Waking up with a baby

"Ah."

Youqing sat on the stone steps, covered her mouth and sneezed, and then came to trouble Mrs. Zhao again.Mrs. Zhao looked at his thin summer shirt, pushed him away a little, touched You Qingsheng's hand, then frowned and asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Did you catch a cold?"

The young master immediately asked as if facing an enemy: "Do you want someone to invite a doctor to come up the mountain?"

Youqing glanced at him, and said suspiciously: "Daddy, are you really not whispering bad things about me?"

Master You slapped him on the forehead, and You Qing frowned and complained to Mrs. Zhao: "Mother, look, Daddy not only whispered bad things about me, but also beat me in front of you."

He still thought it wasn't enough, so he added embellishment: "It hurts!"

The young master said angrily: "Why do you hurt, I didn't even use my strength."

Youqing ignored him, just clutched her white forehead, and pretended to be pitiful with all her heart, "Mother."

"You have to provoke him a few times before you're willing to give up?" Mrs. Zhao gouged out a look at the young master, then turned around to see Youqing who was gloating with his eyes bent, and gently pinched his face, "And you. Does taking care of your father and being scolded a few times make you feel uncomfortable?"

You Qing muttered, "It's because Daddy is so annoying."

Mrs. Zhao laughed, and rubbed his forehead a few times, "You are the one who knows how to beat him up."

Young Master has a lot of adults, so he doesn't care about it like You Qing.The Zhao family coaxed Youqing softly, so he found the monk in charge of Guiyuan Temple, and expressed his intention to contribute money to repair the temple, and wanted to accumulate good fortune for Youzhi and Youqing.

The monk in charge hesitated and said, "I am afraid that it will cost a lot of money to repair Guiyuan Temple."

The young master rubbed his fingers and smiled, "Our family is so poor that all we have left is money."

With such a generous hand, the young master has transformed from a "donor" to a "young and good man" in the monk's mouth.He also mentioned Youqing's physical discomfort, and the monk in charge suggested: "There are still a few unused guest rooms in the temple. If you don't mind, you can take your son there for a rest."

The young master agreed immediately.He happily walked back, intending to take Youqing and his wife to sleep in the guest room, but suddenly he heard someone say: "Yue Zhang."

The tone was very light, without any ups and downs.

The young master forced a smile, "My son-in-law."

Rao is the young master who secretly told Xiao Qing a lot about Xue Bai, and when he saw Xue Bai, he couldn't help feeling that he was really a god.It's a pity that the gold and jade are outside, and the ruins are inside. This prince has no intention of governing, and his nature is indifferent to the extreme, as if he was born with pure six senses, without desires and desires.

Their young Qing wants to be pampered, this Xue Bai doesn't seem to love others, whether it is the young master or Mrs. Zhao, there is only one thought——

We must reconcile!

The young master asked as if nothing had happened: "Why is my son-in-law here?"

Xue Bai said calmly: "The mountain is clean, so I came here to stay for a few days."

"It's not too hot on this mountain, so it's suitable for escaping the summer heat." The young master agreed casually.After a while, he said implicitly: "Your good son-in-law, don't worry about me, I just came to this mountain for a stroll, since you want to be pure, then I won't bother you."

But Xue Bai said, "No problem."

"Just now I saw Qingqing and his mother-in-law in the main hall, and I went with my father-in-law."

"..."

Young master couldn't refuse, so he could only say insincerely: "Madam and Qingqing must be very happy to see you."

Whether You Qing will be happy, he doesn't know, the young master only knows that his wife is determined not to be happy when seeing Xue Bai, as for who the anger will be directed at, the young master murmurs in his heart just thinking about it.

This is unfortunate.

Sure enough, when Zhao saw the young master who had returned, he first asked him: "What did the master say?" Then he saw Xue Bai, who was tall and tall, paused for a while, and his light eyes swept over the young master. He said nonchalantly: "Coincidentally, the prince is also in Guiyuan Temple."

Xue Bai nodded slightly, looking down at You Qing who was holding his face.

Lord?

Youqing blinked and asked curiously: "You are..."

Mrs. Zhao patted You Qing, and said with a smile: "The prince is here, what are you talking about sitting here?"

The young master hurriedly said: "I said Qingqing was not feeling well, the monk in the temple asked him to rest in the wing first."

Xue Bai asked You Qing: "What's wrong?"

Just as Youqing was about to open his mouth, Zhao patted him again, and Youqing turned his head to look strangely, Zhao said without changing his face: "It's windy on the mountain, and he's wearing thin clothes, he must have caught a cold."

Youqing said: "I'm just the way up the mountain..."

The young master also chimed in: "Since I was a child, I like to torture people. Every three days, my head either hurts here or itches there. If I refuse to give people peace, I am more annoying than anyone else."

Youqing glanced at Mrs. Zhao, then at Young Master, puffing up her face sullenly.

They just won't allow themselves to talk!

"My daughter has seen the prince."

You Qing was poking the young master's belly unhappily, and Zhuang Qiutong and Lu Yan also came to Guiyuan Temple.Zhuang Qiutong caught a glimpse of Xue Bai, let go of Lu Yan's hand, and quickly bowed her head in a salute. Her complexion was fair, and at this moment she was panting softly, her brows were furrowed, and she naturally felt a little soft and helpless.

Zhuang Qiutong said softly to Youqing: "...and the princess."

"Cousin, your complexion is so bad, are you alright?" Lu Yan said worriedly, "Your health is not good, so you have to be brave to go up the mountain by yourself, and you don't want to sit in a sedan chair. You have to be sincere when you come to Guiyuan Temple to pray for blessings."

As she said that, she glanced at Youqing inexplicably, "But even the princess goes up the mountain in a sedan chair."

Zhuang Qiutong smiled, "The princess is a noble person, so she is naturally different from us."

Zhao frowned slightly.

Youqing muttered in a low voice: "They both have two eyes and one nose, what's the difference?"

Xue Bai raised his brows, and looked at Youqing with dark pupils, and Youqing covered his mouth belatedly, pretending that he hadn't made a sound.Xue Bai stared at him for a few moments, then suddenly raised his hand and placed it on Youqing's forehead, and said flatly, "It's just a cold, I haven't had a fever yet."

"I didn't catch a cold." You Qing finally caught the opportunity to speak, and he corrected: "It's just that the mountain road is too difficult to walk, and the sedan chair makes me uncomfortable."

Xue Bai patted his head naturally.

Seeing this, the young master said, "cough cough cough."

Lu Yan asked suspiciously: "Princess, since the mountain road is so difficult, why is it you who suffer, and not the bearer who carries the sedan chair? It should be more difficult for them to carry you up the mountain."

She smiled harmlessly at Youqing, "These bearers are tired of life, it's really not easy."

Xue Bai glanced over with a faint look.

Lu Yan said sarcastically again: "Princess Wang is really a noble person."

The limbs are not working, moaning without illness.

Zhao Shi, who was watching coldly, couldn't stand any longer, she sneered, "My son is a princess, so he is naturally a noble person."

After all, Mrs. Zhao summoned the two sedan chair bearers who had not yet left, and asked, "The mountain road is rough, do you think it's hard work to carry the sedan chair?"

The two bearers came over and waved their hands quickly when they heard the words, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

"I am used to going up and down the mountain on weekdays, not to mention that the princess is generous and kind-hearted. Not only did the little people rest on the road many times, but she also rewarded this." One of the bearers grinned, and he carefully took out a few pieces from his waist. A piece of delicate gold leaf, "In the future, when the princess and his wife come to Guiyuan Temple, let the villains send you up the mountain again. These gold leaves are too precious, and the villains have nothing to repay. The eyes of a nobleman."

Mrs. Zhao nodded in satisfaction, casually took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, gave it to the bearer who was talking, and said slowly: "No, you are just asking for a living."

As soon as she went up the mountain, Mrs. Zhao recognized that the gold leaf on the waist of the bearer was young and clear.The young master likes to provoke people to jump in front of him, and he dotes on him in private no less than Zhao's. In addition to making a lot of gold leaves for Xiaoqing to play with, small things like gold beads and glazed beads are It was for him to pass the time.

To this day, Xiao Qing only knows that these gadgets can be exchanged for money, but does not know how much they are worth or how valuable they are, so he often digs out a few small gold beads from his purse and exchanges them with street vendors for candied haws and candied haws. Mr. Young and Mrs. Zhao never reprimanded him for the snacks that made him covetous. After all, those families are really poor, and the most important thing their Young family lacks is money.

It's just that the family has raised a boy who spreads money.

But Mrs. Zhao didn't let it go, she turned her head to stare at Lu Yan, and said with a half-smile: "Has this young lady understood? The bearers have worked hard, but my son didn't treat them harshly, let alone... just Even they themselves don't agree with Miss's fight against injustice."

Lu Yan was humiliated like this, and she almost called out angrily, "Cousin!"

Zhuang Qiutong didn't say anything to comfort her, but said apologetically: "Yan'er has always been reckless, and she unintentionally offended the princess and madam, and I hope madam will not care about her."

Mrs. Zhao said with deep meaning: "Of course I won't argue with her, after all, it wasn't me who was really bumped into."

Zhuang Qiutong said to Lu Yan, "Yan'er, you should apologize to the princess."

Lu Yan stomped her feet, "Cousin, how can you face outsiders?"

Zhuang Qiutong frowned, "Lu Yan, don't be willful."

Seeing this, Lu Yan could only bite her lip.She and Zhuang Qiutong looked at each other for a long time, and finally confessed to Youqing reluctantly: "Princess, I have offended you a lot before, and I hope that there are many princesses, so don't take it to heart."

Youqing had never faced such a big scene before, and he was a little entangled. He quietly asked the young master: "Daddy, she has praised me like this, should I continue to hold grudges?"

Before Young Master answered, Xue Bai had already asked You Qing: "Hate her?"

Xiaoqing nodded hurriedly.

Xue Bai looked at him sideways, "Then keep remembering."

Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear the sight of these two being too close, and she didn't have any intention to deal with Lu Yan after seeing this, even though she was obviously not convinced.Zhao said in a calm tone, "Go to the guest room."

Youqing said happily: "Mother is too powerful."

Mrs. Zhao pinched his face, "In the future, if someone bullies you, you have to learn to deal with them submissively."

You Qing fell down and complained: "It's so difficult."

Then he said softly and coquettishly: "With my mother and Ah Zi here, no one can bully me!"

Zhao said with a smile: "You, you are born to be rich and honored, so you don't need to worry about everything yourself."

After about half a stick of incense, they came to the guest room mentioned by the monk in charge.The courtyard is deep, and there is a young monk standing by the mouth of the well, with a little cinnabar between his brows, and his color is rosy. I don't know how long he has been waiting.The monk saluted Xue Bai, and then asked softly, "You are a good man?"

He looked at the passers-by one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Youqing, "The poor monk knows a little about the art of distorting the yellow, and my uncle told me that someone was caught in the cold, so I specially told the poor monk to come and have a look."

The author has something to say: Young Qingqing→Not only is it difficult to raise, but it will also eat money.