Chapter 35, Qingmu Pavilion "I can not understand what you say."
Ji Caiyan looked at Jiang Zhaodi blankly.
There are all fucking spies around. Does Jiang Zhaodi have no brains?
He is worthy of being the one who binds the system.
The loopholes in the dog system were all in Changjiang Zhaodi's head.
"I know, you know what I'm talking about."
"But what I want to say is that you can trust me completely and I can help you with anything."
Jiang Zhaodi pulled out a fairly gentle smile. She didn't often smile like this, and her smile was a little rugged.
"Oh, but I don't have anything I need your help with right now. Goodbye!"
Ji Caiyan waved his hand expressionlessly and closed the door directly.
I will never admit that I have traveled through time.
"After all, I'm from that place, and I definitely know more than these stupid ancient people. I can definitely help you. If you have any questions, just ask!"
Jiang Zhaodi opened the door and talked to Ji Caiyan inside.
As gentle as the smile on his face was, he felt angry in his heart.
If it weren't for her luck points, she would never waste another word.
"Who?"
Ji Shuchen took a needle and thread and squinted his wife's coarse socks with squinted eyes.
Like an old sister-in-law, she rubbed a pin in the middle of her hair.
"Jiang Zhaodi, a person with ulterior motives."
Ji Caiyan said.
"Oh."
Ji Shuchen mended the socks and said again,
"You can take care of the affairs of the workshop yourself. After lunch, I'll go find Li Zheng to buy a few acres of land and grow some food."
Since you have been demoted here, you must look like you have been demoted.
If those stupid royal brothers in the capital want to see him farm, then just farm!
In addition to ordinary crops, of course we also need to plant a little space-produced food to see if the yield increases.
"If you really have nothing to do, I can help you dig through the mountains behind!"
Ji Caiyan said something too much.
Most of the large-scale projects in the space were completed by her father alone.
Each big fish pond and big orchard took her father several years of effort.
This made Ji Caiyan feel that her father had become a super farmer and could do anything.
"Fuck off!"
Ji Shuchen rolled his eyes at his daughter, stood up with the mended socks and walked towards the back room.
Halfway through, I got angry and turned back.
He gave Ji Caiyan a big bag on the back of his head.
Seeing his daughter grimacing in pain, he nodded with satisfaction, and then he and his wife got tired of each other.
Ji Caiyan:...
Show affection and become ugly quickly.
(The curse is only limited to men with the surname Ji.) Youzhou.
"Sir, a mysterious killer organization has taken over a mission."
A man in mysterious clothes was half-kneeling on the ground, respectfully saluting a handsome man.
"What mission?"
Song Wenqing's slender fingers held the pen and painted on a canvas.
Just drew an outline.
is the silhouette of a girl.
"Someone spent [-] gold to buy the life of Ji Caiyan, the legitimate daughter of the deposed prince."
The man in black clothes spoke cautiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous intention almost turned into reality and filled the entire room.
"Which organization, who assigned the task?"
Song Wenqing painted with his head down, his eyes as gentle as water, his hand holding the pen as steady as Mount Tai, and his ink strokes smooth without any ripples.
Even the voice was extremely indifferent.
There were big beads of sweat on the face of the man in Xuanyi, and he didn't dare to wipe it off, so he could only answer bravely,
"It is said to be the most mysterious Qingmu Pavilion killer organization in the world. This organization has never failed in its mission. As long as it accepts the mission, the person it wants to kill will definitely die."
"The person who sent the mission has not been found yet. There are no people from us within the Qingmu Pavilion organization, so we really can't place them in."
The man in Xuanyi didn't expect this mysterious organization to be so strict.
There was something that they couldn't find out.
The man in Xuanyi lowered his head, waiting for his master's master cares so much about Princess Ji Caiyan, and now she is being offered a reward by the leading killer organization. It is still unclear who issued the mission.
Even if the master kills him today, he has nothing to say.
Indeed it was their fault.
"Aoki Pavilion?"
The brush paused on the canvas for a moment, then quickly resumed sliding.
"Let this matter go and retreat!"
Song Wenqing didn't even look at the man in black clothes, and his voice was still cold.
The murderous aura in the whole room instantly dissipated.
"Yes."
The man in black clothes was surprised for a moment, but he quickly followed his master's instructions and retreated.
The master must have a reason for doing this.
house.
Song Wenqing finally drew the outline of a girl.
Song Wenqing gently touched the canvas with his hand, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.
"Caiyan, His Royal Highness is really good at playing, and he dares to take on any job!"
I don’t know who it is that fell into the ditch of His Royal Highness.
……
night.
Ji Caiyan opened her eyes suddenly, hugged Fat Hu and rushed to Ji Shuchen and Bai Zhixuan's house.
At the same time, Ji Shuchen and Bai Zhixuan also opened their eyes.
"Stay with your mother and don't go out."
With a serious look on his face, Ji Shuchen grabbed the shovel placed under the bed and rushed out.
Ji Caiyan didn't know why, but there was a shovel under the bed of her father, the queen, and her concubine.
"Caiyan, don't be afraid. It's okay. You can continue to sleep for a while."
Bai Zhixuan made room for Ji Caiyan, pushed Ji Caiyan into the bed, and threw Fat Hu at her feet.
His hands patted the quilt gently, his eyes soft.
There was no tension at all.
Just as Ji Caiyan was about to say something, she heard the sound of a shovel hitting something heavy outside.
"what?"
Ji Caiyan looked out the window in surprise.
Why did she always feel that what her father was hitting with the shovel was not the assassin, but the... spies who often squatted around her house? She clearly felt that a killer was approaching her home.
After a while.
The two groups seemed to be fighting.
It's pretty miserable.
It was crackling, and a lot of equipment was probably dropped.
Half of my fingers hit the window, passed through the window paper, and fell into the house.
Before Ji Caiyan had time to take a look, Bai Zhixuan threw her back outside.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep! Your father won't be back to rest today."
Bai Zhixuan still had a gentle smile on her face, patting the quilt gently.
The blood stained by half of the fingers on the hand had been wiped dry by the handkerchief and thrown aside.
When Ji Shuchen comes back tomorrow morning, he can wash it and use it again.
It is better to be relegated outside than to be in the East Palace, and it is better to be diligent and thrifty.
Bai Zhixuan was moved by her virtuous character.
He hummed a song softly in his mouth to coax the child to sleep.
Ji Caiyan:...
She is thirteen.
How could I be lulled to sleep by the songs I sang to sleep when I was a child?
What's more, people are still fighting and killing outside. No matter how heartless they are, they can't get in in a second... Zzzz ……
When I woke up, it was the next morning.
Ji Shuchen came in through the gate carrying a shovel, which was polished brightly.
The window paper has been restored to its original state, and there is no smell of blood in the yard.
Ask for a recommendation ticket.
(End of this chapter)