Qiu Shan heard the roar of the lion from Hedong and hurriedly came out of the study.
He bowed to his wife, looked at Qiu Ruoshui, and said hurriedly: "The little saint didn't drive Shui'er out at all."
"Then why did Shui'er say that the little saint didn't want her anymore?" Shui didn't get rid of her anger without Qiu Shan's explanation.
Qiu Shan hurriedly stepped forward and said to Shui: "My husband asked Commander Zhao and found out that it was Cuizhu, the little sage's original maid, who came to Xi County. Cuizhu has been serving the little sage since she was a child, and Shui'er can't compare to her."
Qiu Shan is an aide to Zhao Yun, the leader of the security group. He cannot enter Zhao Ping's apartment, but he can learn what happened through Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun was indeed kind to Qiu Shan. He not only recommended his daughter as the maid of the little saint, but also narrated how Cuizhu came to Xi County.
"Commander Zhao said that the little saint didn't drive Shui'er out at all." Qiu Shan hurriedly explained without seeing that Shui was deep in thought.
Master Shui finally understood, caressed Qiu Ruoshui's face, wiped the tears on Qiu Ruoshui's face, and couldn't help but sigh.
The daughter was too young to bear the blow and returned home to find comfort and help.
"Officer, I can't help but blame you." Shui saluted Qiu Shan, no longer calling him by his first name, but calling him "officer".
Although she was a child of a scholarly family, matters related to her daughter's future made her lose her usual calmness.
Qiu Shan hurriedly returned the gift to his wife and said, "You're welcome, madam. The key now is to comfort and persuade Shui'er."
After saying that, Qiu Shan returned to the study, handed Qiu Ruoshui over to Mr. Shui, and went to read his books.
"Shui'er, how do you think the little saint treats others?" Shui touched her daughter's face and looked at her to ask.
Qiu Ruoshui kept sobbing and said angrily: "He is a big bad guy, not good at all."
"Since the little saint is a bad guy, what's wrong with him?" Shui couldn't help teasing Qiu Ruoshui.
Qiu Ruoshui was still sobbing angrily and said: "The big radish, isn't he a bad guy or what?"
"In this case, Shui'er will not go to the little saint's place in the future. Out of sight is out of mind." Mrs. Shui couldn't help but tease Qiu Ruoshui.
Qiu Ruoshui sobbed harder, whimpering: "Mother, mother, slave family, slave family."
She couldn't find the words for a while and hesitated.
In the end, she had no choice but to bury her head in Shui's chest, not daring to raise her head.
"Shui'er, I think the little saint is a gentleman." Shui pinched Qiu Ruo's bulging cheeks and felt a little funny.
Qiu Ruoshui raised her face with tears in her eyes and asked in confusion while sobbing: "Gentleman, I don't think he is a gentleman at all. He goes around messing around with women."
"If the little saint was a philanderer, he would definitely agree to let you wait on him to bathe, but he didn't let you wait on him. Do you know the reason?" Shui couldn't help but ask.
Qiu Ruoshui wiped the tears on her face. Her eyes were red and swollen like peaches on her face from sobbing. She looked at Shui in confusion: "But he asked that maid named Cuizhu to take a bath."
"Cuizhu is different from you. She has been serving the little saint. The little saint thinks that this is a habit and a natural phenomenon." Shui Shi carefully wiped Qiu Ruoshui's tears while persuading, "And you are still treating the little saint. a stranger."
Qiu Ruoshui's sobs became smaller and smaller, feeling incredible: "The slave family has served the little saint for a month, why are they still strangers?"
"Idiot, idiot. No matter how long you serve, you can't be as close as they were when they were growing up." Shui couldn't help touching Qiu Ruoshui's body and sighed.
The daughter is good, but it's a pity that it was too late to meet the little saint, so that Cuizhu took the lead.
Qiu Ruoshui burst into tears when she heard this: "Mother, what should I do with my daughter?"
"Daughter, you are naturally very good. You are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are so pretty. How can that maid compare to you?" Shui had a doting look on her face, gently wiping the tears on Qiu Ruoshui's face, and kept cheering her up. .
Qiu Ruoshui couldn't help but raise her little face, filled with moving brilliance, but soon lowered her head again.
She had almost reached her breasts, and she sobbed and cried: "Mother, this Cuizhu is not only the little saint's personal maid, but also the leader of the nurse camp. My daughter's former head nurse is not worth anything in front of her. carry."
The gap between the two is too big. Not only are their relationships with the little saint different, but their positions are also too different.
The gap between him and the enemy was too big. Feeling powerless, Qiu Ruoshui couldn't help but lower his head deeply.
"Shui'er, where's that yellow calf?" Shui gently touched Qiu Ruoshui's head, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she asked softly.
Qiu Ruoshui couldn't help but be stunned, wiped her tears, raised her head and asked: "Mother, what is that monster that is neither male nor female, why do you want her?"
"Chi'er, Chi'er, think about it, you two should be in the same boat." Shui said softly, stroking Qiu Ruoshui's hair kindly.
Qiu Ruoshui shook her head and disagreed: "She is also my daughter's opponent, and my daughter doesn't want to pay attention to her."
"Chi'er, Chi'er, this moment is the same as that moment. Now we should take the initiative to have a good relationship with her." Shui Shi caressed Qiu Ruoshui's face dotingly.
Qiu Ruoshui thought about it for a while, and was a little reluctant: "Mother, that man or woman has a very high official position, and my daughter doesn't want to get along with her."
"Idiot, you two are both civilized and martial, wouldn't you compare to that green bamboo?" Shui hugged her gently and spoke kindly.
Qiu Ruoshui thought for a while, finally nodded, and then shook her head: "My daughter doesn't know how to get along with her?"
"You call her home." Shui said decisively, "You have your own way to take care of your mother."
"Will she agree? She is a deputy general." Qiu Ruoshui still dared to believe it.
Shui nodded and said with a smile: "How can you know it won't work without trying it?"
Huang Xiaoniu is now extremely distressed. Although Zhaojiazhuang is large, it seems to be out of tune with him.
As a personal bodyguard, she should follow Zhao Ping at all times.
"The little saint is very good at martial arts. There are guards all around this Zhuangzi, so you don't have to follow him all the time." Unexpectedly, when she followed Zhao Pingping, Cuizhu's cold voice came over.
How could Huang Xiaoniu show weakness: "I am the little saint's personal bodyguard, so naturally I should follow him everywhere."
"What the hell, you are a little lady, you should call yourself a slave." Cuizhu looked at her coldly, with disdain in his eyes, "You are such a little lady, how can you dress up like a boy or girl?"
She couldn't stand Cuizhu's outfit and kept scolding her.
"I am a bodyguard, so of course I should wear this outfit." Huang Xiaoniu emphasized his status as a bodyguard.
Cuizhu looked at her carefully from beginning to end several times: "You are a young lady first, and then a guard. Guards can never change your identity as a young lady."
Cuizhu's words were extremely sharp, but he didn't say that she was a monster who was neither male nor female.
Huang Xiaoniu was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he had to face her words and tell his reasons.
"Of course you should be guarding the clothes when you are on duty. When you are not on duty, you should wear the lady's clothes." Huang Xiaoniu rolled his eyes and immediately thought of a trick.
It seems that now I don’t want to wear girly clothes anymore.
"Okay, I will take good care of you. If you don't know women's etiquette, someone will teach you." Cuizhu taught her aggressively as her personal maid.
When Huang Xiaoniu heard this, he couldn't help but frown even more: "I'm not good at fighting, but I'm very talkative."
Of course, you can't say this out loud, you can only keep it in your heart.
"If you don't bother with this, the slave family will naturally save it." Huang Xiaoniu responded coldly when he heard her aggressive tone.
Maybe she didn't realize it herself, and her tone changed unknowingly, from Wu to Nujia.
After her duty time was over, she returned to her small courtyard in Zhaojiazhuang.
Although there was no war, she felt more tired than fighting.
Fighting is tiring around me, but today my heart is tiring.
The servant made tea for her and placed it gently on the table for her.
There are bookcases in her study room, and there are many books and "Da Song Zhonghua Bao", most of which are military books, as well as story books such as "Journey to the West".
However, there is no book like "Female Virtues" here.
It now seems that we will have to add books such as "Women's Virtues", "Women's Precepts", "The Story of Martyrs", "The Classic of Filial Piety" and so on in the future.
There is a copy of "Da Song Zhonghua News" on her desk, which was placed on her desk by her servants.
As a personal bodyguard, Zhaojiazhuang naturally subscribed her to the Song Dynasty China Newspaper.
In the past, the first thing she had to do after getting off duty was to read the "Da Song Zhong Hua Bao" happily while drinking tea.
But today, the "Da Song Zhonghua News" was placed in front of her, but she had no interest in it at all.
Although she didn't read the newspaper, she was still drinking tea.
While drinking tea, she thought of the fallen bamboos and felt confused.
She couldn't help but think of her experience in the army, and the process of marching and fighting in the army from Jiading.
Now he is not only the personal bodyguard of the little saint, but also the deputy general of the chariot commander.
If he goes back, it can be regarded as a return to his native land.
But if I return to Jiading, will I go back as a man or as a woman?
I went back as a man, but I am a woman, and I have to marry and even raise children.
But when I returned as a woman, I had almost forgotten the words and deeds of women.
What's more important is that except for the little saint, he doesn't look down on other men at all.
Although Huang Xiaoniu was drinking tea, the teacup had touched his lips without him noticing.
She is now conflicted and in pain.
How is the family now? My parents are fine, how are my younger siblings?
He has been at war and has not yet sent a letter to his family.
It seems that I should send a letter to my family to report that I am safe and that I have been promoted, so that my family will be happy.
But when he reaches the age of leaving the cabinet, his family will definitely ask him to retire from the army and get married.
Marry, how to marry, who else is worthy of marrying.
"Sister, sister." Just as Huang Xiaoniu was feeling sorry for herself, a gentle voice thought from behind her, "What are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought that your clothes are almost wet with tea."
Huang Xiaoniu was startled and quickly put down the teacup. When he turned around, he saw that it was Qiu Ruoshui.
Huang Xiaoniu had no idea when she came behind him.
She couldn't help but be frightened. If she were so absorbed on the battlefield or on duty, she wouldn't even know she was attacked by someone with ulterior motives.
"It turns out it's my sister, I, I, the slave family is thinking about something." She originally said to me, but she immediately felt bad and immediately changed her name to the slave family.
Hearing that Huang Xiaoniu actually called himself a slave, Qiu Ruoshui felt that the sun was coming out of the west.
Seeing Qiu Ruoshui's puzzled look, Huang Xiaoniu smiled sheepishly: "I am originally a girl. I haven't dressed in women's clothes and talked like a girl for more than a year. Now I am trying to learn to speak like a girl."
"Well, my sister wears women's clothes every day and talks like a girl, so it's just the right time to have a companion with her." Qiu Ruoshui rolled her eyes and immediately hit the snake on the stick.
"Thank you very much, sister." Huang Xiaoniu bowed his hands.
She had just bowed her hand and felt it was inappropriate, so she wanted to be blessed.
But she hasn't changed out of her bodyguard clothes yet, so she's wearing bodyguard clothes to perform the blessing ceremony, which looks nondescript.
Qiu Ruoshui was about to burst into laughter and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.
Huang Xiaoniu's face turned red and he said sheepishly: "Sister, I need to change clothes."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she couldn't help but frown.
She used to wear short clothes and narrow-sleeved trousers to make it easier to work.
Now she suddenly changed into a long-sleeved blouse and pleated skirt, changed her hairstyle, and wore beads. She still didn't know how to dress.
"Sister needs to change her clothes, and she is here to serve her." Qiu Ruoshui said while personally helping to choose the clothes to change, "Sister, one third of the talent is equal to seventy percent of the grooming."
Huang Xiaoniu did not expect that seemingly simple clothing could actually change a person's appearance.
Not only that, Qiu Ruoshui also took a clear look at Huang Xiaoniu's appearance up and down.
Seeing Qiu Ruoshui's needle-like gaze, Huang Xiaoniu felt embarrassed.
Could it be that Qiu Ruoshui still dislikes his military uniform?
However, looking at her words and deeds today, it seems that is not the case.
Don’t yours look good? Huang Xiaoniu had never considered his appearance before.
But seeing Qiu Ruoshui's clothes today, she had to consider her appearance.
What if I am not pretty or feminine, will the little saint still want me?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but worry about gains and losses.
Qiu Ruoshui looked at Huang Xiaoniu carefully and said: "Sister has a heroic appearance, so she looks good in military uniform, but when she puts on women's clothes, she doesn't look like a woman. She has to dress up to look more beautiful and feminine. "
After that, she not only taught her how to comb a woman's hair into an upturned bun, wear women's beads, how to draw her eyebrows, how to apply Feixia makeup, etc.
Huang Xiaoniu was confused after hearing this. He didn't expect that there are so many things to pay attention to when being a woman.
She couldn't help but frown her eyebrows tightly together. This was more tiring, harder, and time-consuming than fighting.
She didn't know anything about it, so she had no choice but to act like a wooden person and let Qiu Ruoshui manipulate her.
"Sister, we women spend the most time dressing up. It can be said that it far exceeds other times. But sister, if you dress up now, I guarantee that no one will be able to recognize you." Qiu Ruoshui chirped while dressing up Huang Xiaoniu.
After Qiu Ruoshui dressed up, she didn't know what she looked like.
"Sister, look, if you wear it, peony will be eclipsed." Qiu Ruoshui took out the bronze mirror and said in a slightly exaggerated tone.
Huang Xiaoniu looked through the bronze mirror and saw a beauty inside. She had fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and a high nose. She was half heroic and half charming.
Is this him? Huang Xiaoniu couldn't believe it.
She blinked her eyes and saw the person in the mirror blinking too, and then she believed herself.
Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but be deeply moved. He didn't expect that when he dressed up, he would turn out to be a pretty young lady.
Qiu Ruoshui's house is a house with one floor and one floor.
There are about ten rooms, and there is a large courtyard inside, which has good light transmission.
When Mr. Shui saw Huang Xiaoniu, his eyes turned red and he sobbed, "What a pretty little lady. I can't help but think of the slave's poor mother."
Huang Xiao Newton was confused as to why he reminded her of her mother.
My surname is Huang, but not Qiu, so I can't be her daughter.
