Jiaohua

Chapter 978 Don't Understand Dog Language (One More)
Xia Zhaoyi waited until Su Yumei and the others came back before going to sleep.

The room is large, and due to the layout and furnishings, it does not appear empty.

There is still a very soft breathing sound in the house, which comes from the little milk dog who was tired from playing early.

Xia Zhaoyi put down his pen, got up and picked up the small wooden pendant lamp beside the table, intending to put it further away.

But she saw the little milk dog who was still sleeping just now, squatting sleepily at her feet.

"Little Fatty, continue to sleep." Xia Zhaoyi said softly.

The little milk dog whimpered.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't understand.

"what happened to you?"

The little milk dog got up and circled around a small space next to the desk.

Xia Zhaoyi: "Huh?"

The little milk dog stopped, looked at her with dark and bright eyes for a while, then started to spin around again, and finally stopped by the desk, stretched out its front paws and scratched at the table legs.

Xia Zhaoyi really couldn't understand, so after putting the small wooden pendulum lamp far away, he came back and patted it on the head: "Go to sleep."

The house architecture in Xizhou tends to be dexterous, with a harmonious outline, and the lighting design makes the house particularly transparent.

In the early morning of the next day, the warm sunshine came in from outside, and Xia Zhaoyi opened his eyes in the bright spring light.

She didn't get up right away, her eyes fell on the slightly decorated and carved wooden beams.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she seemed to be studying the relationship between the supporting structure of the wooden beams, or she seemed to be thinking about other things.

Little Big Fatty was lying on the ground bored, and suddenly found that the owner had woken up, so he stood up immediately.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at it, Xiao Dapang frantically wagged his tail with an excited expression on his face.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled softly: "Come."

Picking up the little puppy from the bed, Xia Zhaoyi pointed at its little nose, and it immediately licked it with its tongue.

But not long after, Little Fatty remembered the business, broke free from Xia Zhaoyi, jumped to the ground, and quickly ran to the desk.

Xia Zhaoyi was puzzled: "Little Big Fatty?"

But it was the same as before going to bed last night, it has been circling around the desk over there.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at the book case, and besides the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there was also an antique pen holder, a stack of books and a small wooden box given by Mr. Liu He.

Xiao Dapang stretched out his front paws and scratched lightly under the desk.

Xia Zhaoyi got off the bed and went to pick it up: "Don't scratch it, the paint will fall off."

Little Fatty stretched out his two front paws in mid-air, flopping towards the desk, swimming like a dog paddling.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned lightly, put it down, and saw Little Big Pang standing next to the book, pressing his front paws on the small black long wooden box presented by Mr. Liu He.

Xia Zhaoyi picked up the small wooden box no bigger than the palm of his hand, and asked, "Is this it?"

Little Big Fat gave a childish "Wow".

"Are you homesick?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

The little milk dog can't understand human words, so it's better to say "Wow" anyway.

Xia Zhaoyi put down the small wooden box, touched its head: "Do you miss Mr. Liu He, or mother?"

The little milk dog whimpered, put its little paw on the small wooden box, and barked at Xia Zhaoyi.

"It's really nerve-wracking," Xia Zhaoyi looked down at the small wooden box, "Dog language is so hard to understand."

Chen Dingshan and the others got up very early and have been driving wooden piles or doing the most primitive strength training.

When Xia Zhaoyi passed by, they wanted Xia Zhaoyi to accompany him to practice for a while, Xia Zhaoyi rarely did not show face today: "I will go to the street later, and I have to wash my body after sweating, so I can't do it."

After breakfast in the backyard, Steward Zeng came from outside, bowed his hands and saluted, and said: "Patriarch, three things happened from last night to now."

"Well, tell me." Xia Zhaoyi picked up the porridge.

"Last night, a young man surnamed Ma was beaten on the street, and a young man surnamed Zhi was wanted all over the street."

Xia Zhaoyi blinked, and put down the rice porridge that he hadn't had time to drink.

"Surname, boy?"

"Ah."

"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi laughed, his eyes sparkling, "My junior brother, I've grown up."

"Ah?" Steward Zeng's eyes widened, "He's the Patriarch's junior brother?"

"There are two more things."

Manager Zeng slowed down, and said: "Sanghu of Liujia Village originally agreed to the princess and was willing to be confiscated at a low price. People are troublesome."

Xia Zhaoyi frowned: "The third thing."

"Early this morning, Miss Nie next door was taken away again."

"Princess Yangping again?"

"Yes."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded.

People from outside the house came and went, Xia Zhaoyi came out alone after breakfast, and saw a sea of ​​people.

For the convenience of traveling, she has been dressed in neutral attire. Now that she is living a leisurely life in the market, she re-does her female makeup.

Her long hair hangs down to her waist, and the blue silk is soft and dry. She is dressed in a simple and elegant light white dress. Because of the high quality satin, it adds texture and fades away the dullness. At the waist, she specially found a small light green jade as an accessory.

As soon as she came out of the mansion, many eyes looked at her, while Xia Zhaoyi turned her head and looked at the wanted notice nearby.

The portrait depicts a... boy?
Mainly, Xia Zhaoyi looked like a boy.

A "branch" was written on the side, and it disappeared.

There is no match between the facial features of the portrait and Zhili.

If she didn't recognize the long sword drawn on the side, she would really think that she guessed wrong.

This sword belongs to the master, it has many names, Xia Zhaoyi only remembers one of them, it is called Duanhe.

No matter where a beautiful girl goes, she will attract passers-by to take a few more glances, not to mention Xia Zhao's snow-white clothes and excellent posture, more and more people will look at her.

Mr. Ma, who was carried back from the hospital, sat on the chariot, staring blankly at the girl, unable to recover for a moment.

At first glance, she is bright and bright, but she is cold and distant when she tastes it carefully, and she seems to be friendly and gentle when she looks at it again. These many contradictory temperaments have no conflicts in her, which is intriguing and makes people want to ponder and touch.

At this moment, a person hurried over and ran towards Nie's mansion.

The speed was so fast that he almost hit Mr. Ma's chariot.

Mr. Ma's subordinates rushed up to beat him up.

Looking back, Xia Zhaoyi saw that Mr. Ma did not stop his men, but put on a majestic appearance, with a majestic face, and touched his thin chin with his fingers.

"Stop beating, stop beating!" The person being beaten yelled, "I'm here to report that something happened to the Nie family, so don't beat me!"

"What happened?" Mr. Ma asked impatiently.

"That little lady Nie was kidnapped!" The person who was beaten hugged his head and shouted, "It's that boy named Zhi!"

"It turned out to be this fellow!" Mr. Ma shouted, "Where did he escape? How long ago?"

The men stopped punching and kicking.

"At the Huayu Theater, it was two quarters of an hour ago!"

"He really dares," Mr. Ma laughed suddenly, "This is a good show. The little lady Nie is the princess's main person. This stupid donkey took the little lady Nie away. Didn't he just wait? The princess sent someone to arrest him? Hahaha!"

"But young master," one of his subordinates said softly, "whether he robs Miss Nie, isn't he still being arrested?"

As he said that, his subordinate stretched out his hand and pointed to the wanted notice over there.

Mr. Ma paused, then disappointed, and slapped him on the forehead: "I want you to talk more!"

Thinking of the girl, he hurriedly turned his head, but there was no one in front of the arrest warrant.

(End of this chapter)