daughter in power

Chapter 119 Deposits
How to explain, the guard can't even beat her, if he is really in danger, how can he protect her?
She wanted to refute a few words, but Mrs. Jiang looked unhappy, so she had to give up.

Unable to leave the mansion, Qiqi went to the small attic alone.

On the second floor, the Nomura martial arts school on the other side of the river can be clearly seen.

She took out the "Small Grappling Technique" and compared them one by one, only to find that the disciples in the Nomura Martial Arts Gym were punching exactly the same as this one.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking of all kinds of things in recent days, she couldn't help becoming more suspicious.

How come she has good skills?
According to Mrs. Jiang, she did hire Mr. Kung Fu, but she is playful by nature, so she really didn't learn much.

Suddenly, she hit the guard on the bridge of the nose with a punch, isn't it strange?
She stared firmly at the other side of the river, her eyes gradually becoming confused.

This day just passed away.

In Xushi, the night is low and the stars are few and far between.

There is no coldness in the air, only the warmth of spring.

Spring is fully here.

Qiqi fell asleep in the middle of the night and got up to look for water to drink, but suddenly she heard footsteps outside the window.

Startled, she pushed open the window and looked out.

King Xiaoyang turned his back to her and didn't look back.

She stared at his back and snorted, "What are you doing, are you trying to steal something?"

Judging from her tone, she didn't have the slightest feeling of longing that she hadn't seen for a long time, but she was full of impatience.

King Xiaoyang turned his head, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky: "You still owe me more than 2000 taels of silver. What do you think I can steal?"

She blinked, thinking he was right.

The two looked at each other through the window, and asked Qiqi, "When did you come back?"

"Why did the king tell you?" He was displeased.

She gave him a white look: "You don't want to tell me, why did you come to my window again and listen to me snoring in sleep?"

He smiled: "Who is patient to listen to your snoring? This king is here to see the subordinate who was injured by you."

It turned out to be the case.

That subordinate was injured by Qiqi, and a big ointment was applied on the bridge of his nose, it was so ugly that he would die.

She flashed her eyes, embarrassed: "I really didn't mean it... He is too stupid, he can dodge, but he can't dodge."

Looking up, seeing that King Xiaoyang did not intend to forgive her, he hurriedly said: "But you sent someone to protect me, why did you send someone who is stupider than me, you really asked for it..."

He approached, stood in front of the window, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "You have been peeking at the Nomura martial arts gym all day long, and you have improved."

His gentle gaze calmed her uneasy mood, she blinked, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, your book..."

She no longer stood with him, but ran to the desk in a hurry, took "Little Grasping Technique" in her hand, turned back, and handed the book to him: "Look, why is my handwriting different from the one on it?" The handwriting is exactly the same?"

King Xiaoyang reached out to take her book, flipped through it casually, and said indifferently, "It's just a coincidence."

But she refused to believe it was a coincidence.

"How could it be a coincidence? The disciples of the Nomura Martial Arts Academy practice this routine of martial arts. I can learn it after following them for a while."

After a pause, she said seriously, "Tell me, did I write this book?"

"No."

He quickly denied it, with a blank expression on his face: "What are you thinking? You, the daughter of the county magistrate, can write such a good book? Don't ask first, how much ink do you have in your stomach?"

"You..." Qiqi was unhappy: "You look down on people!"

He was noncommittal.

Looking at his seductive and charming cheeks for a long time, she was discouraged: "Speaking of it, how can I write such a secret book of martial arts? I believe in writing a cookbook."

He smiled slightly, and suddenly felt a little happy: "Have you discussed the matter of opening the shop?"

Qiqi nodded: "It's almost there, but many details need to be discussed."

It was the end of the hour for the two to simply discuss.

King Xiaoyang glanced at her chest, turned and left.

Seeing his back disappearing across the yard, Qiqi fell back on the bed in a daze and went to sleep.

It was only after she covered herself with the quilt that she remembered that she had just stood in front of the window talking for a long while, but she was actually only wearing a thin obscene dress.

This obscene garment was specially used for her to sleep in.

Don't think about it, it is empty and there is nothing redundant.

And something about her that is so well-developed is so frankly superior to the crowd.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly remembered the glance of him before leaving, and couldn't help but feel a "thump" in her heart.

She hurriedly lifted the quilt, stared at her heart, only took one look, her ears and neck were red.

Damn it, I knew I should wear a dress...

I feel dark and sweet.

In her sleep, the beauty elder sister came and went without end.

A piece of "Wind into the Pine" was played all night, and he didn't seem to dislike trouble.

She listened to it all night, and it was difficult not to remember it.

East dawns.

In the large study room of Prince Xiaoyang's mansion, the charming and charming prince sat on a soft chair, slowly stroking the Yingbi ring, and said coldly, "Is anyone here?"

Chun Shui bowed: "I have been waiting outside for a long time."

King Xiaoyang nodded: "Come in."

But after a while, a middle-aged man walked into the study with a bow, walked to the desk, and said respectfully: "My lord."

King Xiaoyang nodded slightly: "Did you bring the seal?"

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "I took it."

Nodding, Xiaoyang Wang casually pointed to a small pile of silver on the desk, in a good mood: "Just keep these."

The middle-aged man carefully raised his eyelids, saw the small pile of silver on the table clearly, his face changed slightly: "This..."

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, the small pile of silver on the table is not enough to cover the cost of opening a deposit receipt.

Xiaoyang Wang lazily raised his eyebrows: "100 taels of silver, not too much, why don't you want to save it?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head embarrassingly, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, this subordinate will save it for you."

But in a moment, the bank note was written.

King Xiaoyang took a look at the bank note and frowned: "This king wants...not to exchange the bank note."

There are also many kinds of bank notes, including bank notes with universal exchange and bank notes with non-acceptable exchange.

A bank note is like a cheque, no matter who it is, as long as you hold the bank note, you can exchange it for money.

It is not so convenient to exchange bank notes without acceptance. You need to specify your first and last name, individual or unit.

Only designated persons can redeem the silver.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly put down his penis: "Here."

The bank note written earlier was considered invalid, and the middle-aged man wrote another bank note with a specified name and surname that could not be exchanged.

This time, with experience, the man said: "My lord, whose name is written?"

On the opposite side, a certain lord hooked his lips into a smile: "Jiang Qiqi."

Stretching out his hand, he carefully wrote Jiang Qiqi's three characters on the table, and then he said to the middle-aged man: "From now on, at the end of every month, you will come to the palace, and this king will have money in deposit."

The middle-aged man bowed and nodded: "Here."

A deposit of 100 taels of silver is actually not that big.

The middle-aged man left, and King Xiaoyang took the bank note with Jiang Qiqi written on it, looked at it carefully for a while, and beckoned, "Bring a box."

Qiu Shuang was puzzled, but still carried a very delicate box and entered the door.

King Xiaoyang carefully put the bank notes into the box, and found a secret place to store them properly. Then he smiled and said, "This should be her first deposit when she grows up."

In the study, Chun Shui and Qiu Shuang turned their heads together, looking at him who was talking to himself, his hair was full of black lines.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

Have you seen any creditors who save money for debtors?

In the whole world, I am afraid it is also the first time.

Qiu Shuang muttered: "To save 100 taels, I still need to call the God of Wealth from the pawn shop, really..."

"Ok?"

King Xiaoyang snorted and turned his head, staring at Qiushuang: "Are you free now?"

His subordinates, whoever they were, would probably be busy enough for three months if they were asked if they were free.

Tired of taking care of it, you cry and scream, and you are so anxious that you call your father and mother.

Qiu Shuang's face turned pale, and she rushed out of the study with a "whoosh", and there was an echo of her gradually going away in the air.

"Master, I'm too busy to wash my face and mouth, I'm too busy to sleep, I'm so busy, I...go to protect Jiang Qiqi..."

She was wearing a white shirt and disappeared long ago. Chun Shui, who was standing at the door, smiled indifferently when she saw this, and did not forget to make up the knife: "Master, this subordinate remembers that Qiu Shuang doesn't seem to be busy recently..."

King Xiaoyang turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "You seem to be busy too?"

"I……"

Chun Shui grinned, and hurried away: "I... I'm so busy that I haven't checked the old man back to the mountain, and Nie Jiufeng's mouth is also very serious. The Nomura Martial Art Museum is negotiating a sales contract. The hot pot restaurant on the square Still repairing the shop..."

Gradually drift away and gradually become silent.

But two days later, King Xiaoyang visited Tingfeng Tower.

Qiqi didn't wear a tuero, just saw him so often.

In fact, her heart was still pounding like a drum.

But seeing that his complexion was as usual, her reddened ears finally gradually returned to whiteness.

King Xiaoyang came to discuss the matter of opening a joint shop.

The Jiang family did not object, and even strongly supported it.

Mrs. Jiang recommended herself to be an accountant, but King Xiaoyang didn't raise his eyebrows: "Yes."

Mrs. Jiang was overjoyed, secretly said that she was finally able to flex her muscles, and she was almost overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, King Xiaoyang said: "Mrs. Jiang is responsible for managing Qiqi's income and expenditure accounts. Anyway, for a partnership business, this king also hopes that the accounts are clear."

With a smile from Qiqi, Mrs. Jiang changed her face, and said sadly: "Here."

The matter of opening the shop was roughly settled, and neither Jiang Maoyou nor Mrs. Jiang had any objections.

Qiqi also had no objection, nodded, and emphasized one last time: "Before the opening, I must prepare the hot pot base by myself. Otherwise, the taste will be bad."

She didn't know when she learned how to make small hot pot?
I don't know why the small hot pot was praised by Emperor Wuwei and King Xiaoyang.

Anyway, with this ability and brand name, it is not for nothing, it is the last word to make more money for the Jiang family.

King Xiaoyang stood up: "Yes."

Before leaving, Mrs. Jiang hurriedly wrapped up the pastries and asked him to take them away for a taste.

His eyes flashed, and he reached out to take it.

Today he is alone, Qiushuang and Chunshui are not there.

Qiqi looked left and right, and couldn't help hesitating, "Where did Chunshui and Qiushuang go?"

King Xiaoyang smiled and did not explain.

Mrs. Jiang ordered Qiqi to send King Xiaoyang away in person, but it was difficult for Qiqi to refuse, so she had to honestly see him off.

The two walked to the door, and the concierge opened the vermilion door and respectfully invited King Xiaoyang to leave.

Not far away, two people happened to be walking on the avenue.

They are all dressed as scholars in white.

Each is carrying a bookcase, and at a glance, the clothes are fluttering, elegant and youthful.

Jiang Qiqi looked up, one of them seemed to have seen her, and waved at her from a distance: "Cousin...haha, I'm here..."

Listening to the tone, it was full of sweetness and indulgence, plus some inexplicable provocations.

King Xiaoyang raised his eyelids and held the pastry bag tightly in his hand.

(End of this chapter)