I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing laughed and chased after her.

After visiting the Sophora japonica forest, they deliberately picked two bags of Sophora japonica and planned to go back to the kitchen for cooking.

A group of people came out from Huai Lin and rode their horses all the way back. When they entered the mansion, the scent of flowers was still on their bodies.

At dinner time, a plate of Sophora japonica dim sum was brought over, with a faint fragrance, Jiang Luoqing saw that he ate a piece, but didn't say much.

After all, the cook in the mansion is used to making delicate and ingenious things, how could she take the risk of offending others to make rough and indecent folk snacks from the Sophora japonica flowers picked by the master herself?

Naturally, I can't, and I dare not.

Jiang Luoqing yawned, and looked at the folk story book in his hand for a while. This story book was about the legendary deeds of a hero. He flipped it out casually.

Jiang Luoqing loved to practice swords the most, and he only went down the mountain a few times on weekdays, and occasionally caused minor troubles. Later, he simply didn't go down the mountain on weekdays except to go home.

Staying in the sect and occasionally being bored to tease this and that, cats hate dogs, so naturally no one has a good relationship with him to share the storybook, and the Fiji and Fiji relatives who have a good relationship with him don't touch the storybook.

However, Jiang Luoqing used to be in a hurry to go home and didn't have time to read the story books. When he was young, the family management was very strict and he would never touch such things.

So Jiang Luoqing said it was the first time he came into contact with such things as a storybook. It happened that the person written on it was beaten up by him when he was on a mission a year ago, so the more he read it now, the more fun he found it.

Staring at the endless stream of beautiful words in the storybook, Jiang Luoqing smiled sullenly for a while and turned to the next page, only to see... two entangled people were drawn on the paper, his face turned red, and he snapped. He closed the story book at once, and directly smashed the book with internal force in shame.

Jiang Luoqing stood there with a flushed face for a while, then undressed and went to sleep.

He has grown up to know human affairs. The prime minister's wife sent someone to teach him, but the teaching was also elegant, unlike other families who directly ask someone to fight in person, or give picture books.

When he first learned about people and affairs, he read words, texts, and poems, and he learned this kind of thing very elegantly.

His elder brother already had a son and a daughter, so his mother and father were not in a hurry for him, they never arranged for him, they just let him find someone he was comfortable with.

He's not enlightened, and he reacted so strongly when he saw the picture just now, it's really because he felt offended.

It's also fortunate that he destroyed it in time, otherwise when the curiosity came, and if you took a closer look at the painting, you would find that the people on it were actually two men!

Jiang Luoqing destroyed things here, but Qin Ziyi didn't know about it yet.

Qin Ziyi was sitting in the study room, holding the freshly baked Sophora japonica cake in one hand, and drawing the Eighteen Styles of Longyang with the other. The expression on his face was still very calm, and he didn't even know that the things he had worked so hard to draw were directly smashed into pieces .

In fact, what Qin Ziyi stuffed into Jiang Luoqing's bookshelf story books at first was drawn by someone else, and he felt that his own drawing of this thing was worthless, which was very boring.

But not long after the book was sent to Jiang Luoqing, he regretted it himself, and hurriedly asked someone to take out the things while no one was paying attention, packed a book himself, drew a few pictures and put it in before sending the book back .

Qin Ziyi took a vermilion brush and tapped a little cinnabar mole next to the eyes that shimmered and dazzled the soul in the painting.

After finishing lighting, he couldn't help tracing the slender eyes a few times with cinnabar. After finishing the painting, he nodded, crumpled the painting into a ball, and set it on fire. He couldn't see the cautious appearance of the painting before.

The servants who waited on the side looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, and remained silent without saying a word.

Qin Ziyi leisurely walked out of the house with a snack in his hand.

Qin Ziyi was already very proficient in burning paintings, and in his opinion, it was nothing. He painted Jiang Luoqing because he liked this person, and he burned paintings because he liked this person.

His temperament is domineering and arrogant, and he will never allow himself to hold a few paintings in a wretched way, thinking about others and thinking about some unspeakable thoughts.

That would be better than directly drugging Jiang Luoqing, or threatening Prime Minister Jiang to come directly.

Qin Ziyi's pride was carried in his bones since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After eating another piece of Sophora japonica cake, he looked at the courtyard where Jiang Luoqing lived.

He could see the courtyard clearly here, Jiang Luoqing didn't know that he lived here.

The lights on the second floor had been turned off. He looked at it for a while, then turned around and went back to the room to rest.

Jiang Luoqing practiced for another two days, and when she was out wandering, she ran into Qi Jiao, and was reminded that she was leaving soon.

He said, "Are you leaving now? Be careful on the road." After that, he found Qi Jiao was looking at him the whole time.

Qi Jiao looked at him silently, and after he looked away, she reminded with a slightly sad expression, "You said you wanted to take me around Kyoto."

Jiang Luoqing froze for a moment. Although this was the border of Kyoto, he was afraid of running into acquaintances, so except for Sophora Huai, he never went out of the house.

But he did tell Qi Jiao that. When he turned around, he saw Qi Jiao standing there looking at him, her eyes were shining, looking at him cautiously.

Jiang Luoqing was silent for a while, then curled the corner of her mouth and said, "Okay, how about I take you shopping tomorrow?"

Qi Jiao didn't pick a day or two, she just smiled and turned to leave.

Jiang Luoqing was left alone, with a slightly troubled expression on his face.

After struggling for a while, he walked to the yard where he was currently living, and it was time for dinner.

After eating his stomach full, Jiang Luoqing figured it out. This is the border of Kyoto, and it takes luck to run into those rich kids in the center of Kyoto, so what if they do.

He's not that impostor...

Jiang Luoqing thought wildly for a while, then took the sword and went to the yard to fight the sword. At first, he thought a lot, thinking about the recent troubles, thinking about his family, his brothers and sisters, and unconsciously using his internal strength to release his sword energy.

Later, he gradually sank into the sword art, and the sword energy released was taken back again.

But even if it was retracted, it still left a lot of damage around.

For example, broken wooden benches, stone pillars with traces, and lanterns with broken wires, there are many, many.

Daimu stood beside her, staring at Jiang Luoqing Wujian with sparkling eyes, those lifeless and respectful eyes glowed for the first time.

Jiang Luoqing held the sword back and was already sweating all over. He let out a breath, put the sword away and turned his head to meet a pair of bright eyes.

Daimu looked at him, restrained his excitement and admiration and said, "My lord, are you tired? The hot water is ready, some snacks are ready, the clean clothes are ready, and the books are ready. I don't know what kind of food you will use next." ?”

Jiang Luoqing's steps towards the yard paused, and he looked back at Daimu. This usually very quiet person is now like a little milk dog who has seen the most delicious bones. If he has a tail, then The tail on the back is almost broken.