Fengxiang Mansion, inner city area, Jianlu Villa.
The female disciple who led the way from Huanyinfang took Jiang Yunqing to this villa and then left. Jiang Yunqing looked up at the four-typing plaque with the words "Jianlu Villa" written in flying phoenixes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Every stroke, every stroke is like the edge of a sword slipping away, and every turn of the font is extremely stiff, as if it were carved by a person holding a sharp sword.
This style is undoubtedly Master's handwriting, which means that Master has woken up.
"Crunch~"
The shaft connecting the door and the door frame makes a hard friction sound. This situation usually only occurs on old doors or newly built doors. Judging from the appearance, this door should be newly built.
Jiang Yunqing walked into the small courtyard and saw three pairs of eyes looking over from the other courtyard.
Zhang Yuanzheng was planning wood with a plane. Stools, chairs, tables, and cabinets were almost arranged in a circle around him. It seemed that he was adding some furniture to the small courtyard.
The furniture has been sanded and polished and coated with palm oil, almost masking the original color of the wood.
It seems that the group of people have been here for a few days. I have to say that the empress is really efficient, and she is not sloppy at all.
Uncle Yang was sitting on a stone bench, bent over, and the other end of the small bamboo pole in his hand was resting on the sand table below. He was probably looking down at the sand table before.
The last pair of the clearest eyes came from Jiang Tong.
Jiang Tong was sitting on a small bench, holding a bamboo pole in his hand. The other end of the bamboo pole was still in the sand tray, as if he hadn't finished writing something.
"Young master is back! Have you eaten? I'll go get some food?"
Zhang Yuan was the first to break the calm. He put down the plane, casually wiped the sawdust on his clothes, and stepped down from the unfinished wood underneath him.
"Okay, trouble!"
Jiang Yunqing rubbed his belly. It was true that he hadn't eaten for a day or two, but he didn't feel any hunger before. However, Zhang Yuanyi said that he did seem a little hungry.
"okay!"
Zhang Yuan grinned innocently, wiped his hands on his clothes again with nowhere to rest, and then went to the kitchen to cook.
"Master, you are back!"
At some point, Jiang Tong put down the bamboo pole in his hand and came to Jiang Yunqing, looking up at Jiang Yunqing eagerly.
Jiang Yunqing looked at this apprentice and didn't know where her inexplicable emotions came from. He couldn't remember any particularly deep master-disciple friendship with her!
In fact, the two of them had only been together for less than three months, that is, in the last few days, Yuan Tiangang came to the door, and Jiang Yunqing had to leave. In order to have someone to continue to help Uncle Yang take care of his body, he accepted Jiang Tong as his disciple. .
However, it’s normal for a little girl to like to have random thoughts.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed Jiang Tong's head, and Jiang Tong leaned over intimately, squinting his eyes and raising his mouth so much that it almost connected to his dimples that were faintly flushed.
After approaching Jiang Yunqing, Jiang Tong gently hugged Jiang Yunqing. The girl's height had reached more than 1.4 meters, and her head just reached Jiang Yunqing's lower chest. She stood on tiptoes and hugged Jiang Yunqing's waist.
His head was buried in Jiang Yunqing's abdomen, and his little face was filled with extremely rich happiness. He was much happier than having a full meal after being hungry for three days.
Jiang Yunqing's three views were developed in his previous life. In that society that seemed warm but was actually colder than steel, his heart was much colder than that of ordinary people in this world, and it was even harder for him to have compassion. Because, in the world of his previous life, compassion that easily overflowed was also a tool used by some people to obtain benefits.
Maybe Jiang Yunqing would think Jiang Tong's emotions were inexplicable, but for Jiang Tong, it was a natural revelation of true feelings, perhaps with a little bit of girlish imagination mixed into it.
For Jiang Tong, Jiang Yunqing was the one who redeemed her entire world and gave her black and white world full of hunger the color of food and clothing.
Jiang Yunqing's appearance made her feel that even if she didn't meet the official serving porridge, she could still fill her stomach; even if it wasn't summer, there would still be warmth.
It was also because of Jiang Yunqing's appearance that she no longer was disliked by others for wearing dirty clothes, and she no longer could only scream "Abba, Ababa" when she spoke.
If Jiang Yunqing couldn't make her cry with gratitude, who else in the world could?
For Jiang Yunqing, these are just a little effort, and he doesn't feel that he deserves much gratitude. Just like being able to say "thank you" in his previous life was considered good; some people may feel indifferently that he didn't ask you to help, and you were just too much. Meddling in other people's own business; even worse, they may even slap someone in the face and make those who do good deeds suffer bad words.
But in the eyes of Zhang Yuan and even Uncle Yang, Jiang Yunqing was very kind to Jiang Tong, and no one thought there was anything wrong with Jiang Tong's dependence and intimacy with Jiang Yunqing.
Although Jiang Yunqing felt that Jiang Tong's feelings were inexplicable, she did not refuse Jiang Tong's approach to getting close to her.
Gently rubbing Jiang Tong's head, the little girl now has short hair tied in a bun. The length is estimated to reach the shoulders, but it is longer.
I still remember that Jiang Tong's hair was all tangled together and turned into a lice nest that could not be sorted out. Jiang Yunqing cut it off, leaving it only at the neck. Jiang Tong cried for a long time at that time.
"Master!"
Looking at Uncle Yang who was sitting there silently, Jiang Yunqing called out softly, not daring to make a loud noise, feeling that the current master was terrifyingly suppressed.
"Go in!" Uncle Yang raised his hand and pointed to a room next to him.
There was no expression fluctuation. In Jiang Yunqing's impression, Uncle Yang had the same serious style as always.
"oh!"
Jiang Yunqing responded, then patted Jiang Tong on the head, "Master, you have to listen to your master."
Jiang Tong reluctantly let go of Jiang Yunqing, and Jiang Yunqing entered the room pointed by Uncle Yang.
Immediately, Uncle Yang entered the room aggressively carrying a bamboo pole.
Uncle Yang entered the door, and before Jiang Yunqing could say anything, he slammed the door shut with a bang, followed by a sharp shout: "Kneel down!"
"Bang!"
A small muffled sound was the sound of Jiang Yunqing's knees colliding with the stone floor.
He could more or less guess some of the reasons why Uncle Yang was angry, and he knelt down honestly.
"Snapped!"
The bamboo pole in Uncle Yang's hand hit Jiang Yunqing's back hard. Uncle Yang did not increase his internal strength, and Jiang Yunqing did not use his internal strength to resist.
With a muffled groan, his whole body was tilted forward slightly.
"I have worked so hard for my teacher and risked my life just to take you out. It's better for you to just jump in without saying a word. I need a little brat like you to save me?"
"Snapped!"
Uncle Yang hated the fact that iron could not be transformed into steel, so he whipped Jiang Yunqing with a bamboo pole. He had the will to die. Li Xingyun and Lu Linxuan couldn't get out of the game, so they thought of sending Jiang Yunqing out, but in the end, this kid himself How could he not be angry if he jumped in?
Jiang Yunqing silently endured Uncle Yang's beating, slowly lowered his body, put his hands on the ground, knocked his head on the stone slab, and bowed to Uncle Yang.
“Master’s kindness in raising and teaching me, I will never forget it even if I die thousands of times!”
