The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

The weather is fine, and the camellia of Qinglianju has opened, and the flowers are clustered and bright and magnificent.

Two white scorpions bite in the flowers, and Wang Shu followed his brother to study, and his eyes ran to two white bodies.

Qiao Wei sat in the eccentric hall and opened the square for the last patient who came to see the doctor. She leaned back on the chair and stretched out a big laziness.

Bier hugged a lot of things and hurried into the house. The things piled too high, and they covered her sight. She bumped and touched it, and finally put a full price on the table intact.

She sighed for a long time: "I am exhausted!"

Qiao Wei flipped over the table: "What are they?"

Bier wiped the sweat and said: "I didn't look at it, and Rong's mother let me get it back."

Qiao Wei opened a box on the side: "Ginseng." Open another, "Deer Antler." Open the third, "Chongcao."

Bier was surprised: "So many good things!"

Qiao Wei closed the box: "Receive, go back to Lingzhitang."

Bier smiled and said: "I know that my wife is good to my lord, and I don't forget to give my husband a body when I marry."

Qiao Wei glanced at her: "Take it to Lingzhitang."

Bier’s tongue!

So many people ginseng velvet Cordyceps sinensis, say that they can sell hundreds of thousands of silver, and it doesn't cost her a long time. Qiao Wei put all the boxes in the bag: "When you go out, don't forget to bring me to the past." ""

"Know it." Bier licked her mouth and took the baggage into the cupboard. She took another look at the hourglass on the wall. "Mrs. It’s been so long, the old man and the old lady have finished talking?"

I am eating lunch. It is reasonable to say that after the talk, I don’t know how to talk. The old lady is soft. Ji Shangqing looks hard, but in some things, she is quite a bit of a child.

Qiao Wei turned around in the room: "Are you going?"

"it is good!"

Bier went busy, and just ran out of the yard for a long time, and snorted and ran back: "The lord returned to Qinglian! I just saw it!"

Qiao Wei asked: "How is your face?"

Bier scratched her head and thought about it: "It's fierce."

"When is he not fierce?" Qiao Wei said.

"It's fierce than usual! This way." Bier rounded her eyes and made a sly expression.

Qiao Wei touched his chin. It seems that the public servant is angry. I don’t know what it is, the temperament of the little stepmother and Sun Xun, or the temperament of the little stepmother to marry the Ji family.

"You have to go."

"What?" Bier didn't understand.

Qiao Wei smiled: "The six lords have been away for so long, so it is easy to produce results. I have to go to the test."

Bier opened her mouth: "Madam, you won't think..."

Qiao Wei patted her shoulder and went to it.

Tongyuan is located on the central axis of Nanfu. Apart from the old lady's Luomeiyuan, it is the best location. It has three doors, the front door, the back door and a small side door that is not very useful.

It is said that the original side door is the back door, but after the expansion, the door is not convenient, so the lock is up, and no one is guarding.

The difficulty of this kind of door for Qiao Wei is probably equal to pinching a paper cup.

Joe helped the master with one hand, and he slammed the door.

Qiao Wei swayed into the room, hung the door bolt and entered the inner court.

This meeting is eating, there are fewer people in the courtyard, and Qiao Wei came to the cloister with a light road.

Nobody, it’s too easy!

Joe helped the Lord sway to the room of the Woodlands.

"Spring, the kitchen gave the braised lion head, I will send it to you later."

Qiao Zongzhu got on the beam!

Chunzhi and Qiuping walked hand in hand under her.

When the two went away, Qiao Wei jumped down and looked at the beam of the two-meter-high beam. I didn't know how I got rid of it. It was a monkey!

The house of Woodlands is in the first corner of the corner, and I will see that I am coming. There is a screaming voice in front: "Master!"

Qiao Wei’s eyebrows jumped and opened the door at hand and walked in. She vaguely felt that the room was a bit familiar, as if she had been there, but could not remember it for a while.

She prayed that Ji Shangqing would return to her house first, and she would slip into the house of Woodlands and go to the Woodlands.

After a short time, she thought about it.

Ji Shangqing really returned to his house, this is...

Qiao Wei wants to die, and Ji Shangqing gave her the key, isn't she calling her in this room? Did she forget it? !

Ji Shangqing's footsteps approached, and Qiao Wei thought about it, opened the door of the bookcase and sat in it.

The bookcase is facing Ji Shangqing's desk, and Qiao Wei is sitting inside. From the narrow gap, Ji Shangqing's move can be seen.

His face, as Bier said, is fierce.

He threw a letter on the table, sat down heavily, bowed his back, and seemed to press his head, then he got up, turned and went to the bookcase.

Qiao Wei’s heart slyly mentioned the eyes of the blind man.

He explored his hand and opened the bookcase.

Qiao Wei’s “father” slipped to his lips, but he heard a bang, the door was pulled open, but it was not his own.

Qiao Wei took a long sigh of relief.

From the crack in the door, she saw what Ji Shangqing had taken out, which was a portrait.

At this time, I still have the mood to appreciate the portrait. What do you think about it? !

Hurry up and call the little stepmother, confrontational quality confrontation!

Ji Shangqing slowly opened the portrait. He turned his back to Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei couldn't see his expression, but he could see his gentleness and caution from his movements.

Qiao Wei can't help but wonder, what is it like to paint baby like this?

Qiao Wei stretched her neck and wanted to understand it, but the grid was so high.

Ji Shangqing’s fingers slowly passed over the portrait.

He didn't say anything, didn't go to dinner, so he sat quietly.

Qiao Wei waited for a long time to see him go out, yawned, his head glimpsed, leaning against the cabinet and fell asleep.

When Qiao Wei blinked, the oil lamp had been lit up in the room, and Ji Shangqing was still sitting there quietly, with the painting on hand.

------Off topic ------

I am eager to write a big manuscript with thousands of words. As a result, Kavinka’s don’t want to, don’t want to be a short prince, let the thick long jun fight tomorrow!

Give a little drama: This is a portrait, but who is it?

A: 荀兰

B: Princess Zhaoming