Qi Jian looked at his aging hands, knowing that if he still couldn't break through to the god in these decades, there was not much time left to accompany the little young master.

I don't know if today's child can change the little master and take him out of the Xianshui Pavilion, it seems that he is going to find time to talk to that child...

*

Looking at Nangong Wenqing, who was sending a note to his uncle, Qian Qiao obediently sat on the chair next to him and waited for Uncle Qi to serve the food.

"Third uncle, who was that just now?"

The bored Qianqiao began to have nothing to say.

"He used to be my father's servant, and he took care of me ever after he died. ”

"Oh... Isn't that age, your father's servant..."

Qian Qian calculated a little and felt that this age was wrong.

"Well, Uncle Qi is nine hundred and thirty-four years old this year. ”