After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields Chapter 698

"return."

Qin Yao's two words successfully made Liu Ji, who was ready to take a fork.

“Madam~” Liu Ji glared at Awang angrily, but he did not dare to disobey Madam. He stopped where he was and neither advanced nor retreated.

Qin Yao ignored him, got up and came to Awang, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know who the mysterious master is who protects Wang Jin?"

Awang nodded, "If I guessed correctly, it should be the one next to the Holy Queen."

Which one?

Liu Ji came forward curiously and stopped asking, "Awang, who are you talking about? Why is he related to the Queen again?"

Awang pondered for a moment and said slowly in a recalling tone: "There are actually not many people in Beijing who have such ability. The scope has been narrowed down to the point where Wang Jin can come into contact and have a relationship with him, then there are only Next two."

Having said this, Awang turned to Qin Yao, looking like he was hesitating to speak.

Qin Yao understood and pointed at Liu Ji, "You, go make dinner."

"Why?" Liu Ji retorted subconsciously, glaring at Awang, "I am the master, you go and cook!"

Awang: “.”

“Liu Ji, don't force me to slap you.” Qin Yao narrowed her eyes impatiently.

Liu Ji shrank his neck, he didn't dare to resist. He would never dare to resist in this life. He could only put it down and go back to the kitchen to cook.

He glanced at Qin Yao resentfully and turned back three times at a time, hoping to hear her say what she just said again - come back.

However, no.

After confirming that there was no third person here, Awang's expression changed obviously, his whole face collapsed, and he said seriously:

“A man came to Kuanzhengfang last night. He was the master who captured me alive and followed me all the way to keep an eye on me and not allow me to commit suicide.”

“That man never showed his true face, and I don't know his gender, but there was a kind of fragrance about him. Late last night, this man flew over the roof of our house, and the direction he went to was the Wang's house in the opposite lane.”

At that time, he thought he had been exposed, and he was frightened for a while, but he didn't expect it to be a false alarm.

The next thought, if someone were to come to his house, his wife would have sat up in shock long ago. It was because he felt guilty and frightened.

Qin Yao slept very well last night, and she was really not as alert as Awang.

After all, no one in the imperial capital is watching her.

asked curiously: "What kind of fragrance is it?"

A Wang had a hard-to-speak expression and said, "It's the aroma of meat buns."

“Huh? He likes to eat meat buns?” Qin Yao raised her eyebrows curiously. This expert is quite down-to-earth.

Awang nodded. That man followed him all the way out of Kyoto. For several months along the way, he could always smell the smell of meat buns.

For him, the smell has been engraved into his body, and when he smells it, his body becomes nervous subconsciously.

Qin Yao glanced at Awang sympathetically, "So, when our family eats meat buns, isn't it very painful for you?"

“It's okay.” Awang said stiffly and didn't want to admit it.

Qin Yao patted him on the shoulder, "That should be it. I recommended Wang Jin to find the Queen. That day he said it was impossible, but it seemed that he still bowed to reality."

Ngawang asked in surprise: "Madam, how did you know that the Holy Queen would help?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly and looked at him. Is there any need to say this?

Awang slapped his head, yes, King Feng sent him to assassinate the Holy Queen. This feud has been settled long ago.

Now that she has caught Prince Feng's pigtails, how could she let go of this great opportunity?

“Stop talking, let's go eat.” She was hungry.

Awang took a look at the sparse vegetable patch. Is this the result of Madam's busy afternoon?

“Come on, what are you looking at?” Qin Yao turned around and urged.

Awang quickly suppressed the shock in his eyes, nodded and followed.

Sighed in his heart, he had to **** twice more himself. Tonight's dinner was cooked carelessly, reflecting the dissatisfaction of the cook.

But no one cares.

Liu Ji poked at the white rice in the bowl and muttered silently: I'm so angry! I'm furious!

The rainy season has arrived in Kyoto.

It rained again during the night and did not stop until early morning.

The sky is gray and makes people feel unenergetic.

Liu Ji couldn't hold on any longer. He couldn't get up to read in the early morning and fell asleep.

He didn't get up until the four brothers and sisters of Dalang went to school carrying their bookcases and carrying umbrellas with the neighborhood children.

Today, the carriage of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion stopped outside early.

Liu Ji lazily ate two bites of the steamed buns that Awang made early in the morning. He teased the coachman, and then got into the carriage under the glare of the coachman who dared not say anything.

Sikong Jian didn't seem to have to go to court in the morning, so today he stood on the porch and watched him making breakfast.

Liu Ji was in a happy mood thinking that his wife would come to pick him up from work in the afternoon.

Humming a song, I made the teacher's breakfast and my own snacks, brought them into the room, and ate and laughed with the teacher.

Today Gong Liangliao did not say again that "Sikong Jian and dogs are not allowed to enter".

So Sikong Jian sat down at the Eight Immortals table in the room, talking to himself about some changes in the court and the speculations of the mysterious master.

No one said anything to him, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Gong Liangxiao who had already eaten, and asked with a smile: "Teacher, who is helping Wang Jin behind the scenes?"

Gong Liangliao snorted coldly, "I can't even go out, but the Imperial Preceptor asks me about things outside. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

“Teacher, you are so humble.” Sikong Jian said firmly, “With the teacher's ability, even if you don't leave home, you still know the world's trends very well.”

Gong Liangliao: “I don't know.”

He winked at Liu Ji and said, "San'er, bring me the pen and ink. Let me see if your handwriting has improved."

It doesn't match Si Kongjian's words at all.

Liu Ji responded with a sigh of relief and glanced at Sikong Jian proudly, looking confident and arrogant.

Sikong Jian frowned. He was so scared to death yesterday that he escaped from the Imperial Prefect's Mansion without even riding in the carriage.

Are you not afraid today?

Didn't Sun Jiang say that Liu Ji actually has little weight in front of his fierce wife who is extremely powerful?

Looking at Liu Ji sitting in front of the book desk and writing seriously, Sikong Jian couldn't help but be a little curious.

Could it be that he is a good hand at handwriting that is why the teacher treats him so favorably?

Sikong Jian stood up and walked over. Liu Ji immediately raised his head warily, "What are you doing?"

Sikong Jian did not answer. The entire Imperial Prefecture was his territory. How could he be so polite in his own home?

Hand out directly to pick up the rice paper in front of Liu Ji, he looked down and couldn't control his expression, so he frowned in disgust.

"It's really ugly." He dropped the paper and mocked, "It seems that the teacher is old and his eyesight is also blurred."

Without waiting for Liu Ji to refute loudly, he flicked his sleeves and left Puyuan.

This intimate scene between master and disciple is better left out of sight!

"What kind of vision? My handwriting is obviously very good." Liu Ji looked at his handwriting and gave a loud grunt at someone's leaving figure.

Gong Liangxiao smiled.

It turns out that when people are speechless, they really laugh. (End of chapter)

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