Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

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If Junqian was still insinuating and implying something before, then when this sentence came out, it was an obvious curse.

These hooligans have always been used to running rampant among the neighbors, how can they bear such anger?Immediately, they all blushed, and their eyes could almost burst into flames:

"The little girl has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. Since she wants to meddle in other people's business, I think it's time to sell it with him. Judging by her beauty, she will definitely sell for a good price!"

Tsk...you're so courageous, you dare to fight her idea?Jun Qian couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ximen Chuuxue's face turning cold for a moment. He had already pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and quickly extended his hand——

The woman's white and slender hand pressed hard on the back of the man's hand, preventing his next move without refusal.

Ximen Chuuxue slightly raised his eyes to meet her gaze, and Jun Qian immediately gave him a warning look: "Don't do anything!"

——How many times has this happened?Every time she encounters something similar and wants to take action, Ximen Fuxue will always take the first step, making her useless immediately!

Of course she knew that Ximen Chuuxue cared about her, but... because of this, she didn't even have a chance to make a move, so that everyone thought she was weak and bully, even a child and a group of local ruffians dared not It's unreasonable to put yourself in the eye!

What's more, if nothing unexpected happened... Jun Qian glanced sideways at the boy, with a sly look in his eyes - at a time like this, how could Ximen Chuuxue steal his limelight?

Ximen Chuuxue paused slightly, and immediately understood his wife's thoughts, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he slowly let go of the hand holding the sword hilt.

Jun Qian let go of his hand in satisfaction, turned around and looked at the hooligans who had rushed in front of her eyes, raised her eyebrows slightly, and the jade flute that was tied around her waist was already in her palm, without hesitation Point directly at the big holes all over the body of the people on the opposite side.

Jun Qian's martial arts is actually not very good, but it is more than enough to deal with a few ruffians, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.Wanhua's martial arts skills are natural and elegant, and Jun Qian has a small calculation in his heart. When he does it, he deliberately shows off, and his movements are more elegant and casual. It only takes a moment for a jade flute to point and hit. None of those hooligans was able to stand properly anymore, they all fell to the ground, one on top of the other, clutching their chests and screaming in pain, they no longer had the strength to stand up and fight.

Jun Qian clapped his hands to dust off the non-existent dust, chuckled, twirled the jade flute twice between his fingers, and turned to look at the little boy, and saw that although he still didn't have much expression, the expression in his eyes His shock was enough to explain everything—he was just pretending to be calm.

——It fully achieved the effect I expected!Jun Qian nodded contentedly, then went back to the table and sat down, reached out to pick up a piece of fish and put it into the boy's bowl, rubbed his chin and turned to look at the man who fell on the ground, and asked casually:

"Why are you chasing a child?"

"Female hero, please spare me!" Those hooligans were already scared out of their wits at this moment, they felt that their hearts were hurting so much that they were about to die, and they almost didn't cry, "He owes us money, owes us money!" It is only right and proper to repay debts, fathers and sons! We really didn’t do anything bad!”

"Oh, he owes you money..." Jun Qian continued to touch his chin, and took a piece of chicken for Ximen Chuuxue. Seeing that he ate it cooperatively, he asked lazily, "How much does he owe you?"

"Five, 500 taels!"

"You nonsense!" The boy who was eating quietly turned red in an instant, and all the pretentious sophistication and composure on his face collapsed at once, and he almost yelled out of control, "My father clearly only wants to tell you Borrowed 50 taels, but after only half a year, you have raised it to 500 taels!"

Those hooligans opened their mouths, their expressions full of disapproval, but before they opened their mouths, they secretly glanced at Jun Qian's face, and immediately fell silent without daring to say a word.

It turned out to be usury, and it doubled in a few months... Jun Qian touched his nose thoughtfully, then turned to the boy and asked:

"Then why did your father borrow money, and how did he die? What about your mother?"

"...My mother got sick a year ago, spent all the money in the family but still couldn't get cured, so my father could only borrow money from them..." After all, a child is still a child, especially if he has suffered so much for so long. A child who felt wronged and suffering, Jun Qian just asked this question, and he explained the whole thing clearly——

At the beginning, his father borrowed usury in desperation, saying that it would be repaid twice a year later, but who knew that they would come to the door frequently to collect the debt in just a few months, and the interest rate also skyrocketed all the way.His father was an honest man, and he couldn't afford to offend these rascals, so he could only do his best to earn money, and finally slipped and fell down when he was building a house for half a year, and he lost his breath on the spot.

The life of orphans and widowed mothers became more and more difficult. They could only rely on their seriously ill mother to do needlework for others, and he went to the mountains to collect some firewood to sell to make ends meet—even if they could only earn a few tens of pennies a month. More than half of the money is in the hands of these debt collectors.Until a few days ago, his mother was finally overwhelmed and passed away, leaving him alone as a child and helpless, and the group of hooligans began to think about selling him to "repay the money".

Jun Qian didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but just listened to his explanation in silence, until he finally finished everything, lowered his head and bit his lips, trying to hide his red eyes and crying voice. With a low sigh, he stretched out his hand and patted his head lightly—the boy's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't refuse.

Jun Qian's expression became gentle, and he moved his hand away from the top of his head, but did not take it back, but just stopped in front of him: "Would you like to come with us?"

The boy froze for a moment, bit his lip and looked up at Jun Qian, as if hesitating for a while. After a while, he finally nodded slightly, and put his hand into her palm.

Jun Qian smiled at him reassuringly, turned his head to look at the group of hooligans on the ground, his expression turned cold for a moment, and said lightly:

"I will come again, and if I see you running rampant in the countryside again, I will kill you. As for now...don't get out?"

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After eating, Junqian and Ximen Chuuxue did not continue their journey back immediately. Instead, they found an inn, asked for a room, and asked Xiaoer to bring in a bathtub and hot water——Ximen Chuuxue has a cleanliness habit, and Chu Ying wore He was tattered and unkempt, so it was impossible for him to ride in the same carriage with him, so the first thing Jun Qian did after eating was to take him to take a bath Change clothes.

——Chu Ying, that is the name of the little boy.

Xiao Er's hands and feet were very nimble, and he brought in the tub and hot water towels in a short while. Jun Qian looked at the little boy standing in front of the tub, who looked a little helpless, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, raising his eyebrows slightly. He pursed the corner of his mouth, bent down and leaned over:

"You really don't need me to wash it for you?"

Chu Ying's face has a lot of gray and looks dirty, but even so, you can still vaguely see that his pink ears popped up all of a sudden, and the movement of untying his clothes was so stiff that he was almost on the verge of Same hand and one foot——Jun Qian laughed all of a sudden, and moved closer to him:

"Children, why are you so shy, I... ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a tightness around her waist, and the strong force coming from behind made her fall backward involuntarily, subconsciously let out a low voice, and immediately fell into a firm and warm embrace.

Jun Qian hurriedly turned back to look at Chu Ying again, and saw that he had already hid behind the screen with his clothes in his arms. No matter how he looked at his back, there was a sense of fleeing, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly. Somewhat dissatisfied, she turned to Ximen Chuuxue who was holding her.

"Ash!"

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at her, didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to push Jun Qian's dark sleeves away, and pressed her calloused fingertips on her wrist—her spirit hadn't recovered yet , I don't know if the exercise of martial arts today will have any effect.

Jun Qian was stunned for a moment, and then his dissatisfied expression immediately became gentle. He shook his head with a smile, held his hand, and interlocked his fingers: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Ximen Chuuxue patted her on the head, glanced sideways at the screen, and said calmly, "You want to take him as a disciple?"

"Well," Jun Qian nodded, "he has a good foundation and is suitable for martial arts. The most important thing is... he is dexterous and talented, so he should be very suitable for the Tiangong lineage. But we still have to see how his character is, anyway. Don't worry, let's talk about it when we go back to the village!"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, said nothing more, lowered his head and began to wipe his sword.

I don't know if I really feel that I am too dirty, or if I am a little embarrassed because someone is waiting, Chu Ying took a long time to take a bath, and it took a long time to come out from behind the screen in a middle coat, with her head bowed Stare straight at the ground.

Probably because of being smoked by the hot water for a long time, the boy's expressionless face was pink, and the tips of his hair were still dripping water, which made the originally withdrawn child look cute and cute.

Before, I just thought his temperament was like Ximen Chuuxue, but now that the child has washed his face... Jun Qian held his chin and couldn't help looking back at Ximen Chuuxue—is it an illusion?I always feel that looking at it like this now...the two seem to be more and more alike. If she didn't know Ximen Chuuxue's temperament, she might really think it was his illegitimate child!

But then again, it's normal for people to have similarities. What's more, if this child is really talking about facial features, he is not too similar to Ximen Chuuxue. just the feeling.

Jun Qian glanced at Ximen Chuuxue with a half-smile, and saw that he was wiping his sword intently with his head down. He shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and pulled him over, took a towel and went to wipe his hair.

The boy seemed to be very unaccustomed to such intimate actions, his head lowered lower and lower, his muscles tensed up, his whole body was as stiff as wood, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only freeze Let Jun Qian ravage his hair.

While rubbing the soft hair under his hands with a towel, Jun Qian looked at the boy who was so stiff that he didn't even know where to put his hands. The man who lowered his head and wiped his sword——

Hmm... I don't know if Ximen Fuxue was like this when she was a child - awkward and cute?

The author has something to say: Junjun, let go of that Zhengtai, let me do it!Don't molested Zhengtai anymore, the owner said he was very depressed--

Speaking of steamed stuffed buns, I found a problem, it seems that among all the fans, the steamed stuffed buns born by the proprietor's family are Zhengtai?So I started to think about a question - if... the landlord's family is a girl, what kind of rhythm will it be?

☆, retreat