"May I ask who are the two girls, and how can they be in my Tulianghan House, Master Good Guidance?" Xie Xun asked in amazement.

"Hmph." Candle in the snow didn't bother to reply.

Zhao Qingxiu raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and let out a light "ah".

No one answered.

Xie Xun frowned slightly, the second daughter in front of the sickbed, wearing a clumsy and stylish Wu dress and carrying a long sword, looked not very like a maid and slave from a big family.

In addition to the delicate girl who took care of Lianghan like a personal maid, who looked kind and weak, another blonde mixed-race bearded girl with dazzling blond hair was tall, imposing, and blue-eyed, and she was not a simple person at first glance.

In particular, Xie Xun faintly felt that the cold winter room temperature in the house was slowly emanating from this woman's body.

Her breath was like a wind knife in the heavy snow outside the house on the eighth day of the lunar month.

It's sword energy.

And the closed-eyed young man on the sickbed, in this cold winter room temperature, his breath was a lot rougher, and his face, which was originally as pale as paper, was a lot more ruddy.

When Xie Xun came in, the beautiful girl was kneeling at the end of the bed, clasping her hands together, covering Ouyang Rong's feet gently, as if she was knocking on certain acupuncture points.

On the other side, the blonde mixed-race Hu Nu watched what her companion had done, and her face was full of displeasure.

"You ......"

Xie Xun wanted to speak, and suddenly felt that his sleeve was pulled down by the person behind him.

"Father." Xie Ling Jiang shouted weakly, stopped him, lowered his head and took the initiative to say:

"This ...... This delicate girl, who is a relative of the elder brother's hometown, is also very worried about the elder brother's injury, these days, she is taking care of the senior brother with me. ”

After the introduction of his daughter, Xie Xun felt a little wrong, and the atmosphere in the house was also:

"Oh, that's ...... one."

"It's her senior sister."

"Oh."

Xie Xun nodded, thoughtfully, his eyes were cast, and the candle in the snow didn't look at him, and he didn't give a good face.

And Zhao Qingxiu, who was in front of the bed, saw Xie Xun and Xie Lingjiang entering the house, but stood up in a hurry.

"Ahh She stood a little helpless, wiped her apron with her little hands, and smiled hard at the middle-aged Confucian who came over.

Zhao Qingxiu opened her small mouth, pointed to her mouth, waved her hand, and then temporarily put down Tan Lang, who was breathing steadily, and ran to pour tea and water for Tan Lang's mentor with a happy face.

This relative of the Lianghan family is a mute girl? Why have you never heard him mention it?

Xie Xun turned his head in surprise and looked at Xie Lingjiang.

"I ...... I'm going to help too. Xie Lingjiang didn't go to see his father, nor did he give him a chance to ask questions when he was confused, so he lowered his head and chased out the door, "Miss Qingxiu, wait a minute......"

Shao leaned, Zhao Qingxiu and Xie Lingjiang brought tea and pastries together.

Zhao Qingxiu babbled, made familiar and easy-to-understand gestures, and beckoned Xie Xun and his party who came from afar to sit down and drink tea.

In the realm of Buddhism, the furniture of Sanhui Courtyard is simple and simple, this delicate and dumb woman wears an apron around her waist, is familiar with moving stools, wiping tables and chairs, and her hands and feet are more diligent than the maids of large families.

The visitors couldn't help but feel good.

Xie Lingjiang also helped on the side, but she would only carry the pot and pour the tea, stretch out her hand, and repeatedly correct the position of the cup like obsessive-compulsive disorder......

It can be seen that she has worked hard to help and learn, but she is really not good at doing these rough jobs.

Compared with the diligent and smiling girl next to her, she can only follow the back of the latter's buttocks, which is quite clumsy.

And Zhao Qingxiu is actually teaching her very patiently, but where is it useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily? Xie Lingjiang has a habit of cleanliness, in particular, she is also tall, graceful and elegant, but when she stands next to the slender and thin Zhao Qingxiu, she looks clumsy.

Very screwed.

In short, after serving tea and pouring water to entertain guests, anyone with a discerning eye can see:

This sick house where Ouyang Lianghan is recuperating from his injuries is the home of this beautiful girl.

Who is in charge of the house, who is delicate, who is natural, who is embarrassed, at a glance.

"Thank you, girl."

Xie Xun took the teacup handed by the mute girl with both hands, thanked him with a smile, he turned his head again, and said to Xie Lingjiang:

"Wan Wan has also worked hard."

"Yes, yes, thank you, little sister." Other guests also said yes.

Xie Lingjiang reluctantly smiled and turned his face away.

In fact, no one would laugh at Xie Lingjiang, and even in Xie Xun's opinion, Xie Lingjiang poured tea for his old father in a panic, and he was already diligent, and he was very pleased.

But sometimes, there are some things that you are not afraid of doing badly, and you are afraid of putting them together for comparison......

Xie Xun took advantage of the fact that he lowered his head to sip tea, and Yu Guang glanced at the severed finger of the right hand under the sleeve of the beautiful mute woman, and his eyes showed a little pity.

Immediately, he found that the daughter who bowed his head next to him, the two hands hidden under the table, eight of the ten fingers were twisted together.

Xie Xun put down the teacup and sighed with the breath of tea.

"I don't know what kind of relative of Lianghan is the girl?"

Ignoring the unkind eyes of the half-breed bearded girl in the back room, Xie Xun turned his head to Zhao Qingxiu and said kindly.

Zhao Qingxiu's face was slightly red, her eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes and shook her head.

Less leaning, she poured tea again, warmly entertained Xie Xun and others to drink tea, then turned around, left temporarily, and went to the back room to appease the senior sister.

Xie Xun's inquiring gaze moved away from the back of the delicate and dumb girl, and landed on the slightly stiff daughter next to him.

Only then did he realize that after Xie Lingjiang entered the house, he was still wearing the white gauze hat, and even the tea was put under the white gauze to cover the tea, and he couldn't see the specific expression clearly......

At this time, everyone found that in the back room, the dumb girl was scrubbing the sweaty face of Ouyang Rongcha, who was unconscious and bedridden, Xie Lingjiang hurriedly put down the teacup, walked into the back room, helped take the copper basin and poured water, and took a hand.

"Ugh."

After the little junior sister left, the disciples found that the teacher, who had always been serious and polite, put down the teacup again and sighed emptyly.

Probably...... Tea too hot?

After half a pillar of incense, Xie Xun and his entourage drank tea and rested, then entered the inner room and visited the unconscious Ouyang Rong, Xie Xun comforted Zhao Qingxiu a few words, left some healing treasures, and temporarily left.

Before leaving, Xie Xun deliberately clenched his fists to the candle in the snow, bent down slightly and saluted, with a grateful look in his eyes.

Ignore the candles in the snow, and have a cold face the whole time.

Xie Lingjiang got up silently, whispered, and turned his face to send Xie Xun and his party out.

The inner room was quiet again, and the sound of footsteps in the courtyard outside gradually became farther away.

There were only three people left in the house, one lying and two standing.

"Seventh Senior Sister, they are not qualified to let you serve tea and pour water, and please with a smile!"

The candle in the snow spoke coldly, and said word by word:

"You are the more virgin of the Nujun Palace, the leader of swordsmanship in the world, and they will inherit the position of Yunmeng Jianze's 'Yuanjun' in the future, and they are not even qualified to see you!"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and touched it in her sleeve.

"Did you listen to me?" Candle in the snow said coldly.

"Babble." Zhao Qingxiu suddenly took out a big peach from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and handed it to the candle in the snow.

“……”

The peaches are big and round, full and juicy when you look at them, and the pale pink peach skin is still hung with clear water droplets.

Obviously, the dumb girl just went out to serve tea and pour water for the guests, picked it by hand, and specially washed it with cold well water and brought it back...... Such a big peach, this deep Donglin Temple, really has everything.

"Don't eat, don't divert the topic." The candle in the snow turned her face away, snorted coldly, and didn't look at the smile of the dumb peach.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head again, took out a knife, grabbed the knife with four fingers in her right hand, "brushed brush", and the hairy peach skin fell one after another.

She finished peeling the peach skin with a small face, and handed the peach with pink flesh to the senior sister again:

"Babble."

The ruthless Candle in the Snow knew that the tone was calling her.

"Babble~"

She felt that the snow-white cuffs were held by the little sister's little hand, and they swayed gently, soft and timid.

The corner of the candle's eye twitched in the snow.

Oh, she couldn't help but scold: "Go wash your hands, you just touched the feet of a stinky man!" ”

"Uh-huh!"

was scolded by the senior sister, but the little dumb girl ran out happily to clean the peach meat, so unhappy.

The corners of the candle's eyes twitched even harder in the snow.

This girl is really hopeless.

It's angry and funny.

Alone for a dull moment.

The Yunmeng Lady turned her head sharply and glared at the handsome young man who was clutching the futon on the sickbed behind her, leaking out her bare feet.

She couldn't wait to knock out the little sister and drag him away, draw her sword, and finish him off with one sword.

Such a good little junior sister, as pure and well-behaved as a child, everyone in the Yunmeng Sect from the master to the senior sister is affectionately cared for and regards as a rare treasure, but why did she meet such a sick man like an oil bottle?

……

Huh! I didn't expect it, plus more! Two days ago, I was on the recommended position.,Promised brothers.,Hold back a day less scolding.,Strive to add a more chapter.,By the way, at the end of the month, ask for a wave of tickets that are about to expire.,Fill me up.,or2 (pouting)

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