mtl008 Chapter 121 Conversation
Chapter 121 Conversation
Father Qiao sighed, "Yoyo has been stubborn and persistent since she was young. I remember when she was little and went to the countryside, her parents called and said Yoyo was missing. Finally, they found Yoyo and asked her what she was doing. She said she was counting ants. She wanted to know how many ants could live in a small nest. From then on, she squatted in the field and counted ants continuously until one day she counted the result and stopped counting ants."
Mother Qiao wiped her tears and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Husband, go get two pistols and let Youyou take them with you for self-defense."
Father Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Wife, this is domestic, gun control."
"The self-defense electric baton."
"Mom, don't worry, I will be careful to protect myself. Also, we are currently experimenting with electronic products that cannot be brought over, and don't even think about using electric batons." Qiao Shinian squatted down to calm the panicked mother. She smiled and said, "I will become very strong, and then wait for the natural end of the journey and come back safely."
"Your arm." Qiao's mother suddenly discovered a wound on Qiao Shinian's arm. Although it had already healed, it was obvious that he had been injured there before.
Qiao Shinian looked at it in confusion: "This was an accidental scratch when I was training with Wen Jiu two days ago. I didn't pay much attention to it because the injury was basically gone by the time I came back..."
Qiao Shinian's last words were stuck in her throat. She first looked up at An Tian and Mo Feibai. They both knew this.
An Tian quickly stood up and walked over to her to check, wondering, "Is this a bone-breaking injury?"
"No, it's just a cut this big. I didn't care about it because it had healed, thinking it would be gone when I came back." Qiao Shinian's tone was a little low, "What happened? Why is it still there this time? Is it because I was training with Wen Jiu and the injury was caused by him, so it heals slowly?"
"We can't rule out this possibility." Mo Feibai took out his phone and took a picture, then checked the time. "It's four o'clock in the afternoon now, so will this injury disappear, or will it be brought back, or will it disappear when you return there?"
The doubts about the wound not going away did not last long. Qiao Shinian took her father's advice and decided that she had to grow up first. If she lived in the palace with Wen Jiu, there would be nothing she could do except take precautions.
The next thing to discuss is giving a gift to Mu Qingchen. Originally, Father Qiao blurted out the words "a beautiful jade is presented to a gentleman", but giving jade in ancient times is different from giving jade in modern times. In modern times, gifts are given, while in ancient times, there are various requirements.
Finally, the meeting was adjourned. The three of them huddled in the living room, eating fruit and looking through useful comments, while Qiao Shinian was choosing gifts.
In the end, Qiao Shinian chose flowers made by a small clay shop in the same city, clay flowers with unique modern aesthetics, and bought a cake and gold ornaments for Wen Jiu as a birthday gift.
Faced with the limited goods he could bring each time, Father Qiao frowned and looked at the two items that Qiao Shinian had chosen, still feeling somewhat helpless: "Yo Yo, try not to bring these useless things in the future. Your ability is limited now, so you should bring more valuable things."
"Yes, I brought it. I always brought medicine before, but Wen Jiu's birthday is coming, so I won't do if I don't prepare a birthday present for him this year. And for Mu Qingchen, I think I should give him some different shocks." Qiao Shinian said seriously while holding the flowers.
"What will you do if he really has different feelings for you?" Father Qiao's palms were sweating as he asked this question.
Qiao Shinian shook his head seriously: "No, I will stop him from thinking this way. I don't want to use my feelings to exploit him, so he and I will only be friends!"
Father Qiao patted Qiao Shinian on the shoulder, feeling relieved but also worried: "Yoyo, Dad believes you can handle it, but you have to remember that sometimes taking advantage is also a way to become stronger."
Qiao Shinian was silent. She lowered her eyes and nodded: "Oh, I know, but it hasn't come to that yet."
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After confirming that Qiao Shinian was asleep, Wen Jiu got up and walked to the outer room. The world under the moonlight was not too dark. In the darkness of Mengkong, a human figure stood beside the table.
Wen Jiu put away all his gentle side and walked straight to the figure: "Who are you? Are you here to help me, or to monitor me?"
Those eyes fell on Wen Jiu, and remained silent for a long time.
Wen Jiu stopped asking questions and just raised his head slightly to look at the man with a resolute face and cold eyes, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well.
But when he stared at him for a long time, Wen Jiu noticed a hint of sadness in him.
"Did the emperor send you here?" Wen Jiu asked after noticing the emotions revealed by the man.
Still no answer.
"You came here on your own."
Wen Jiu seemed to be asking and answering his own questions. He looked the man up and down. The man was now like a ghost, with no sense of existence. Unlike before when he stood behind him and the cold light on his back could not be ignored.
It doesn't feel as oppressive as asking him to kill someone.
"My eyes don't look like my father's at all." Wen Jiu said to himself, "I heard that before my mother was forced to return to the palace with my father, she had a childhood sweetheart who was very skilled in martial arts."
Wen Jiu spoke very slowly, as if he was testing someone, and also as if he was gradually analyzing and narrating past events.
"I heard that the childhood sweetheart's family was destroyed because of her, and he died in the end. But based on the time I spent with my father, I can see that he is not a kind-hearted person who would easily let go of someone he hates. He will definitely make the best use of him.
So, I guess you are the childhood sweetheart, or someone who is directly related to him. My eyes are too similar to those of the mother who has always lived in resentment. Judging from your expression when you first saw me and the slight change in your eyes just now, you are the childhood sweetheart.
I have a question, do any of my grandparents have curly hair? My sister told me that my hair might be inherited from the previous generation, so one of my grandparents must be from another generation.
Wen Jiu lifted his hair with a playful look in his eyes. He spoke of his deceased mother without any respect, but instead seemed to be narrating the life of a stranger.
The man in the dark suddenly kicked Wen Jiu, but Wen Jiu reacted very quickly and not only dodged the kick, but also turned around and kicked him back with a flying knee. The moment he reacted to avoid it, Wen Jiu immediately followed up with a flying knee.
Unfortunately, he was avoided. Wen Jiu shrugged: "Thank you for your mercy."
"My name is Yu Changming. I will be responsible for teaching you from now on, Wen Jiu." Yu Changming felt a little upset. If he hadn't reacted quickly and been hit, it would have been very painful.
"No objection, so it seems that my previous guesses are all true." Wen Jiu and Yu Changming distanced themselves and looked into the house. "Then no matter what plans you have for me, I will only say one thing, you can't touch her. If you have murderous intentions towards her again, I will get rid of you first."
Wen Jiu smiled at Yu Changming after he finished speaking, "But I still thank you for arranging the people around me. Although they are of no great use, they are better than nothing."