C12 (1/2)
A puddle of water on the long street was trampled by the horses' hooves until it splashed into the air. Qing Ying shook the reins of the horse, and the horse that was pulling the horse carriage whinnied as it ran even more vigorously.
Qing Ying thought about it with a bit of grievance, but in the end, he could not hold it in and said, ”Master, the punishment that you mentioned must only be a verbal punishment, right?”
The carriage was covered in a fluffy blanket, and Xiao Su was lying on it. The slight warmth caused his pale face to turn slightly red.
”Qing Ying, when did I ever say 'forget it'?” Go back to the valley tomorrow and feed the snakes.
”Woo woo …” Qing Ying slapped his own mouth twice. Why couldn't he control his own mouth?
No matter how sorrowful her subordinate was inside, Xiao Su lowered her eyelids to think. After a while, she asked, ”Qing Ying, what do you think of Lu JinNian's people?”
”Mistress is asking about Miss Yiwen?” Qing Ying frowned, ”From the looks of martial arts, they are not strong, and their concealment techniques are not good either. However, their qinggong is very outstanding, and their characters are quite outstanding. They are not stable enough to be of much use.”
”Mm, it's not stable enough. It won't be of much use. It looks like you don't have any objections to my decision.”
Qing Ying realized that Xiao Su was commenting on him and said bitterly, ”Does Mistress care about Miss Lu?”
”No.”
Xiao Su closed her eyes and stopped talking.
Right now, the situation was still very calm. Before he came, he wanted to interact more with this interesting girl, but he didn't expect that all the invitations would be rejected without mercy. Lu JinNian was even more vigilant than he had imagined.
Since things were going to get chaotic in the end, so what if Dora went into the water by herself?
”...”
In front of the general's mansion, the red pillars of the gate had been washed even brighter by the rain, but the clean steps were filled with crops such as garlic, radishes, sweet potatoes and the like.
A cloth-clothed old man wearing a conical bamboo hat threw his bundle to the side. He sat up straight and faced the main entrance of the general's mansion, cursing out loud. It was unknown what he was talking about.
Carrying the noble tradition of respecting the elderly and cherishing the children, the servant looked at the old man with a troubled expression, ”Old man, our lady said that our manor doesn't have any peasant relatives. She told you to leave quickly, don't make things difficult for us, just find a place to take shelter while the sky is still dark, okay?”
”What a fart!” The old man's voice was as loud as a bell, and his voice was like thunder piercing the ears, ”Where's that son of a b * tch Lu Mo Ting! ”Get the hell out here right now.”
The servants' faces turned ugly, ”How dare you call the general by his name!”
Old man, ”... Is there something wrong with your brain? ” Wasn't the main point the turtle grandson …
As soon as Lu Jinnian and Yi Wen approached the gate, they saw this scene. After staring at the old man for a long time, they finally recognized who it was. They ran over excitedly and shouted, ”Grandfather!”
The old man heard the sound and looked over, laughing excitedly, ”Jin'er, I haven't seen you for a few years. You've already grown into a big girl.”
Looking at the crops all over the place, as well as the fiendish servants, he raised his eyebrows, ”Grandfather, let's go in with your granddaughter. We can chat after we've settled down.”
The old man curled his lips, ”I'm afraid that the threshold of the general's residence is too high. This old man has raised a good son for over 30 years!”
”Grandfather, my father has already been living in the army for more than a month. The one in charge is Aunt Shen.”