Lingquan Space: The group pet, the little lucky girl, is busy with the sea and farming

The outer frame of the abacus beads is white jade, but the middle of the abacus beads is inlaid with green.Listening to the sound of the beads when they collided, Qing Xianxuan unconsciously thought of the little girl pulling the beads in the yard.

"Brother Qingxian!" Qiao Qiao called him, but Nangong Qingxian didn't come out of his mind.

"Brother Qingxian?" Qiao Qiao looked at his younger brother Qingxian lying on the ledger with an unknown smile on his face, feeling very strange.

"Why are you here?" Qingxian responded immediately, his expression became cold.

Lingxiang wanted to ask what he was doing, but Qingxian's puzzled eyes fell on the clay pot in her hand, and she lowered her head nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"I, my mother and I learned how to cook soup together," Qingxian held the pottery pot in his hand and handed it to Qingxian, his face was slightly red with doubts. "Would you like to taste it?"

"Do not".

Qingxian's heart suddenly sank.She looked up in disbelief. "why?"

"Your godmother, my mother, makes me pigskin soup every day, saying that what I eat is to make up for what I eat." Qing Xianhong has eaten five or six bowls of pigskin soup these days, and has long been tired of eating these Pig skin soup.

"Well, I did it!" Qiao Qiao's heart was disgusted by his brother Qingxian, and his eyes were red.

Qingxian opened the lid of the earthen pot and motioned her to take a look. It was not a milky white soup, but a strange black and blue soup. "Haven't you tried the soup you made?"

Jojo's face turned from red to white, then blue, and after the explosion, only red and black remained.He ran away with the clay pot in his hand.

Nangong Qingxian sighed, not knowing whether it was because of the pot of soup or the little girl who ran away.

In the evening, Mrs. Nangong came.She brought her son another bowl of pork skin soup.Without any resistance, Qingxian poured the bowl into his stomach.

"Son, the caravan you sent back was only three months old, but I'll take a look. I think there will be less in the future."

"What's the matter?" Nangong Qingxian endured his distaste for pigskin, shrugged his shoulders, listlessly.

Madam Nangong sat down beside his bed. "I saw that a few people went to your father alone recently. I don't want him to give himself a chance, I want him to give his nephew a chance."

"who are they?"

Mrs. Nangong held her fingers and said: "There are many people who ran with your father before, those who made mistakes and were deprived of power, and those whose sons are only 10 years old."

She laughed for a while, seeing that Nangong Qingxian didn't respond.She asked, "Son, what do you think?" You are the son of your father's iron cock.How can you let someone pull your hair out?"

"If you want to give it, it's not mine." Hong Qingxian was very calm.Although it was a caravan organized by him, they were all led by reliable old people in the later stage, so he didn't care too much.

"Why?" Nangong Qingxian patted his mother's hand, and her mother suddenly reached out and pinched his face.

Mrs. Nangong's hand was slapped off, but she reached out desperately and pinched Nangong Qingxian's face again and again. "I want to see what's wrong with you?" You've been so generous since you've been whipped. "

"Take it if you can." Nangong Qingxian blocked his mother's hand.

Madam Nangong smiled and stood up. "I think your father is embarrassed. If he comes to ask you later, don't answer him easily."

Su Yunman sent out the good clothes and settled the matter in her heart.

She went to Nangong's house in Heyuan next year.No matter what, she was still very worried about Nangong Qingxian.

Uncle Lin hasn't had a good rest for the past few days, but news came from the stronghold that Qingxian had returned to the stronghold with the Nangong family.