glacier dream

After a while, a handsome little maid came in from the door and sweetly called Young Madam.

Qin Binghe nodded, and let the little maid dress herself up.No matter how much she looks like a woman, she is not.She is still young, her physical signs have not yet appeared, and her Adam's apple and body hair have not grown yet.If things go on like this, it will be exposed, and the young master will probably peel his own skin by then.

Talk too much and make mistakes, let's just be a young lady who talks less.

"Young madam, would you like to see this double cloud bun?"

"It's okay."

"Then today, the young lady wants to wear a hairpin or Bu Yao?"

"You can."

"Young madam, do you like rose-flavored powder or laurel?"

"..."

Losing his temper, Qin Binghe had no choice but to ask: "What's your name?"

"Slaves, what are your orders, Young Madam?"

"I don't have any preference for hair buns. You can look at it every day. Not too thick, not too light, not too eye-catching, just like you usually do, understand?"

"...The servant understands."

After finishing dressing up with difficulty, Qin Binghe was already dizzy from hunger, and was supported by Guo Zi to the hall, only to find that Qin Zhong was still waiting for him, and immediately stepped forward.

Qin Zhong put down his book and looked at Qin Binghe.Since I was a child, I was told by a fortune teller that if a boy looks like a girl, it will be a disaster.I thought it was a fortune teller talking nonsense and trying to cheat some money, but who knew it was true.

After the leg disease, the two of the family took Qin Zhong to move around to find famous doctors.Afterwards, when he reached the crown, his face seemed to grow a little longer, which was still very different from that of a woman.

Probably because Binghe is still young, there is nothing wrong with wearing women's clothes.

Seeing that the man started to swallow saliva from hunger, Qin Zhong smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and told the servants who were waiting on him to let Qin Binghe not have too many scruples.

"Shi'an, you can eat too." With a pile of food wrapped in his mouth, he did not forget to speak.

Qin Zhong nodded, took a bowl of porridge and ate it slowly.

Seeing this, Qin Binghe didn't dare to be too presumptuous. He imitated the man's movements and continued to eat with a gentle manner.

Although it is a rich family, it is not as rich and rich as the Lu family.It's just breakfast, mostly pastries, porridge, water and pickles.

Of course, Qin Binghe, who had never seen anything in the world, naturally didn't know that the plate of shredded coconut pastry was more than half the price of fish.

After eating and drinking, Qin Binghe looked at Qin Zhong as if asking him what to do next. He had never been served by others, so he really didn't know what to do to pass the time.

Qin Zhong also put down his chopsticks and said, "Can Binghe push me back to the study?"

How dare you say it's not good, nodded obediently and followed his instructions and pushed towards the study.

Qin Yan was a little surprised to see the young lady pushing the wheelchair herself, even more surprised to see the young master letting the young lady push the wheelchair, and was so surprised to see the messy tables in the hall that he was speechless.

Why did the young master eat so much today?

Isn't a bowl of porridge usually enough to fill your stomach?

I'm afraid it wasn't because I worked too hard last night...

Thinking of this, Qin Yan blushed, coughed lightly, and called the servants to clean up the tables and chairs.

"If Binghe is bored, just read some books by yourself, don't worry about me." After Qin Zhong said, he went to the desk and began to read some letters, sometimes sketching, not knowing what he was doing.

Qin Binghe was illiterate, so he read a book and put it down bored.He knew him by word, but he didn't know the word. After searching the whole article, he couldn't find the only three characters Lu Binghua he knew.

After reading the letter, Qin Zhong looked up at his fake wife, probably illiterate, and was so bored that he started to embroider on his clothes.

Qin Zhong pushed the wheelchair over by himself, and said: "I didn't think carefully. I think I have read these articles at home in Binghe, right? Reading it again is really boring."

If someone gives you a step, of course you have to go down.Qin Binghe nodded obediently, not feeling at all that the book in his hand had been turned upside down.

"Then what does Binghe do in his spare time?"

Take a nap, tease the little maid, and steal the erotic pictures of the master.

How can this be said? ? ?

"The weather is nice today, why don't I show you around the yard?"

"it is good."

Finally he spoke up.

Qin Binghe pushed the man towards the garden, remembering the way.There are no thresholds and steps in the Qin Mansion, which saves a lot of energy. When crossing the small bridge, there are many small fishes with bright colors in the small pond below.

"There are more fish in the south of the Yangtze River. It's not easy to raise in the northwest. Do you like it?"

"like."

In fact, what Qin Binghe wanted to ask more was whether he could eat it.

It's almost summer, and the flowers in the garden are blooming beautifully.There is also a huge banyan tree in the middle of the road. From the bottom, you can only see the hanging roots, and you can't even see the top of the tree. It looks like an oiled paper umbrella, which is very gratifying.

"This tree is really big." Qin Binghe said unconsciously.

Qin Zhong also nodded and said: "This tree is older than the history of Yuancheng. Our Qin Mansion is built on the root of this banyan tree. I will send someone here to make a swing for you in a while. You can come here when you get bored." Sit down, okay?"

"Ok!"

Qin Binghe gradually relaxed, thinking that this young master is really kind, and he didn't feel that he had already been exposed.

There is a stone table under the banyan tree. It probably rained last night, and some leaves were scattered on the table.Just as Qin Binghe was about to wipe the leaves with his hands, he stopped when he saw some maids passing by, and only stretched out his hand to sweep the leaves under the table after they left.

There was a thing carved on top of the stone table, densely packed with grids, Qin Binghe didn't understand, and asked: "Shi'an, what is this?"

"checkerboard."

"Chessboard?" Qin Binghe had heard about chessboards from Mr. Storyteller before. After all, he was a rich lady, so he didn't know what kind of joke it was, right?

Qin Zhong smiled and said: "This is not a common game, it's just a game to pass the time. If Binghe wants to learn, I can teach you."

"You can?"

"Of course." Qin Zhong called the passing maid and said, "Ask Qin Yan to bring my ink jade chess piece, and also send some refreshments from the kitchen."