After I retired, I became Shadow Guard's little wife

Seeing that no one made a sound, Qiao Mo thought he didn't hear, so he put down the sink and asked again: "What is the master looking for?"

Xuan Jing was really frightened by him, obviously he didn't do anything bad, but he was shocked when he was called out suddenly, as if he was really doing something bad.

"Cough..., it's nothing." Xuan Jing changed the subject and said, "Wake up so early?"

"Yes, this subordinate wants to go to the city today to buy some vegetables, fruits, rice noodles."

Xuan Jing understood that they came in a hurry and didn't bring anyone with them. Naturally, they were short of food and clothing, so he nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the palace on the way, and take the small mahogany box on the eight-treasure shelf in my study. Bring it back."

Qiao Mo knew that the box contained the prince's seal and some small gadgets that the master put in from time to time, which was very important to the master.

"This subordinate will definitely take care of it." Qiao Mo replied seriously.

Seeing that he had successfully changed the subject, Xuan Jing breathed a sigh of relief. What he thought in his heart was that there were some ointments in the box that he had asked people to find before. Yes, they were used when doing that. People, although the process is slow, it is better to prepare first.

It would be good if I didn't lose the rein when I got on the horse with the gun.

Xuan Jing's mind was full of thoughts, and he ignored that he was still a thousand miles away from that step, and the person in front of him was still a fool.

Just like yesterday, Qiao Mo took his seat much faster this time, which made Xuan Jing very relieved. Qiao Mo returned to the capital after the two finished their meal.

Nanshan was right next to the capital city, so he rode a horse and thought he could come back at noon.

Xuan Jing has nothing to do, he is going to play with the little black baby next door.

Little Heiwa was locked in the room and was writing silently. His mother said, ten big characters, and he was not allowed to go out until he finished writing.

Zhou Xiaobao took a stack of paper and wrote crookedly with a brush, and in a short while he turned into a bastard. He followed the illustrations in the words book he bought before, and blackened the bastard's back stroke by stroke.

When Aunt Zhou came in, she saw ten big bastards, each bigger than the other, which made her dizzy, and she just wanted to beat Zhou Xiaobao into a big bastard with a stick.

Still thinking in his heart, he is just like his father who is a bastard, a very jerk.

"I asked you to write big characters, and you draw bastards for me here?" Aunt Zhou slapped Zhou Xiaobao on the forehead, hating iron for not being steel.

Zhou Xiaobao just smirked, picked up the first big character that he wrote honestly, and handed it to Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou looked at the ghostly talisman-like thing, couldn't help but knocked him on the head again, suppressing her anger and said: "Go away and play."

Zhou Xiaobao cheered, took the cricket pot on the table and went out.

"Come back at dinner time." Aunt Zhou shouted through the window.

Zhou Xiaobao replied: "Got it, mother."

The door of Xuan Jing's house was wide open, Zhou Xiaobao opened the door to look inside, not daring to go in directly.

Just as Xuan Jing was about to go out, he saw his little hands clasped on the side of the door at a glance, and a pair of big eyes blinking and blinking, were they looking at him?

Xuan Jing waved.

Zhou Xiaobao looked behind him, and sure he was calling him, he hopped over to Xuan Jing's side.

"Uncle." Zhou Xiaobao raised his head and smiled.

I didn't look at it carefully yesterday, but I looked at it again today. Except for the black spots, the child's eyebrows and eyes are actually somewhat similar to him.

It's probably how kids grow up, there's always a place that looks like everyone you've ever met.

Xuan Jing moved a chair and sat down, took Zhou Xiaobao between his legs, and pulled his ears, making Zhou Xiaobao grin his teeth, wanted to run but was caught by Xuan Jing, and had to be honestly played by Xuan Jing.

"Let go." Zhou Xiaobao broke Xuan Jing's leg with both hands, and when he saw that he couldn't move it, he squeezed Xuan Jing's hand again, trying to save his ear from this evil claw.

"Ah..., if you drag me again, I'll tell my mother to go." Zhou Xiaobao shouted while tugging.

But his voice was crisp and childish, it was really not intimidating, but it made Xuan Jing laugh.

"Don't move, let uncle take a look and let you go."

Xuan Jing didn't wait for his reaction after finishing speaking, and then directly pushed his head to the side, leaving aside the broken hair next to his ear, where there was a small red mole.

Xuan Jing touched it, and the little guy in his arms trembled unconsciously, then giggled: "Don't, don't touch it, it's itchy."

Xuan Jing felt so relaxed, he let go of him and teased him: "It's so itchy."

"Itchy." Zhou Xiaobao nodded vigorously: "My mother said, don't touch this place."

"What will happen if you touch it?" Xuan Jing asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Hmm..." Zhou Xiaobao scratched his head, he didn't know, his mother only said that he couldn't be touched behind his ears by others, but he didn't say what would happen if he touched it, he thought for a while and replied: "If you touch my mother, she will beat you. "

Xuan Jing: ...

Knowing what he wanted to know, Xuan Jing was not in a hurry to let go of Zhou Xiaobao, so he teased him: "How old is it?"

Zhou Xiaobao spread out one hand, and stretched five chubby fingers.

"Five years old?" Xuan Jing held his little hand, and said with disgust, "Your fingers are so short, can you read?"

Zhou Xiaobao shook his head, then nodded again.

Xuanjing asked him what this meant.

Zhou Xiaobao took out the paper bag containing maltose in his pocket, stuffed the maltose into his mouth, and handed the paper to Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing looked at the ghost-drawing talisman on it and twitched his mouth: "You wrote it?"

Zhou Xiaobao nodded. He could write, but he didn't know what it meant. His mother asked him to copy the words from the book.

Xuan Jing put the piece of paper on the small table next to him, afraid that if he looked at it again, he would not be able to help but beat the child.

Royal children should enter the study room when they are five years old. Poems, books, etiquette, riding and shooting must be arranged. This child is also five years old. No matter how he writes the word Zhou, he will write like a ****. If he is not well-informed Guang, [-]% will think that it is a painting.

Xuan Jing shook his little head, and asked, "Shall I teach you how to read in the future?"

Zhou Xiaobao looked at him without speaking, his big eyes were full of confusion.

Xuan Jing put it another way: "I just draw with you."

"Okay." Zhou Xiaobao nodded indifferently. Someone accompanied him to draw, so his mother probably won't be so angry next time.

"Uncle," Zhou Xiaobao suddenly called out, "You look good."

Xuan Jing thought that the little black boy had good eyesight, so he replied: "Yes, I am good-looking."

It's a pity that Qiao Mo is as blind as he doesn't know how to appreciate his beauty.

"Be my father." Zhou Xiaobao suddenly said something surprising.

Xuanjing was so frightened that he lost all hope in his heart, thinking who is going to be your father?

"No." Xuan Jing asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think so?"

Zhou Xiaobao is often scolded, Xuan Jing can't scare him, he is just a little disappointed: "They all have fathers, but I don't have one. I also want a father."

"Then what will you do after you have a father?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Xiaobao thought for a while, and said, "Let father beg mother not to pull my ears."

Xuan Jing: ...

Fortunately, he thought that a single-parent child without a father was being bullied and wanted to find a father for him to go out with.

He underestimated him, Zhou Xiaobao.

"Don't make your mother angry, and your mother won't pull your ears." Xuan Jing sighed: "Otherwise, even if you have a father, your mother will still pull your ears."

Zhou Xiaobao lowered his head, and after a while he said sullenly, "Okay."

"But..." Xuan Jing deliberately elongated his voice to coax him: "If someone bullies you in the future, you can come to me, and uncle will help you vent your anger."

"Okay. Zhou Xiaobao nodded, looking very disappointed.

Xuan Jing can't do anything about it, he can't really be a father for nothing, let alone others, Zhou Xiaobao really can't.

Can't, dare not.

After thinking about it, Xuan Jing changed the topic and brought Zhou Xiaobao into the study to write.

Zhou Xiaobao was mischievous and energetic, but within half an hour he was so angry that Xuan Jing wanted to beat someone, and was punished by Xuan Jing for copying big characters.

Zhou Xiaobao muttered how he was always asked to copy big characters just like his mother, and then obediently wrote big characters under Xuan Jing's unkind eyes.

Although he is mischievous, he still winks, but he can't make this uncle anxious, otherwise he should not be allowed to come and play with the little brown donkey in the backyard in the future.

Xuan Jing took advantage of Zhou Xiaobao's honesty to come out to get some air, and looked at the sky. The sun was just right, and it was very dazzling when he looked up. It was almost noon, and Qiao Mo should be back soon.

Just as Xuan Jing was about to take a look at the gate, he saw Qiao Mo coming down from his horse. His movements were crisp and neat. There was a little sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose. When the sun hit him, the tip of his nose seemed to be transparent. How could Xuan Jing see it? satisfy.

On the contrary, Qiao Mo was a little stunned. As soon as he got off the horse, he saw the master came out, and the master was still smiling at him.

The master was still looking at him.

Could it be that the master came to welcome him?

This is too unruly, Qiao Mo thought, maybe the master was hungry, so he went to the door to see if he came back.

Or the latter is more likely.

Qiao Mo was carrying rice noodles and vegetables and fruits just off the horse in his hand. He was about to salute Xuan Jing when he felt his right hand was empty.

The master took the pastry box in his hand.

"Xuanweiju's Hibiscus Cake?" Xuan Jing asked with a smile. He forgot to ask to bring some yesterday, but Qiao Mo still bought it.

Seeing the master was quite happy, Qiao Mo also showed a little smile: "As long as the master likes it."

"I like it." Xuan Jingjing nodded, took the reins, and asked casually, "Why are you coming back late?"

In fact, Qiao Mo came back not too late, Xuan Jing deliberately lured him to talk, and wanted him to take the initiative to tell him what happened on the road.

After all, Xuan Jing can't always let him lead the conversation between the two of them, and he has to teach Xiao Mu how to chat with others.

Who knew that Qiao Mo was really silent for a moment.

Xuan Jing was a little surprised, is there really something else?

Qiao Mo was only silent for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, even though he didn't like that woman.

"Returning to the master, I met Miss Sun from Prime Minister Han's family in Xuanweiju."

Xuan Jing also had a headache when he thought of that girl, and he blamed his elder brother, who didn't know his own affairs clearly, and even tossed him up.

"Did she make things difficult for you?" Xuan Jing asked.

Qiao Mo replied flatly: "No, but Miss Han said that she would come to find you in person."

Xuan Jing:? ? ?

"At this moment, the Han family's carriage is probably about to enter the village." Qiao Mo added.

Xuan Jing: ...

"Master," Qiao Mo asked hesitantly, "Miss Han said that you have always been in disarray and abandoned, and she wants to seek an explanation from you."

Xuan Jing used the greatest strength in his life to drag Qiao Mo in from the outside. The door was closed with a bang, and the war horse outside the door howled and went to the corner to graze.

Xuan Jing gritted his teeth angrily and said, "No one is allowed to open the door later!"

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