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Chapter 255 The arrow piercing the clouds (3000)

Chen Jianfang's nose tightened, like a strong breath of mint rushing up to Tianling Gai. He closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing invisibly, and took two deep breaths of fresh air that allowed him to continue to survive.

Qiao Hui also sensed the line of sight. The keen perception he developed during the fight in the East China Sea allowed him to catch Xian Jin's gaze immediately.

Qiao Hui turned around and gave a small smile, as if he was trying his best to comfort the girl.

The two parties' eyes intertwined.

Chen Jianfang had a panoramic view.

The blood in the young man's heart surged. After a long time, Fang Ping calmed down and took a long breath from his chest.

Do not know why.

Now, he felt a sense of timidity before fighting.

Two years ago, I had never felt a sense of defeat, but now, it was sweeping in like thousands of troops.

Is it because Qiao Hui returned with a new look?

Is it because of the numerous entanglements between him and Xian Jin?

Is it because he is still in vain, and there is still a huge gap to cross between him and his success?

In the verandah, the queue gradually moved away.

Chen Jianfang stood silently with his head lowered, staring blankly at the simple and hard blue bricks under his feet.

"Erlang——" Mrs. Qu seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. She accurately sensed that Jin Sun had fallen behind, turned around and said, "Follow me! What are you doing in such a daze?"

Chen Jianfang then raised his head, huddled his hands in his sleeves, and walked forward quickly.

Qiao Hui clasped his hands behind his back, glanced at Chen Jianfang, then at Xian Jin, and pursed his lips.

Mrs. Qu prepared a table full of rice, including eight cold pots and eight hot pots, and prepared eight small bowls and plates with bamboo frames for Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang.

Qiao Fangzhi's vitality was severely weakened, and he was traveling all the way. It was early summer, and his appetite was not good. Now, to save the Chen family's face, he managed to use his chopsticks twice, and then stopped eating.

Mrs. Qu was full of words to say, but she saw Qiao Fangzhi leaning on the wheelchair, with pale lips and a haggard look. She finally restrained her strong desire to talk, and regretfully asked Chen Jianfang to take the father and son to the Autumn Harvest Pavilion. "It's getting late. If we have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Erlang will take the teacher to have a rest - Mr. Qiao, your coming is really a blessing to my Chen family! How can a small businessman entertain you?" You must tell me about Zhou's place, please tell me!"

Qiao Fangzhi raised his hand and said in a weak voice, "Okay, okay, that's enough trouble."

Mrs. Qu was only then willing to let him go. She turned around and saw Qiao Baozhu staring at her father with tears in her eyes, and then smiled, "How about Baozhu going with us? Although it is an outer courtyard, the Chen family has always been strict in running the family, so it doesn't matter." "

If the treasure goes away, it will be sent to the second gate by Erlang when it comes back.

Now, she is happy to see Baozhu and Erlang come together.

It's just that this thought should not be too obvious, which would offend Mr. Qiao. Otherwise, the gain would outweigh the loss.

Mrs. Qu ordered her troops, raised her chin, and used the gold as a fig leaf, "Sister Jin, you also go and help Chief Qiao Shan!"

There was no words all the way. Qiao Hui and Qiao Baozhu pushed their father's wheelchair left and right. Chen Jianfang and Xian Jin walked in front. The Autumn Harvest Pavilion was indeed well tidied up. Under the dim light of the hexagonal oil lamp, it was painted with varnish. The pear wood furniture is upright and elegant, and emergency fruit and vegetable pots are placed in the west room, open room, and flower room.

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand and wanted to talk to Xianjin, but when he opened his mouth, he was as angry as a gossamer, "Xianjin, thank you for your hard work."

Today I saw a young girl with fair skin and clear eyes. She was taller and taller. She was wearing crimson silk with dark patterns. She didn't feel any awkwardness in speaking or doing anything - which shows that after so many years, he has become so good at this. The incompetent girl never had to worry about food and clothing, and no one dared to feed her rice noodles or wear small shoes.

What is Yingtian Mansion, what is Mrs. Qu, what is the Chen family.

He has a clear mind.

They are all jackals who follow the smell of meat to gain credit.

Only he, a closed-door female disciple who spent half a year and formed a relationship through superficial fate, really devoted his life to raising the orb.

Baozhu hugged Xianjin's arm, looking very attached to it.

Xian Jin smiled and said, "Why do I have to work so hard? The one who cooks for Bao Zhu is Zhang's mother, and the one who makes clothes is Tailor Jia, Master Xiong's niece. Now Master Cui's wife often sends invitations to Bao Zhu." Xian Jin's eyes Looking at Qiao Fangzhi's feet resting on the pedals of the wheelchair, he hesitated and said, "It's your feet."

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand, "It's a trivial matter, so don't mention it."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Jianfang, then at his youngest daughter, and finally at the eldest son who was silent and majestic. A shining smile finally appeared on his sunken cheeks, and he let out a long sigh, his voice like floating on the water. Ping, "I really want to chat with you kids all night long - cough, cough, cough, what a pity."

Qiao Fangzhi's voice was like a broken gong squeezed out of his throat, "It's a pity that I have such a broken body now."

Chen Jianfang bowed and said, "Teacher, you and I are not mere mayflies. Why waste time fighting for the day? The future will be long."

Qiao Fangzhi nodded, as if remembering something, and called softly, "Uncle Jiang—Uncle Jiang—take Erlang, get the book—"

The voice is very soft.

She has a golden nose and a dull hair. Although she doesn't want to admit it, she now misses the way Director Qiao used to call her academic trash.

Chen Jianfang bowed and followed the one-eyed old man beside Qiao Fang into the inner room where the luggage was placed.

Qiao Fangzhi looked gloomy, and Baozhu was thinking about going to the kitchen to help cook the poria and yam porridge for tomorrow morning. Xianjin left first, and Qiao Hui turned his back and pushed the door open for the two little girls, "I'll see you off." Beside the Autumn Harvest Pavilion, Zhongzhong There are two rows of pine trees.

It was still young at that time, and the pine trees were not as tall as those in Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.

Two rows of trees are like two rows of high-spirited young people.

Baozhu jogged in front, mumbling, "Chop the lean meat into pieces, soak the poria cocos in warm water, and cover your hands with a layer of gauze when cutting the yam, otherwise your hands will itch."

Xianjin said loudly, "Slow down! The road is unfamiliar and it's dark, so wrestle carefully!"

Baozhu fluttered his hands behind him, "If I don't run faster, I have to forget everything Zhang Mama said!" Then he started to mutter again, "Don't cover your hands with gauze when cutting yam, otherwise your hands will itch. Your hands will itch." Can’t cover it with gauze. Can’t cover it.”

Show gold and laugh.

Qiao Hui lowered his head slightly. Even if he didn't look at it, he could still imagine the girl's free and beautiful face in his mind, and how beautiful her smile was.

Xian Jin and Qiao Hui walked side by side behind.

"What happened to Master Qiao's leg?" Xian Jin asked.

Qiao Hui looked away from the shadowy end of the pine forest and spoke concisely, "My ankles were tied with anklets and soaked in dirty water in the water prison. The skin, flesh and bones are rotten. Now I can only take good care of myself and hope to stand up soon." "

Xian Jin clenched his hands tightly into fists and did not speak for a long time.

"This person from Yingtian Mansion is asking for your father's forgiveness and forgiveness regardless of gestures. Doesn't it make you confused?" Qiao Hui didn't want to dwell on the pain of the past anymore, and broke the calm with a hoarse voice.

Xian Jin looked up with a smile, "Did you notice?"

There was a smile on Qiao Hui's lips, "Your eyebrows are almost twisted into a line. It's so funny, it's hard not to notice."

Xianjin: A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory, and a dog's mouth can only eat hairtail.

What young girl wants to hear herself being called "funny"?

Even if this blooming girl is a cardamom dung beetle turned from a dung beetle to a spirit, she doesn't want to be a funny girl.

"Thank you." Xian Jin rolled his eyes just like Chen Fu, "Next time, I will try to be more serious and not so funny."

Qiao Hui laughed, and his long eyelashes hit the shadow of the bridge of his nose, and the two shadows merged into one, "The position of Yingtian Mansion Yin is vacant, and all the fourth-rank officials who are able to compete are eyeing it. Yingtian Mansion has a tradition, usually Internal promotion, that is to say, the current fourth-grade Fu Cheng of Yingtian Mansion is the most powerful competitor for the next Fu Yin."

Since Qiao Hui's voice became hoarse, he rarely spoke such long words in a coherent manner.

He felt that his voice was extremely unpleasant.

Like a piece of torn paper under a violent storm, it hums.

Qiao Hui paused, cleared his throat deliberately, and then continued, "But if my father refuses to accept Tianfu's love, none of the current fourth-rank officials in Yingtianfu will have a chance to be promoted."

"Why?" Xianjin frowned.

This was an area she didn't understand at all.

Officialdom is different from shopping malls.

Officials are accustomed to wearing masks to stab people, and shopping malls are accustomed to decorating with lights and festoons to lay landmines.

Officialdom is much more difficult than shopping malls.

Qiao Hui lowered his head involuntarily, glanced slightly sideways, and got closer to Xian Jin, "Don't forget, the original team of Yingtian Mansion who made his father's life worse than death, now no one has been replaced except Fu Yin - Ying Tian Mansion is cheating on his father. Were these people unaware of the execution? Is it possible? If they were informed, how could they not dissuade them? How could they not report them? How could they not correct the chaos in time?"

"Today's people in power respect their father as a human being and value learning by heart. Although the original group of officials in Yingtian Mansion were not in danger, they could not make any progress without their father's understanding."

Qiao Hui explained carefully.

Xianjin nodded thoughtfully, and summed it up as follows: You and I have not put aside our grudges with a smile, so now that I have returned to my hometown, you, as the person who has offended me, have not been forgiven by me, so how can you make progress? !

Therefore, today Wenfu Cheng, whether in public or private, is forcing, begging, and guiding Qiao Fangzhi to show the side that is close to Yingtianfu.

Xianjin sneered, "The former governor Yin was exiled thousands of miles away. Although he suffered hardships, he still had all his limbs and moved well."

Qiao Huiyi sneered and shook his head slightly, "No, no -"

Xianjin looked up at him and realized, when did this guy grow so tall? !

A whole head taller than her!

She's not that short. According to her estimation, she must be 1.65 or 66 meters tall. This guy must be 1.9 meters tall, right?

Qiao Hui tilted his head, made a gesture of shooting arrows in the air with both hands, pulled his right hand back, and lightly hooked and released his index finger.

"Wha—" Qiao Hui simulated the sound of a cloud-penetrating arrow piercing the sky.

"On the tenth day of his exile, I caught up with the team and hid in a mountain col. An arrow shot through both of his ankles."

The young man's eyes were cold, he tilted his head, and his eyes were as cold as a torch. His feet were in the pine leaf forest, and the pine needles were rustling thinly, giving him a different kind of frost-like coolness.

Xian Jin was slightly startled and opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

　Although I haven’t finished updating it, I’ve tried my best on the 3000-word chapter. Can the dog bark twice less?

　　Qiao Hui: Just write it like this, write me as the top alpha with black leather bass

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