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Chapter 252 I’m back (3000)

It’s noon in May in Xuancheng, and the heat is already blowing towards my face.

A dozen carriages were parked under the city wall.

In the last carriage, little fat Huahua was like a pendant, hanging on Xianjin's right arm. His eyes were red, his face was pressed against Xianjin's sleeves and his nose was smeared with tears.

Xian Jin glanced at the miserable sleeves and sighed silently.

If I had known better, I would have worn a dung beetle suit.

It's rare to wear nice clothes that are slightly bright, and I probably won't be able to wash them out again.

Xianjin patted the little chubby Huahua on the head and motioned her to change positions and wipe her nose, "Hey, obedient, wipe this side, that side no longer absorbs water."

The little fat Huahua follows the good and the good.

Xiong Youyou smiled and narrowed her eyes, teasing Little Fatty Huahua, "When Qiao Shan grows back, your sister Xianjin won't want you anymore."

The little chubby Huahua Qiao Baozhu had stopped crying and had runny noses, but when she heard this, she let out a "wow" and started to have runny noses again.

Show gold:.

What's the difference between this and when you tease your children during the Chinese New Year and say, "Your mother has given birth to a younger brother and doesn't want you anymore!"

Xianjin reached out and patted Xiong Youyou.

The little chubby Huahua squeezed Xianjin's right arm tightly with her two fat paws, thrashing and crying, "I can live in both sides, and sister Xianjin can also live in our house!"

During the pause of sobbing, little fat Huahua thought quickly and quickly found a place for Xianjin to live, "The Guanlan Garden next to my brother has never been occupied!"

Then he sucked on Xian Jin like an octopus, "You must keep the west wing of my Yiyuan courtyard for me!"

Xianjin stretched out his head from the octopus tentacles with difficulty and took a deep breath of oxygen, "Keep it, keep it for you. I'll keep the half a pound of melon seeds you left over from the day before yesterday."

The octopus retracted its tentacles with satisfaction.

After waiting for another three moments, the clerk standing in front came to report, and the person arrived in another moment.

The people on the carriage fell to the ground in response.

A few girls stood at the end.

Everyone has seen it.

Magistrate Xiong stood at the forefront accompanied by Wang Xuezheng and another official wearing a fourth-grade scarlet robe with his hands behind his back.

Xiong Youyou asked in a low voice, "That person seems to be a high-ranking official of Yingtian Mansion."

Xian Jin raised his eyes and glanced, oh, he is also an acquaintance.

Wenfu Cheng.

Ying Tianfu is currently the top seed.

I have seen this man before, but Xiong Youyou has never seen him before, but the officials standing behind him, either in green robes or gray robes, were mostly old men with long waists and white beards, and only two of them looked like green pines and green cypresses.

One is Xiong Youyou's husband Cui Heng, and the other is the only white-haired Chen Erlang and Chen Jianfang among the officials.

The two of them stood with their heads held high.

I have to say that these two people look very good, like two cranes standing among the chickens.

Xiong Youyou's eyes flickered, as if she was deliberately avoiding Cui Heng, burying her head and biting her ears with Xian Jin, "Almost all high-ranking officials in Yingtian Mansion are here."

Then he looked back at the group of scholars in long gowns three meters away from them. They were scattered all over the long street. A rough count showed that there were at least five or six hundred people.

Xiong Youyou said, "Almost all the scholars from Xuancheng Mansion are here too."

This noodles.

Xiong Youyou sighed, "This row of noodles——"

Xian Jin lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "I would rather Master Qiao not see such a display."

Xiong Youyou hesitated.

I heard that Yingtian Fu Yin was very cruel at the time. Although he could not punish a doctor, Chief Qiao Shan was born in the second rank after all. He also brought out sticks that would not hit the flesh directly, but most of the punishments were without using the sword or the sword. , can torture you until you can neither survive nor die.

Chief Qiao Shan had suffered a serious crime.

Xiong Youyou sighed, "No Ji will come in peace, No Ji will come in peace."

Wen Fu Cheng, who was at the forefront, looked back and saw three women with wide clothes and narrow sleeves. He squinted and couldn't see clearly, so he turned his head and asked Magistrate Xiong, "Old Xiong, who are the following women?"

Magistrate Xiong said with a smile, "One is my niece, one you have met is shopkeeper Chen Jihe, and the other is Qiao Fangzhi's young daughter."

Wen Fucheng was stunned, Boss He, he was deeply impressed by that very smart little girl.

"What is she here for?" Wenfu Cheng frowned.

Magistrate Xiong was cheerful, "The Qiao family has been in trouble. In the past two years, shopkeeper He has been taking care of Qiao Fangzhi's girl." Magistrate Xiong thought for a while and added, "As for the relationship between shopkeeper He and Qiao Fangzhi, you still don't have to worry about it." You know, right? Boss He is considered a close disciple of Chief Qiao. When he was in Jing County, Chief Qiao put Boss He and his son together to educate him."

Wen Fu Cheng frowned, thought for a while and said, "Tell them to stand up."

As soon as Magistrate Xiong raised his chin, a clerk trotted up to Xian Jin and bowed to invite him, "The sun is shining brightly behind you, so you two girls can follow me and stand in front."

Xiong Youyou pushed Xianjin from behind, bit her ear and whispered, "It will be good for you to show off in front of adults more."

Xianjin walked forward with little fat Huahua and stood in front of the square of officials.

Wenfu Cheng nodded distantly and said, "Congratulations, shopkeeper, you are well."

Xianjin bowed his head and saluted, "Well, Mr. Wen." Before he could exchange more greetings, he heard the sound of horse hooves, the city gate creaked open, and a tall maroon horse galloped in.

The man on the horse stood tall and straight, holding the saddle rope with one hand and raising his whip with the other. When he entered the city, he raised his whip to stop the horse and turned over.

The person who came was wearing a dark brown straight robe with dark silk patterns, tied with a white jade belt, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He was tall and strong, and the whole person looked very upright. His movements of turning over and dismounting were smooth and smooth. After standing still, he clasped his hands and made a sound like Can leaves rolled into the river embankment.

"Student Qiao Hui, I have met Wenfu Cheng, Wang Xuezheng, Xiong Zhifu and all the other adults."

"Brother! Brother!" Little Fatty Huahua covered her mouth and burst into tears. While crying, she leaned towards the gold display room.

Seeing Qiao Hui in the daytime, the rough jade was polished into a gem with hidden edges and corners, which made this feeling even more intense.

The whiteness of the scholar in the past was turned into light brown by the flesh and blood of the battlefield. The outline of his eyebrows has not changed, but his demeanor has undergone earth-shaking changes. His dark eyes have a firm gaze, and his straight nose casts a diagonal shadow on his cheeks. The whole thing A person looks like a sharpened sword wrapped in a scabbard.

Xianjin took the little chubby Huahua with one hand and smiled in greeting from afar.

Qiao Hui's eyes glanced over him as if something were visible, and the muscles at the corners of his lips relaxed slightly and invisibly. After a slight nod, he turned around to meet the carriage behind him.

The carriage behind Qiao Hui staggered into the city gate. After standing still, the carriage door curtain was opened from the inside, and a thin figure came out holding the carriage door frame with his head lowered.

It was Qiao Fangzhi.

Qiao Fangzhi struggled to hold his eldest son's shoulders and get out of the carriage, followed closely by a child pushing a wooden wheelchair. Qiao Fangzhi barely touched the ground as he sat down in the wheelchair.

Wenfu Prime Minister Fang stepped forward to greet him with choked words, "Senior brother, you came to Beijing to see your legs. How come you still can't walk?"

Qiao Fangzhi is much older, with gray hair and even the tips of his eyebrows. His face, which usually carries a lazy smile, has a bit of age hidden in the wrinkles. He is very thin, with his cheeks and eye sockets sunken. He was so thin that the veins on his neck popped out, and the skin around the corners of his mouth was so thin that he was almost hunched into the ground. His back was severely bent, and his legs began to tremble from the ankles. He was so light even when he was standing. Even if it is placed on the wheelchair frame, it is a little weak.

There is no clue that this little old man is the most handsome Tanhua Lang who scolded Fang Qiu twenty years ago.

Only one pair of eyes was frighteningly bright.

Xian Jin's heart was so sour that he almost felt it, and he turned his head away slightly with difficulty.

Don't cry.

Xian Jin gently told himself in his heart: Don't cry.

Only one of the disciples and the daughter can cry. Everyone is crying. It would be too sad to cry.

She has to give up this spot to chubby Huahua.

Magistrate Xiong also narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding his reddish eyes well, and deliberately followed the words of Wen Fucheng, "There is an old saying, where the soil and water nourish a person, Qiao Fangzhi is from Xuancheng Prefecture, no matter how good the doctor in the capital is, Maybe we can only cure this problem - the rest of the work must be done in our hometown."

Qiao Fangzhi was not prepared to accept what Wen Fucheng said at all. He raised his arms and waved his hands, and his frighteningly bright eyes were fixed on Baozhu at a glance.

Baozhu cried and flew forward, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Qiao Fang stroked the young girl's back with one hand, and slowly moved towards Xian Jin with the other hand, "Sister Jin——"

The sound was very light, like the wind.

Xianjin suddenly broke through her defenses - Master Qiao, who died after experiencing pain in her previous life and came to this strange, old and out of place era, supported her courage to continue exploring and finding value.

If Chen Fu gave her love and security, then what Master Qiao gave her was a break in her mind and soul, lightness and a sense of accomplishment.

In the past two years, Xianjin has never shown his longing for Master Qiao in front of outsiders.

But now, two lines of tears could not help but fall down my cheeks. I was half-kneeling beside the wheelchair, wiping my tears and crying, "What happened to your feet!"

After saying that, he quickly shook his head, with tears streaming down his face, "It's okay with your feet! Just be well! I've finished writing the article and read a lot of books."

He said incoherently, "The orb is also very good, and the books in your thatched bookstore are also fine."

Two girls, one of them cried against the wheelchair.

One of them seemed to have pressed the playback button, "Daddy, daddy, daddy--" and kept shouting, vowing to call "daddy" all the time in this life.

One is like a piece of tape that has been misplaced. He talks nonchalantly, whatever he thinks of, without any preface and follower, and he just wants to talk happily.

Qiao put one aside and comforted one and then the other.

But she was a grown-up girl, and she didn't dare to really let go of her comforting palms. Old man Qiao's thin, weathered face showed a mixture of confusion, panic, and distress from crying.

The old man's expression was complicated, and his head was about to burst from crying.

Magistrate Xiong said "tsk", "Okay, okay! All the scholars in the city are watching these two girls cry! Do you still want to get married in the future!?"

Wen Fu Cheng also laughed, "Everyone, get up and go back to the house first. When you go back to the house, you can cry whatever you want - senior brother -"

Wen Fu Cheng looked at Qiao Fangzhi and said this, "Senior brother, look, after you have been away for a year or two, Ying Tianfu not only takes good care of your girl, but also takes good care of you, a closed disciple - Everything I can think of has been thought of for you, so just put your mind at ease."

Magistrate Xiong glanced at Wen Fucheng with a half-smile but not a smile: "This guy just asked two girls to come forward. He wanted to perform such a show!"

Please figure it out!

After Qiao Fangzhi entered the prison of Yingtian Mansion, his biological girl was taken care of by his cunning close disciple under pressure; and his female disciple who was so smart and slippery grew up under the wings of someone like me, Xiong. It’s done!

Two girls, what can you do to Yingtian Mansion? ! What's wrong with you Wen Chengbin! ?

What absurdity!

I just extended my hand to someone, without expecting anything in return.

You, Wen Chengbin, don’t even think about claiming credit!

Magistrate Xiong smiled and waved to Xiong Youyou, "Mom, help the two girls up - let's go to the government office."

"Chief Qiao has worked hard all the way. Let's go to the government office first. If you want to cry, continue to cry. If you want to take credit, continue to ask for credit. If you want to tell a story, continue to tell it. Anyway, I, Xiong Ling, am hungry and need to eat!"

(End of this chapter)