Filled in the dog hole

The filial Qiao Qiao asked, "Where did you put the sacrificial mountain stone?" Is it possible that it was lost on the way?"

She had never seen that thing, but she had only heard the little girl shortbread and her broken thoughts, his father cherished this thing very much, and often hugged it, as if he was holding the ancestral tablet, and before falling asleep, he had to wipe it back and forth carefully with a handkerchief, and he hated to fall asleep with it. If you don't lose it at the inn, it must have been a problem on the road.

"No way, the spirit stone was still in good shape when it arrived at the post house. When the sun came out the day before yesterday, I just wiped it down and left it in the courtyard to dry for half an hour. There have always been people around the post house who have been strictly guarded, and the guards in the courtyard except for the outer patrol are these people in our house. I searched all over the square inch size and couldn't find it. ”

He said to himself, not noticing Ji Qiao's momentary stunned expression when he heard the words "in the courtyard of the post house".

Ji pretended to inadvertently tuck his hair and hide his slightly unnatural expression, "What does the sacrificial mountain stone look like?" For a long time, she asked her father tentatively.

"It's just a palm-sized stone," Ji Chi drew with his hand, "It's boxy, it's been a long time, and it's a little blue." Except for a pattern that resembles a dragon's head, it is no different from the stone used in the sauce jar in the countryside. Why, have you seen it anywhere?"

"Bang dang!"

The scissors in the hands of the maid who cut paper on the side suddenly fell to the ground, and she looked straight at Ji Qiao opposite.

"I haven't seen it." Miss Ji was calm, and replied to her father without being straightforward, smiling dignifiedly, "I'm just asking casually." It's getting late, so I'll go to the pharmacy with shortbread to see if the arsenic you ordered has arrived. After that, Ji Qiaojing pulled the stupid maid on the side and pushed the door out, and the lotus step was still light, but familiar people could see the stiffness in her steps.

Ji Chi sat in the coffin and stared thoughtfully at Ji Qiao's departing back, and whispered to the housekeeper beside him for a long time: "My daughter's shoes don't seem to fit well, you wait and buy a new pair for her."

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The weeping willows blow the bank, the sunset is thick, the boats are playing and floating on the river, this gentle and beautiful scenery can't help but make people feel refreshed.

However, not everyone is in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery, just like this shortbread with no owner, as soon as she left the door of the post house, she shouted straight into the ground: "Miss, is the sacrificial stone that the master said the one you took away?"

Recently, it has been raining here, and it will be a sunny day when the honor guard arrives in Yongzhou. That day, the young lady said that she was going down the mountain to smash walnuts to eat, and when she passed by the middle of the yard, she picked up a stone, and the strange lines on it were exactly the same as what the old man said.

"Mademoiselle didn't just throw it into the mountains, did she? If you lose this thing, you're going to lose your head!" Shortbread knew her young lady's ability to cause trouble, and her volume soared directly. Ji Qiao plucked out his sore ears and explained, "No, the stone is quite easy to use, and I brought it back when I came out of the mountain."

"Why don't you take it out quickly? The old man is so anxious that he is about to 'go out of the funeral'!"

Ji Qiao looked quite embarrassed on his face, and looked down at his upper for a long time before slowly speaking,

"It's just that it's not with me right now, and if you want to get it, you won't have to wait until the evening."

"At night?" Shortbread suddenly had a bad feeling: "Where did you put it?"

Qiao Qiao sighed, patted Shortbread's shoulder soothingly, moved his gaze to the last trace of the sun on the horizon, and said faintly,

"I took it to fill in the dog hole in the courtyard wall, don't say it, the size is just right."