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

"Okay." Qiao Mo seemed to be a wooden man, giving instructions one step at a time, and doing whatever Xuan Jing asked him to do, and his movements were a little like hands and feet.

Xuan Jing was surprised at first, worried that he might have pretended, but then he realized that his eyes had been wandering on his hands all the time.

It turned out that I was afraid of being touched.

Xuan Jing knows that shadow guards are usually very taboo to be touched by others, their living environment and way of growing up are destined not to allow them to be like ordinary people, every touch of them may hide a murderous intent.

Xuan Jing had also seen Qiao Mo's appearance in the Shadow Guard camp, cold, ruthless, and unkind.

Although it is a bit dull now, it is considered human after all, rather than a well-trained killing tool.

Xuan Jing drank a cup of tea and ate a few pieces of snacks in Qiao Mo's hand. After eating and drinking, he reluctantly let go of his hand, and almost at the moment he let go, Qiao Mo immediately knelt down and saluted: "Master, first!" Take a rest and go down and tidy up the rest of the house."

Almost like running away.

It seems that his plan is not without any progress, Xuan Jing thought.

Qiao Mo didn't know what he was hiding. He just instinctively wanted to stay away from his master. When the master pulled his wrist just now, he obviously didn't use any force, but he felt that the force was so strong that he couldn't pull it apart no matter how hard he pulled. Kind of, it seems to be holding his hand, and it seems to be holding his heart.

The master told him tearfully that he was wronged, and he didn't know what to do. He just wanted to give the master all the good things in the world.

Qiao Mo's mood calmed down very quickly. In fact, as long as Xuan Jing was not around him, he could calm down very quickly. He shook a bucket of water from the well in the yard and boiled some bath water for Xuan Jing before cleaning up the house. .

The town does not pay attention to the rules and ways of those big families, and the house that Xuan Jing bought is just an ordinary second-entry house. Xuan Jing has just rested in the main house in the front yard. Afraid of disturbing Xuan Jing's rest, Qiao Mo went first Went to the backyard to clean up.

The master is not yet married, so there should be no one moving in this backyard for the time being, but Qiao Mo still cleans it very carefully. This is the master's house, and he is also the master's subordinate. He should take good care of the master's plants and trees.

By the time everything was cleaned, the sky had already darkened, and a large cloud of fire hung in the sky, dyed with layers of passionate red. Qiao Mo threw the last bundle of weeds behind the house, and raised his hand to wipe his forehead Khan, inadvertently glanced at the sky, that is, he couldn't see the vastness in the high walls of the palace.

Qiao Mo randomly found a room that was a little bit out of the way, and put his little bundle in it. Inside the bundle were two sets of clothes he often wore, some wound medicine, a jade pendant rewarded by his master, and a handle from his master that he quietly left behind. Small bamboo fan.

He picked up that small bamboo fan on the road, maybe the owner didn't want it, but that day he secretly hid the fan like a ghost, without telling the owner or asking if it was something the owner didn't want.

Qiao Mo took out his own clothes from the bag and threw them on the bed, packed the rest and put them back. He was all dirty and needed to take a shower and change.

This is not a palace, and there is no shared bathroom for servants, so Qiao Mo fetched a few buckets of water, washed himself casually, changed his clothes and went to cook.

He can make some simple meals, but I don't know if it suits the owner's taste, if it doesn't suit his taste, he will go back to the palace and ask someone to make some and bring them back.

It was only when he entered the kitchen that he realized that he had no ingredients...

Although it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, he didn't want to make excuses for himself. No matter what the reason was, it was his fault that he didn't prepare a meal for his master.

It must be too late to buy now, Qiao Mo thought about it, and went back to his room to take a piece of silver.

When she heard the door knock for the second time, Aunt Zhou grabbed Xiaobao who was about to sneak out again with sharp eyesight and quick hands: "You just wait for me, you are not allowed to go out again today."

"Mother..." Xiaobao pouted: "You are afraid that I will go to the next door, but I want to play with that beautiful donkey. That donkey is stronger than any other in our town."

A blue vein twitched on Aunt Zhou's forehead: "Didn't I tell you, the young master said, it's a horse! Don't go out and embarrass yourself."

Aunt Zhou told Xiao Bao, who was always running outside, to open the door: "It's you, what's the matter?"

Aunt Zhou was not that kind of shy woman. Even though she had wronged someone just now, she thought she had sincerely apologized, and she was very calm at this moment, but Qiao Mo was a little uncomfortable.

It was his first time borrowing something, so he was a little nervous.

Holding an ingot of silver with his slender fingers, he handed it over first, but his voice was a little low: "I want to buy some rice and noodle ingredients from you."

Aunt Zhou looked at the five taels of silver and choked for a moment: "My family doesn't have so much. If you want to wholesale, you have to go to the rice shop in the capital, but do you want us to open a grain store in the town?"

Just kidding, rice is always a bag of money, and you need to buy it for five taels of silver. Their house is not a grain shop, so how can they have so much.

Qiao Mo felt that the woman might have misunderstood something, so he took out another ingot of silver from his bosom, and handed the two ingots together: "Not too many, just enough for a meal."

Only then did Sister Zhou understand, and she couldn't help sighing that it was indeed a wealthy family, so she confiscated Qiao Mo's money, and instead opened the door: "You gave too much money, and they all belong to the villagers. You just moved here and have no rice noodles I'll give you some, no money."

Seeing that Qiao Mo insisted on giving it, Aunt Zhou put on a straight face on purpose instead: "Master, I didn't mean you, you are looking down on us country people, how many rice can be used for a meal, it is worth giving money ? We are all neighbors, and it’s okay to come to my house for dinner if we have nothing to do. If you give money, you will look down on people.”

"That's right, Uncle, lend me your donkey for fun." Xiao Bao squeezed out of his mother's arms, revealing a small head with two braids.

"What's the matter with you?" Mrs. Zhou pushed the man back, and hated the iron and said: "Did I tell you, he is a horse!"

Xiaobao stuck out his tongue at his mother, and quietly glanced at Qiao Mo.

It was the first time for Qiao Mo to accept such enthusiasm, so he was very uncomfortable. For the first time, he knew that someone could feed him without paying a price.

He was so kind, he not only brought back a bag of rice and some fruits and vegetables grown by Mrs. Zhou, but also led a naughty little fur boy.

When I entered my house and saw the yard that had just been cleaned, I woke up and felt a little regretful.

This is the owner's house, and he brought a kid back without the owner's permission...

But the rice, noodles, fruits and vegetables in his arms were still in his hands. Qiao Mo thought for a while, and squatted down: "I'll cook, and you can play with the horses in the backyard, don't run around."

The little fur boy nodded, holding a piece of malt candy in his hand and handing it to Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo paused, but still didn't answer. He just patted the little fur boy's head and said, "Go."

The little hairy boy turned around and ran to the backyard. Qiao Mo went into the kitchen with the rice noodles he had just borrowed, washed the rice, cut the vegetables and started cooking.

Aunt Zhou gave a lot of fruits and vegetables, but none of the meat. After thinking about it, Qiao Mo went back to the carriage and took some salted plums, thinking that he would at least give the master an appetizer.

Xiao Bao was feeding the horse with a handful of grass, and when he saw Qiao Mo approaching, he rushed over: "Uncle, this donkey looks good, much better than the little black donkey at the village head's house."

Qiao Mo heard his mother correct him that it was a horse. I don't know why the little boy still insisted that it was a donkey, but thinking that the child might not be smart enough, Qiao Mo didn't force him to correct it. Just a "huh".

Xiaobao was very happy to be recognized, so he took another handful of grass and wanted to stuff it into the horse's mouth, but was stopped by Qiao Mo: "You don't need to feed so much."

Looking at Qiao Mo's face, Xiao Bao was very obedient once, sitting on the ground with his head down and playing with ants.

Qiao Mo wanted to explain that he had fed the horse today, but the little boy didn't ask. He paused, turned around and went back to the kitchen without saying anything.

After the food was ready, he quietly went back to the main house, unexpectedly, the master was already awake, struggling with his robes.

"Master, forgive me, the subordinate came down late." Qiao Mo took the initiative to take Xuan Jing's clothes and served him.

Seeing him coming in, Xuan Jing also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, these clothes are really difficult to wear. I have been looking for a long time and I don't know how to fasten these straps."

Qiao Mo usually helped Xuan Jing put on his clothes, so his hands and feet were extremely nimble. Although he was not as appropriate as the maids in the palace, he was still careful, and he put on the clothes in a short while.

After putting on his clothes, Qiao Mo took a step back and bowed to ask for instructions: "Master, the dinner is ready, master, do you want it now?"

"Ah."

But after a while, Qiao Mo brought over the rice and several dishes, and after setting them all up, he offered the chopsticks to Xuan Jing with both hands.

Xuan Jing took the chopsticks, but frowned.

Qiao Mo's heart was tense at the time, and he quickly knelt down to plead guilty: "Master, but you don't like these meals? Master first use some plums, and this subordinate will go to Guangweiju to buy some."

"That's not what it means," Xuan Jing shook his head, trying to pull him up from the ground, but he didn't: "Why is there only one pair of bowls and chopsticks?"

Not alone?Does the master have friends coming over?Qiao Mo felt even more guilty: "It's the subordinate's fault, but the master still has friends visiting? This subordinate will prepare another set of bowls and chopsticks."

After he finished speaking, he hurried to the kitchen, and Xuan Jing didn't even have a chance to spit out the "no".

When someone came in again, Xuan Jing hurriedly stopped him before he knelt down: "I said no, you are not allowed to kneel."

Qiao Mo pursed her lips. The master said that they concealed their identities on this trip to cultivate themselves, and they should not kneel down in front of others and reveal their identities.

But now, now there are no outsiders...

But the master's face was not good, Qiao Mo didn't dare to remind that there were no outsiders, but just lowered his head.

Seeing that he didn't insist on kneeling again, Xuan Jing felt much better, and completed what he hadn't said just now: "No friends want to come, I'm talking about you, just prepare a pair of bowls and chopsticks, don't you need to eat?" ?”

"Subordinates serve the master before eating."

"No, I want you to eat now," Xuan Jing said arrogantly, "I want you to eat with me."