Just when Emperor Qingfeng was thinking about how to deal with Jin Qing, Jin Qing was sitting cross-legged on the bed counting banknotes.
Perhaps because he had gone too far yesterday, Lin Xiangyun fell asleep and did not wake up until now.
I reviewed the harvest of the past two days and counted them several times.
Jin Qing put down the banknote and asked 707 very seriously: "What do you think of me becoming an oiran?"
707 was shocked when he heard this: Why did his host suddenly think about it and prepare to go to the sea?
Before 707 could speak, Jin Qing had already stated his plan: "This courtesan makes money so quickly. One vote from her can equal my lifetime income in this small world."
707: "..." Why don't I know which small world you are talking about?
The more Jin Qing talked, the more it made sense: "Hurry up and help me look for it. That Chu Pavilion has the largest flow of people."
707: "..." Don't you have a good idea of your own virtues? Unless everyone in Qing'an likes to eat pork belly, your chances of becoming an oiran are smaller than my chance of killing the main system.
Jin Qing's voice became more and more excited: "I actually have a lot of talents."
After saying that, Jin Qing started counting with his fingers: "Dance."
707: "..." Are you talking about the square dance with the switch on?
Jin Qing: "Sing."
707: "..." At least half of the sound went deaf, and the other half suffered a heart attack on the spot. I don't know if I am deaf or not.
Jin Qing: "Paint."
707: "..." As for your infinite lines, unless you dig out everyone's eyeballs, no one will think you are good at drawing them.
Jin Qing: "Play chess."
707: "..." Your action of picking up the chessboard and hitting someone is indeed heroic.
Speaking of this, Jin Qing suddenly fell silent, and after a long while he held back another sentence: "Why am I so powerful?"
Without counting, she really didn't realize that she actually knew so many things.
After traveling through so many worlds, she has really grown up without realizing it.
707's body was twisted into a walnut: His host grew up the fastest, probably because of his shamelessness.
When others speak, there is a hint of emotion, and even the listeners will feel sad.
Only his host sounded a bit shameless as soon as he said these words.
Just when 707 was complaining in his heart, Jin Qing's gentle voice suddenly sounded: "Don't you think so."
He knew that Jin Qing was waiting for him to agree, but 707 really couldn't say such unconscionable words.
He knew that as long as he catered to her, Jin Qing would be able to find a Chu Guan to list his business tomorrow.
After taking a few deep breaths, 707 decided to divert Jin Qing's attention: "Host, think about it, how can the oiran earn as much as you?"
Jin Qing was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean!"
She doesn’t earn much!
Seeing that Jin Qing was really interested, 707 knew that he was right, and hurriedly continued to persuade: "Host, that courtesan has saved up his banknotes for many years, and you just stretched out your hand and grabbed them. So, do you think the most profitable career is What."
As if enlightened, Jin Qing's eyes suddenly changed: "Bandit."
707: "..." Although the three views are not very correct, there is nothing wrong with it.
At this moment, Lin Xiangyun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly started to flip like a pancake.
After struggling for a while, Lin Xiangyun suddenly sat up straight: "Sister, don't go."
Jin Qing: "..." What's wrong with getting up and bringing your own BGM?
707: "..." You call this BGM.
Lin Xiangyun first glanced around in confusion. After seeing Jin Qing sitting in the corner, she rushed to Jin Qing's side in a few steps and hooked her arms around Jin Qing's neck: "Sister."
Jin Qing: "..." Girl, before you speak, could you brush your teeth first?
Feeling a burst of wetness on his shoulders, Jin Qing's face twitched: "Don't forget to wipe your nose on my shoulders."
But she heard Lin Xiangyun ask softly in her ear: "Is it difficult for my sister to leave?"
707: "..." My host is so awesome, you can't even act as a fool now.
Jin Qing didn't make any pretense of retort, just stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head: "It's okay."
You're already so stupid, so what's there to be sad about?
Lin Xiangyun's tears flowed even more fiercely: "Then can you hug me."
For as long as she can remember, she has always played the role of protector.
Lin Wen is a scholar and believes in caring for grandchildren but not children.
Lin Xiangyue is a fool. It is not easy to take care of herself. Naturally, she would not think of taking the initiative to hug Lin Xiangyun.
Therefore, this is the first time that Lin Xiangyun has such close contact with "normal people".
Jin Qing grinned: These naughty kids are really troublesome.
But the movements of his hands were much lighter, and he held Lin Xiangyun in his arms.
Perhaps Jin Qing's embrace was too warm, and after a while, Lin Xiangyun fell asleep.
Jin Qing didn't put him down, but just hugged Lin Xiangyun and fell asleep with his back against the wall.
707 just wanted to lament the host's tolerance towards children.
But the next second, Jin Qing pulled all the banknotes into the space.
707: "..." I knew your feelings were watered down.
Early the next morning, Lin Xiangyun got up early to cook.
As if nothing had happened, Lin Xiangyun's attitude towards Jin Qing made 707 feel that the scene of Lin Xiangyun holding Jin Qing and crying last night was an illusion created by him.
Since his stomach was a little empty, Jin Qing ate two pots of rice, then lifted the iron pot and brought it to Lin Xiangyun: "Eat it while it's hot!"
Lin Xiangyun held the rice bowl, bit his chopsticks, and looked at Jin Qing blankly: "What to eat!"
The elder sister had eaten up all the rice left in the house, and now she handed the pot to her, hoping that she would eat something.
Seeing Lin Xiangyun's confused expression, Jin Qing was also stunned, and then forced a smile to Lin Xiangyun: "You scratch the rice first, I will take you out to find something to eat later."
Looking at the iron pot with even the crust scraped clean, Lin Xiangyun forced a smile at Jin Qing: "Sister, you gave me a bowl of rice before, and I'm full."
This is true, she is indeed not hungry now.
Hearing Lin Xiangyun's polite refusal, Jin Qing hummed softly, then put the pot back on the stove.
707: "..." His host always used indifference to cover up his care, which made him feel really sad.
Looking at the iron pot with nostalgia again, Jin Qing led Lin Xiangyun out of the kitchen.
Lin Xiangyun didn't know what Jin Qing planned to do, so he carefully reminded Jin Qing: "Sister, I haven't cleaned up the kitchen yet."
But Jin Qing waved his hand: "It's okay, let's go see if the Ning family's two are well taken care of."
If it is raised well, someone will work for her family.
Lin Xiangyun: "..." This sister is a bit fierce!
In the past two days, the incident between Zhongyi Bo's Mansion and the Ning Family's General Protector's Mansion has been a hot topic in the capital.
Therefore, many good people are secretly observing the activities of Uncle Zhongyi's mansion.
Seeing the door of the uncle's house open at this time, those people who had been there before were nervously avoiding it, for fear of touching Jin Qingmou's head. After all, this was the person the emperor wanted to protect.
Jin Qing ignored these twists and turns and walked directly towards Ning Mansion with Lin Xiangyun.
Seeing that there was still another corner to reach Ning Mansion, there was a sudden noise in the distance.
