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Qinghe sent the ox cart back to the small courtyard on the mountain. Mo Fangzheng was standing with his eyes closed, leaning on the wall in pain.

"What's wrong?" Qinghe threw away his things and ran over quickly.

"It's okay... the general squatted in the latrine for a while, and then got up."

Mo Fang opened his eyes and waved at Qinghe.

"I thought you were possessed."

"Your master, why is it so easy for me... Hey? How did you come back so soon?"

"I'll be right back after sending it to the gate of the mansion." Qinghe leaned over to pick up the things on the ground, "but..."

"Huh? What's wrong with a little girl throwing flowers and fruits at you?"

Qing He rolled his eyes at Mo Fang.

"Meet a thief."

"Missing the purse?"

"It's back."

"It's fine if you grab it back, your master, when I was young, the little thief didn't dare to get close to me, and when I stood there, I was so aggressive..."

"From there, he was followed to the city gate."

Mo Fang frowned when he heard this: "What kind of person?"

"Younger than you," Qinghe looked at his master. "He has a beard and is a head shorter than you, and the rest is far away so I can't see clearly. But looking at his figure, he should be a trainer, with short feet. Very brisk."

"...Whiskers?" Mo Xiang rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "There are more beards, and there are many people who are shorter than me."

Mo Fang suddenly thought of something and was startled, took a few steps forward and held Qinghe's forearm tightly.

"Can you see if there is a big mole between that person's eyebrows?!"

Qinghe was taken aback by Mo Fang, "It's far away from there, let alone one, eight are enough for me to see."

Mo Fang felt that he was too nervous, so he let go of Qinghe's hand, stroked his beard and grinned.

"Hey, next time you meet someone with a beard and a Bodhisattva face, don't say anything, just run! Run as far as you can!"

"Why?"

"Master owed someone 500 taels of gold and didn't pay it back."

"..."

The Qinghe boy didn't know at the moment, he just thought that his master must be talking some sloppy words again, just like every year on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, his master would hold a jug and drink like mud, and instead of going anywhere, he would just sit by the mountain gate and talk. They also have to yell "Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister", "I'm the number one in the world", "I'm late", "What kind of a dog is Zhang Laoba!" and so on.Qing He felt so ashamed, and wanted to find a sign to tie him up, and the sign had to say "My family is unlucky, I hope kind people will take him in" before throwing it on the road.When he woke up the next day and asked him who Cheng Laoba was, Mo Fang laughed and said that someone robbed him of 500 taels of gold and ran away.

Qinghe simply ignored his nonsense, but Mo Fang often told him that when he was young, he was walking in the rivers and lakes, and he was full of gratitude and resentment. The apprentices of that faction insisted on pulling Qinghe to think that Mo Fang must have been chased and beaten a lot when he was young, so he hid in the mountains and dared not come out when he was old.

Fortunately, Qinghe and his elder brother Xie Chong did not learn Mo Fang's "unique knowledge", they both managed to find the essence in a pile of dross.

Qinghe doesn't yearn for the rivers and lakes that Mo Fang said at all, one of the reasons is that if he gets acquainted with someone, he will bow his hands: "Hi, young man! I am XXX, the No.18 descendant of the Qingcheng School! Dare I ask where did the young hero learn from?"

"Hey, hello, I don't close the door."

． ． ．forget it.

The second is because he has watched Mo Fang grow older in the past two years than in the past few years. If Mo Fang is placed on the mountain, he is still worried.

The third is that every time he enters the city, if he meets a few young girls, the girls will definitely look at him first, then cover their vermilion lips with a veil, walk past him with a smile in their eyes, turning their heads every step of the way .When Qinghe encountered the above situation for the first time, he thought it was someone and the girl mistakenly thought it was an acquaintance, until the girl coughed softly behind him, Qinghe turned around and saw that the veil that the girl covered her face just dropped to the ground, and she was already smiling. Yin walked away, so Qinghe picked up the handkerchief and shouted: "Girl! The thing fell!", and the girl immediately changed from walking to running.

The first time Qinghe took the handkerchief he picked up back to the mountain, Mo Fang saw and laughed at him for three whole days, and said in a strange way, "Apricot blossoms are blowing all over your head~Who's young man in Moshang is full of flair~ I plan to die. ... no no no no..."

The Qinghe youth who finally understood and blushed covered his mouth tightly with a handkerchief.

It's not that he didn't think about the day when he saw injustice on the road and rescued a delicate flower from Shen Yuluoyan, and the two fell in love and hurriedly settled for a lifetime, but Qinghe didn't have the slightest idea what this Shen Yuluoyan should be like.

However, compared to the handkerchief left by the girl, Qinghe felt that the aunts and aunts' unabashed "What a handsome boy!" "The little brother is so handsome!" made him feel more comfortable.

Now, Qinghe has shouldered the burden of shaping Xie Tianen, who has both ability and political integrity, together with his elder brother Xie Chong, and has no time to think about those romances.

Always lead by example is not.

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If you want to say that Xie Tianen is getting more and more clingy to Qinghe, he took the initiative to hold Qinghe's big palm after taking two steps, and when he returned home, he also talked about how powerful his master was, what did his master tell him this time, Not to mention showing the crescent-shaped scar on his leg, even the torn trousers his master sewed for him are not allowed to be touched by others. The little devil thought about it so far.

Qinghe didn't do anything, just showed off his chic and handsome at the right time, and wondered why Xie Tianen became more and more warm to him.

Xie Miao knows!No matter how mischievous things his grandson did, Qinghe never pulled back his face, and always had a calm and breezy appearance. He would talk to Xie Tianen gently and unreasonably, like "sneaking into the night with the wind" For example, Xie Tianen took a slingshot and went to the forest to shoot birds, Qinghe said to him, "If you beat the bird, if you become a bird in the next life Son, do you have to be beaten too?"Later, Xie Miao felt that life on the mountain was always so relaxed and happy, unlike the mansion where there were many rules, and there was no need to stare at Xie Tianen all the time, because Xie Tianen was a model and good baby in front of Qinghe, and his little eyes were simply "Master, you See if I'm good or not." "Master, please praise me."

When Xie Tianen was eight years old, it was the time of Qinghe's coronation ceremony. Qinghe had no father or mother, only a master, senior brother and a young apprentice, so he took the initiative to apply for simplicity, and he didn't want Xie Chong to bother, because in a few days, Xie Chong loves his wife 40 Xie Chong loves his wife for his sympathy for Xie Chong's busy schedule and didn't want to deal with it. Xie Chong couldn't help Xie Chong's sincerity towards his beloved wife. He set up a stage in the backyard and invited several famous actors from Baixingyuan to stage a show. Rotate in circles.But Xie Chong still gave Xie Tianen a task to invite his master down the mountain.

Xie Tianen's big eyes rolled around, and then he said to his master: "Master, can Tianen obey Master's heart recently?"

Qinghe didn't stop the hand that was wiping the iron rod.

"Shun."

"Master, has Tian En improved recently?"

"Have."

"Master, Tian En has... recently grown taller again?"

Qinghe stopped what he was doing, and said solemnly: "My lord, you might as well speak up."

"Master, my mother's birthday will be celebrated in a few days, and my father invited a theater troupe. It's very lively. I want you to go watch it with me."

"My son, do you know that Master doesn't like excitement?"

"Master...Although my father told me to take you down the mountain...but I also want you to accompany me down the mountain..."

Xie Tianen slowly moved over, lying on Qinghe's lap, tilting his head to look at his master's face.

Qinghe lowered his head -

This little face is really envious of others. ． ．

Take a look at this tender meat. ． ．

The small mouth is the same as a special color. ． ．

At such a young age, I have a long face with sword eyebrows and star eyes, which is really impressive. ． ．

Especially the amber pupil color is really a stroke of genius. ． ．

I think my title of Little Song Yu in Crescent Mountain is a bit dangerous. ． ．

"Master..." Xie Tianen looked at Qinghe for a long time without any movement, then moved forward and called him softly.

Qinghe came back to his senses, seeing Xie Tianen's state of mind was agitated.

"My lord, don't be so pretentious again." He stretched out his hand and pulled Xie Tianen off his lap, and helped him stand upright.

Xie Tianen stood there pouted, thinking to himself, no, I am invincible with this trick, anyone who has tried my trick would happily touch my face and say "Okay, okay, okay, okay", how did you get here? It won't work, am I not cute?

Qinghe stretched out his hand to gently stroke Xie Tianen's eyebrows,

"Your Majesty is in good spirits. He should be a good man standing upright. How can he be like that coquettish girl?"

Xie Tianen grabbed Qinghe's hand that was about to be withdrawn, and hugged it to his chest: "Master, Tianen came here this time under his father's order, so he must take Master down the mountain, but Tianen really wants Master to go down the mountain with Tianen." , the acacia tree at home is in full bloom recently, and Tianen also wants Master to see the beautiful scenery."

Xie Chong's beloved wife's boudoir name has the word "he", so Xie Chong planted a lot of acacias in his house, just to make his wife smile every year when the flowers bloom on the branches. Ordinary people who couldn't get into the Six Princes' Mansion stood on tiptoes outside the wall, wanting to see the wonderful scene of acacia.Looking at Xie Tianen's suddenly serious little face at this time, Qinghe felt joyful for a while, stretched out his index finger and scratched the tip of Xie Tianen's round chin.

Xie Tianen thought that his master was going to reject him again, so he pursed his lips and was about to open his mouth, but Mo Fang, who was really hesitant beside him, spoke first.

"Go, Xiao Tianen has begged you eight hundred times, it's already twenty, go out with your elder brother to meet the market, don't stay on the mountain all day, I will see your dissatisfied desire every morning when I open the door face, I am always in a bad mood."

Qing He flung the dirty handkerchief wiping the stick in his hand towards Mo Fang's left face. Mo Fang moved back, and the handkerchief flew over from the tip of his nose and landed on the stone brick.Xie Miao, who was sitting across from him, listened to Mo Fang's words, turned his face and nodded to Qing He with a smile, and gave a look of "everyone is an adult, I understand you". A white piece moved forward.

"Qinghe, don't worry, you will only stop for two or three days when you go down the mountain. This time, the prince asked me to bring some food up the mountain. You don't have to worry about the teacher and father being hungry." Xie Miao slammed Mo Fangnu, who was about to drop a son, " Are you hungry, Mr. Mo?"

"Ah? Oh! How can you be hungry!" Mo Fang rubbed his little hands, "It's your turn! Hurry up!"

Xie Tianen naturally didn't understand, and wondered why his master's ears suddenly turned red.

"Master, go clean up and go down the mountain with you tomorrow." Qinghe withdrew his hand, stood up and patted Xie Tianen on the shoulder, and when he passed behind Mo Fang, he reached out to touch a white chess piece and moved it back.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Mo Fang stretched out his hand and patted the back of Qing He's hand vigorously, "What are you doing!"

Qinghe put his hands behind his back and left slowly: "If you want people to not know."

"Oh~! Old Man Mo!!!" Xie Miao looked up at Mo Fang and rolled up his sleeves, "I said something is wrong!!"

"Fake! It's all fake!!"

Xie Tianen didn't care about the chaos, and followed his master straight into the house.

Qinghe wanted to close the door of the house, only to see Xie Tianen standing by the door and looking at the very happy Xie Tianen, who was about to step in, so he left the door open for him to come in with him.

Qinghe House is very clean and tidy, except that there are always sawdust piled on the desk.

On the side shelf are works that Qinghe thinks are relatively good, and there is a phoenix bird perched on a good tree on the ground. I don't know how long he carved it alone.

Qinghe took a palm-sized wooden box from the shelf and handed it to Xie Tianen.

"I'm not here every year when the son celebrates his birthday, and I never gave you any presents." Qinghe watched Xie Tianen take the wooden box, as if hesitating whether to open it now, Qinghe reached out his hand to hold the raised side of the wooden box. It bounced away with a "click", "My Crown Prince misses me so much, I feel really sorry, but I only have the wood of this room, I hope the Crown Prince will not dislike it."

Lying quietly in the box was a little sparrow with slightly spread wings. The sparrow was only as big as Xie Tianen's little hand. It was carved out of a piece of high-quality huanghuali. Golden yellow, the texture of the body is like flowing water, even the fine lines of the feathers are finely carved along the lines, the areas without lines are polished smooth and delicate, which is very beautiful in the sunlight, and when the will will catch your eyes, it will be accompanied by a burst of fragrance, At this moment, the fragrance spread out, and it became more and more quiet.

Xie Tianen didn't like it in time, why would he dislike it.When I was young, I thought birds were beautiful, and I chased them with a slingshot all day long, so I wanted to take a good look at what made the bird’s feathers so beautiful. Later, after being persuaded by Qinghe, I took the slingshot away. Now looking at the little sparrow in the box, Xie Tianen's little heart is filled with all kinds of feelings. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the bottom of his hand was slippery, just like the back of the master's hand. It was icy cold and very comfortable. Scan, only "happy" is left.

Qinghe looked down at Xie Tianen's happy brows, and heaved a sigh of relief. He thought that if his golden slingshot was confiscated and he was given a wooden bird, Xie Tianen would feel bad and sue his elder brother.

"Your Majesty likes it?"

"I like it, I like everything the master gave me."

Qinghe wondered where this "all" was, and if he remembered correctly, this should be the first time he sent something to Xie Tianen.

Xie Tianen didn't wait for him to figure it out, and suddenly hugged Qinghe's thigh: "Master's love for Tianen, Tianen will definitely remember it in his heart."

Qinghe:

Wow I am so touched. ． ．

Everyone, take a quick look at who taught this apprentice. ． ．

No, I really want to cry. ． ．

The four years of painstaking efforts are really worth it. ． ．

My good material for the bottom of the press box is really used in the right place. ． ．

For this sparrow alone, Xie Tianen is really a good master, and he likes to keep it with him until he closes his eyes and sleeps forever.

I don’t know if you have the feeling of thanking Tianen. If you like someone, you want to keep them in your collection for the pages he turned over with you, the autumn leaves you stepped on, the bright moon you admired, and the music you heard. Take it out when you are young and take a good look at it, take a good look at how the book pages, autumn leaves, bright moon, and Qingle have become the eyebrows of your sweetheart, and how you have sunk in those eyebrows. ． ．