How dare the cannon fodder be arrogant

When Zhuang Qingyue returned to the main courtyard, the steward of the dental clinic had already brought several young boys and girls waiting in the courtyard.

Seeing Chang'an leading a delicate and noble young master walking towards this side, the manager's expression froze, and he immediately cheered up 12 points.

Even at an angle that no one could see, he secretly beat these children with his eyes.

Zhuang Qingyue stood still in the corridor, and someone behind him brought a soft chair and helped him to sit down.

The manager's face was full of smiles, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper in an instant.He bowed to Zhuang Qingyue and saluted, then turned around and stared at the children with a tiger's face, and said loudly:

"Everyone raise their heads, let the young master take a good look."

Zhuang Qingyue looked down at the children standing under the steps.

Judging by their stature, they are all about twelve or thirteen years old. Everyone is wearing half-worn but neat clothes, their hair is neatly combed, and their faces are clean.

It seems that the person in charge had cleaned it up in advance. After all, he was a servant in the palace. If it is dirty and hinders the nobleman's eyes, it will be a big problem.

Although the children who had been packed up and sent for him to choose looked neat and decent, their eyes were more or less numb.

Zhuang Qingyue originally thought that it was Xiao Lingfeng who deliberately placed people beside him, but she didn't expect that they could be seen through at a glance, so she lacked interest.

His eyes swept over casually, but his eyes suddenly froze.

One of the younger children caught his attention.The child had a round face, his chubby cheeks were a little red from the cold, and his big watery eyes were lively and cute.

He sniffed and looked at Zhuang Qingyue pitifully, looking out of tune with the older children who were obviously nervous and stiff and their limbs were stiff.

It doesn't look like someone who came to sell himself to work as a servant, but rather like a young master who got lost.

Zhuang Qingyue's interest was suddenly aroused.He turned his head to look at Chang'an, pointed at the child and said, "I'm quite pleasing to the eye."

Chang An looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that it was a rather cute but short turnip head, and his expression was a bit embarrassed for a while.

He whispered in Zhuang Qingyue's ear: "Master, this kid looks a little young, I'm afraid he's not good at serving people."

He glanced at Zhuang Qingyue's gentle expression, and boldly suggested: "Young master, if you don't see the ones you like, let's ask the manager to come over and take another look?"

The steward's ears are good, and he can hear the conversation between the two of them word for word.When Chang'an finished speaking, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute the two of them, nodded and bowed his head in apologetic smile and said, "My lord, hey, your lord has really good eyesight!"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the child in front of Zhuang Qingyue, and introduced to Zhuang Qingyue earnestly: "This child is pleasing to the eye, and he is clever, and he can make a fool of himself even if the nobles keep him! And he is young, just right Best time to teach manners!"

The child was staggered by him, obviously almost fell down, but he carried him back like a little chick.At this moment, there were tears in the aggrieved eyes.

Zhuang Qingyue found it interesting, so she wanted to keep him even more.So he turned his head to look at Chang'an, with bright expectation in his eyes.

Chang An persuaded him once, but he always remembered his identity as a servant, so it was not easy to stop him.Seeing that the child was indeed round and cute, he followed Zhuang Qingyue's wishes.

After the steward left, someone took the child to freshen up, changed him into a quilted jacket of the same style as in the palace, and then brought them back to Zhuang Qingyue.

"What's your name?" Zhuang Qingyue asked.

The child pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Chang An on the side frowned and was about to speak, but Zhuang Qingyue raised his hand to stop him.

"Forget it, if you enter the palace, it doesn't matter if you don't need your previous name." He tilted his head and glanced at Chang An, and suddenly smiled, "Then you can be called Xi Le."

He said: "Chang'an is joyful, which has a good meaning."

Hearing what Zhuang Qingyue said, Changan thought the name Pinpin had a good meaning.

Their Jingbei army is firmly guarding the northwest, isn't it just for the joy of Chang'an for the people in the pass?

Seeing the child standing still for a long time, Chang An asked him something: "Why don't you hurry up and thank you son for giving me the name?"

Xi Le blinked her wet eyes, followed the example of other people's luggage and waved a salute, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, sir, for giving me your name."

This sentence was stumbling, and if you distinguish it carefully, you can still hear his trembling, out-of-key ending.

Changan thought he was nervous, and patted his head tolerantly to comfort him.

On the same day, Xi Le was left behind, and Chang An took her to learn to serve Zhuang Qingyue by her side.

In the evening, the sky had completely darkened, and lanterns and candles were lit in the palace.

Xiao Lingfeng was not there, and Zhuang Qingyue was embarrassed to really live in his bedroom, so she greeted Chang'an and happily left the main courtyard.

Chang'an was holding an umbrella, and Xile was carrying a small lantern. The three of them creaked and creaked on the snow and went to Zhuang Yizhi's yard.

Although Zhuang Yizhi lived in a side courtyard that had just been cleaned up urgently yesterday, it was already very livable—in the sense of Jingbei Prince's Mansion, it was livable with a bed and quilt without leaking wind and snow.

The dinner was served in Zhuang Yizhi's room, and Chang'an retreated to wait outside the room with joy as usual, and did not disturb the father and son's meal.

"Uncle Zhuang."

Zhuang Qingyue glanced outside the door to make sure that Chang'an Xile would not hear her, then lowered her voice and asked, "How is it, is there anyone contacting you?"

Zhuang Yizhi nodded and put down his chopsticks, took out a piece of tissue paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Agumu's people have already sneaked into the Jingbei Army. He said that he offended the young master two days ago, so he took the task and went there himself." Zhuang Yizhi said, "But they have just been recruited, and they have to finish training from the Yanshan school. Only then can we have the opportunity to rotate to the resident camp."

Unexpected.

Zhuang Qingyue nodded, feeling a little regretful that she didn't put more people in the Jingbei Army earlier, so that if she wanted to make a move now, she had to start from scratch.

Zhuang Yizhi continued: "General Pang has been dormant in the Jingbei Army for six years, and he must not be exposed unless it is absolutely necessary. I have told Agumu not to act rashly."

"Okay, I got it." Zhuang Qingyue filled a bowl of soup with her own hands and handed it to him, "Thank you, Uncle Zhuang."

Zhuang Yizhi stood up and took it with both hands in trepidation: "Master, you are serious, this is the job of your subordinates."

After talking about Agumu, Zhuang Yizhi hesitated for a while, and finally asked out his doubts: "My lord, where did you find that child Xile?"

"How is it? Do you think so?" Zhuang Qingyue tilted her head and smiled, "Xiao Lingfeng said to find me another servant to serve, and the dental office steward sent him here."

Zhuang Yizhi frowned: "Have you tested it? Could it be Xiao Lingfeng's trap?"

"There is a [-]% chance that it's purely a coincidence."

Zhuang Qingyue's smile widened a bit: "I've tried it out. He can speak Chinese, but he can't speak it very well and has an accent. There is a scar on the back of the shoulder, which should be left after the totem was burned and washed away."

Hearing Zhuang Qingyue's determination, Zhuang Yizhi's tense expression relaxed.

He looked in the direction outside the door, and said with emotion: "A little doll that I picked up at random turned out to be a prince of a foreign race living in the Dajing Dynasty. What kind of luck did you get, my lord!"

After dinner, Zhuang Qingyue stayed in his "father's" yard.

The father and son chatted on the porch while enjoying the snow while enjoying the fire.Chang An moved a small stove from nowhere, and warmed the wine for the two of them beside him. Xi Le squatted beside him, her eyes full of curiosity.

Zhuang Yizhi glanced at Chang'an beside him, and suddenly asked: "I heard that the prince is out of the house? It's snowing so hard, and the prince braved the snow to enter the mountain, which is really righteous!"

Chang'an stopped his movements, looked at the growing snowstorm outside, and said with a frowning face, "Oh! When did the prince not take the lead, he is going to be a hero, and the little ones who are slaves, have to suffer every day. Worrying about his safety!"

Although the words were complaints, what was revealed in the words was full of close admiration for Xiao Lingfeng.

Speaking of this, Chang An suddenly became happy again: "But our prince is brave and invincible, there is nothing we can't do!"

He said cheerfully: "Our prince is the god of war!"

However, what Chang'an didn't know was that the God of War he was talking about was facing a very difficult situation at the moment.