I am the county magistrate in Daming

"Father, it's not right." Qian Duoduo frowned.

"What's wrong?"

The He family's ancestral house has not been taken back. According to the rules, the house deed and land deed should belong to He Quezhu.A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and He Quezhu is very smart. If he manages it carefully, it is not impossible to revive the He family.

Leaving He Fu now and leaving, it will be difficult to come back later.

Qian Duoduo is an orphan himself, and he doesn't care about "falling leaves return to their roots", but Hangzhou is He Quezhu's hometown. She has lived here since she was a child, and she can go wherever she can.

"He's." Zhu Jingshou understood the meaning behind Yizi's words, and said to He Quezhu.

"Yes." He Quezhu held back her breath.

"The property deeds of the He family are all in the hands of this king, and I can hand them over to you now."

Mu Qingtian tilted his head in confusion.

Has he not given the house deed and land deed to He Quezhu? Why is it in Zhu Jingshou's hands?

He Quezhu stopped crying immediately after hearing it, but the hiccups still couldn't stop.

"Outside is not suitable for you." Qian Duoduo said.

Guarding one side of the house, as well as the servants who still voluntarily stay in the He family after being favored by the He family, He Quezhu's life will not be too sad.

Mu Qingtian stared at the back of Qian Duoduo's head, almost staring at him.

After a while, He Quezhu wiped away his tears, knelt down and kowtowed to Zhu Jingshou.

"The daughter of the people is willing to go."

Qian Duoduo's tightly clenched fists, hidden behind his sleeves, suddenly let go, and his palms were moist.

"Then you will ride with my righteous son."

"Wait." Mu Qingtian yelled, "The title deed... huh!" (Why are you covering me)

Zhu Jingshou hung up the curtain, turned around and stepped into the carriage.

"Let's go. Let me say it first. If you get into trouble on the way, you can solve it yourself." Qian Duoduo gently tugged at the little girl's messy braid.

"Ah!" He Quezhu just uttered a sound, then quickly closed his mouth again.

Now she is not the young lady of He Fu, she can do whatever she wants.

Qian Duoduo's face was gloomy, and he bent down to grab the tattered skirt tail that she dragged on the ground.

"ah!!!"

"It's so ugly, it's my adoptive father's face that I lost when I went out." Qian Duoduo cut the fabric with a knife, leaving only the clean part.

He Quezhu quickly covered her face, anxious and ashamed, and said, "Don't look at me, ugly."

Qian Duoduo tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, seemingly casually but seriously pulled up He Quezhu's hair, and tied a beautiful knot behind his head.

"Go to the car, don't dawdle, we're leaving soon."

He Quezhu scratched her head and smiled foolishly. Just as she was about to lift up her skirt, she found that the hem of the skirt, which was cumbersome and stumbling, had been taken care of by Qian Duoduo.

She ran to board another empty carriage, and poked her head out to wave to Qian Duoduo.

Here Mu Qingtian also understood the ins and outs of the matter, and wanted to tell Qian Duoduo to take good care of his future daughter, but in the end...

Mu Qingtian withdrew his head, sat upright with a serious expression, and said to Zhu Jingshou.

"So what does He Quezhu like about our son?"

Qian Duoduo has never combed other people's hair, but he has made rice dumplings, and his technique is quite skillful.He Quezhu couldn't see it by herself, and thought that Qian Duoduo had helped her pull up a bun, but she didn't expect to wrap a big rice dumpling behind her head.

Zhu Jingshou smiled and said nothing, recalling the conversation between the two not long ago.

"Father."

"The boy is willing to buy the land deed and the deed of the He family."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"He Quezhu will stay in Hangzhou at that time, but you will be in vain to fetch water from a bamboo basket."

"Think about it, money can be earned again, the child has learned a lot from the master."

Although Mu Qingtian didn't confiscate the He family's house, but the deed is in the hands of King Qing, so there is a high probability that he will confiscate it for private use.What is public and what is private, public ones go to the treasury, private ones go to the government treasury, as long as Zhu Jing guards the confiscated things, the emperor will turn a blind eye and close one eye, no matter what.

Qian Duoduo converted all the cash into bank notes and handed them over to Zhu Jingshou, and made a list of the remaining assets, all of which were exchanged for the house deed of the He family.

The carriage was driving fast, Mu Qingtian was not used to it, caught the wind and cold, his whole body was cold for a while, and he was sweating for a while, wrapped in a quilt, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Zhu Jingshou wanted the coachman to slow down, Mu Qingtian didn't want to drag everyone down because of himself, let alone the people in Wutou, he was determined not to let the carriage slow down, otherwise he would jump from the window!

"Are you dancing?" Zhu Jingshou sneered, while wiping his sweat and giving him medicine without complaint.

Mu Qingtian tugged at the corner of the quilt and groaned, "My lord, choo! I haven't started my business halfway, so I can't die in the middle."

Zhu Jingshou picked up a pastry that He Quezhu borrowed from the kitchen at the Xiejiao Inn yesterday, and stuffed it into Mu Qingtian's mouth.

"Uncle Liu Huang is still in the early stages, you can at most take a spring bud. Don't spit!"

Zhu Jingshou held Mu Qingtian's chin and pushed his head back vigorously.

The medicine for the wind and cold was bitter, and he had eaten all the candied fruit he brought with him, so coaxing Mu Qingtian to take the medicine these few days was like flying around.

grunt.

Mu Qingtian's face was pale, and he became weaker after taking the medicine.

Zhu Jingshou quickly hugged him, hugging him in his arms slowly, and lovingly touching his rough face.

"Is it still hard?"

"Let, cough cough, let me see my daughter, I'll be fine, not uncomfortable."

……

Ton, ton, ton, His Royal Highness King Qing is still a jealous person today.

He Quezhu jumped into Mu Qingtian's carriage, nestled obediently by the couch, and told Mu Qingtian stories—most of them were about love and hatred in the storybook.

"...The woman actually showed eight fox tails in front of everyone! The officers and soldiers immediately captured her and put her in prison, preparing to burn this evil spirit to death."

"Who knows, when King Qing heard about it, he shot a golden light, soared into the sky, and appeared in the sky above the prison on a black golden fire horse..."

"Alang~"

"Qing'er~"

He Quezhu played two roles, and the acting was quite decent.

Zhu Jingshou suddenly touched the medicine bowl.

He Quezhu trembled in fright, waved his hands and said to Mu Qingtian with a mournful face, "It's wrong, it's not King Qing, it's a man whose surname is Qing Mingwang."

The more you describe, the darker.

Mu Qingtian laughed sullenly a few times, but finally took a few breaths and coughed again.

"I, I, I, I'm going to help Ah Qian look at the map." He Quezhu jumped out of the car holding her skirt.

Zhu Jingshou sighed helplessly, and supported his back to give him relief.

"The doctor said to rest. She chatters every day, where is she quiet?"

Mu Qingtian breathed slowly, proud of being favored, raised Zhu Jingshou's chin like a disciple, and said, "Let me see if you shoot one? Where is it? Gold?"

Retinazer hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Zhu Jingshou raised his eyebrows, and instantly touched Mu Qingtian's tailbone.

"The year before last has passed, and I can't even recall the appearance of Qing'er's tail."

Mu Qingtian glared angrily, but got his butt pinched instead.

It's also a coincidence, the "Qing" in the script is the "Qing" of Qingqiu Fox, and it turns out that Mu Qingtian also has "Qing" in his name, which is like a story specially written for Zhu Jingshou and Mu Qingtian.

Before Mu Qingtian had time to eat the vixen's jealousy, Zhu Jingshou executed Fa-rectification on the spot.

His Royal Highness King Qing used "dirty" means, divided the quilt into eight strands and placed it under Mu Qingtian.

"Qingqing cut off her own tail for the sake of this king, causing the spirit energy to overflow. If she can't retract her tail, she will be arrested again." Zhu Jingshou smiled and sent himself in.

"This king is full of yang energy, which is suitable for the harmony of yin and yang."

"One."

"Two."

"Three..."

Mu Qingtian was sweating all over, his eyes were swollen from crying, he kicked his legs hard, and finally retracted all eight "tails".

What about the caring little padded jacket!

He Quezhu, who was playing chess with Qian Duoduo in the carriage, suddenly felt cold behind him.

Dangerous.

But before she could think about it carefully, after seeing Qian Duoduo placing a piece on the chessboard, she pointed to Heizi and said, "How can you play here?"

"The five sons are in a line, why don't you come down here?"

Mu Qingtian didn't teach anything else, but taught Qian Duoduo how to play backgammon.

"But, but." He Quezhu looked at Bai Zi, who was already standing on the periphery, and didn't want to give up.

"Can't you download it yet? I can only download this, if you don't want to download it, forget it."

Qian Duoduo mentioned the rules of backgammon before, but He Quezhu couldn't get around the corner for a while, so he still played the game according to the way of Go.

"Don't be angry, I'll play." He Quezhu withdrew Baizi, "Five sons in a row, it's amazing."

Qian Duoduo smiled imperceptibly.

The next day, He Quezhu deliberately took advantage of Zhu Jingshou and Xiao Yi's time to go for a walk, and got into Mu Qingtian's carriage.She hadn't finished telling the story yesterday, and she felt itchy.

"Que Zhu, come here." Mu Qingtian waved at her with a smile, and called the person in front of him.

Zhu Jingshou lifted the curtain of the car, and saw his princess was tying the little girl's hair.

"Put two cups in the sky, bare feet~" Mu Qingtian was in a good mood, and even hummed little Nezha.

He Quezhu didn't know what was going on in her head, and when she heard Mu Qingtian's praise, she felt a little ecstatic.

"Hey, it's so beautiful, look at this shape."

"Uh-huh!"

"Seeing you a lot, I will definitely fall in love with you."

"Um!!!"

Zhu Jingshou turned his head away, not exposing Mu Qingtian's lie.

Forget it, as long as my concubine is happy, anyway, it's not him who is torturing.

Pulling up against the sky and having a head full of twists are not something ordinary people can control. Even if He Quezhu has a good background, when he returned to his carriage, he shocked Qian Duoduo severely.

From then on, Mu Qingtian fell in love with the process of braiding her daughter, changing He Quezhu's hairstyle every day, having a great time.

Entering the border of Guangzhou Prefecture, Mu Qingtian successfully merged with Gu Fan's convoy.

Gu Fan's complexion was not very good, and every sentence was full of guns and cannons, saying Mu Qingtian's fault both openly and secretly.

"The road has been delayed for a long time. Your lord has rested for a few days, so you should be able to set off?"

Mu Qingtian was puzzled, but he was not an easy persimmon, so he replied, "Of course we can go, and the medicinal materials have to be sent to Wutou as soon as possible."

Gu Fan was speechless, snorted coldly, threw his sleeves and got into Liu Duan's carriage.

"Did I offend him?" Mu Qingtian held back his grievances, and went to act like a baby to his own people.

Zhu Jingshou hugged him in his arms and rubbed him for a long time, then said, "Of course not, Gu Fan is mentally ill, so don't bother with him."

"That's right." Mu Qingtian kissed Zhu Jingshou, feeling much better.

People who can kill their own wives have a little water in their minds.

The humidity in Guangzhou Mansion was heavy, and Liu Duan's health became worse and worse.Why can Mu Qingtian slow down when he feels unwell, but he has to rush with Xiaoying, which made Xiaoying's condition worse.

"Mu Qingtian is too deceitful, as a father, I will definitely not let him speed up tomorrow."

Liu Duan leaned halfway and sneered.

"Master Mu is an imperial envoy, so he naturally has his plans."

"Slowing down the whole team for your own selfish desires, abandoning the disaster victims, Mr. Gu, is this your 'righteousness'?"

"No, Xiaoying, listen to me." Gu Fan quickly explained.

Liu Duan closed his eyes wearily, and said, "I'm tired, Mr. Gu can take care of himself."

The author has something to say: IELTS is not ideal orz, Sang Xin.

It's time for the cremation of the scumbag, okay.

small theater:

Mu Qingtian: Jinglang... (affectionate)

Zhu Jingshou: Qingqing... (with affection)

Qian Duoduo: Area D