Yang Hao could only stay in the study room for three days and read and write. In order to prevent him from sneaking away, Mrs. Zhang sent Qing'er to guard the gate of the yard. W㏏w    W√.

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CoM Qing'er is famously serious in the Hou Mansion. After receiving the order, she moved a chair and sat in the shade of the tree at the door to make needles and threads.

The autumn sun is warm and soft, and Yang Hao really couldn't bear to let down this good time. He asked someone to move the soft chair to the shade of the tree in the yard and whirlwind comfortably to read a book "The Essay against the Essay". (The Essay is Polo) Three days ago, the housekeeper of the Yingwang Mansion sent him an invitation post and invited him to participate in a game held in Xi Neiyuan on the fifth day of the October 20th. Yang Hao said that he was not in good health and could not go to the appointment. The housekeeper refused to accept it, and said that everyone would have fun together. Who can really play hard? He just rode a horse and turned around for a few laps and was sweating for happiness.

If he couldn't push it off, Yang Hao had to sharpen his gun at the last minute. First, he had to familiarize himself with the rules of the game as soon as possible. If he didn't have the skills, he could say that his body had not recovered and he would be suspicious if he didn't understand the rules. After he got familiar with the rules, he would ask a few friends to practice for a few games, and he would basically deal with it.

A gust of fragrant wind blew over her face. It was Xiaoyu. She wore a red peach blossom skirt and walked over gracefully. In the tray in her hand, there were two golden pears, which were Yang Hao’s favorite fruit. There was a short table of tea placed next to the soft chair. At this moment, there was a bowl of Yang Hao’s leftover tea on it. Xiaoyu packed up the tea bowl and cut the pears into thin slices with a knife made of jasmine.

While she was squatting and busy, Yang Hao was attracted by a piece of mutton fat jade pendant on her belt. Jade is the best jade, and it is very easy to carve. While she was not careful, Yang Hao quietly unbuttoned the thread buckle, hid the pendant in his sleeve, and then continued to flip through his book as if nothing had happened.

Xiaoyu saw it but was silent. She cut the pear and used bamboo sticks to pick up a piece and sent it to Yang Hao's mouth. The juice was so sweet that it was so sweet. Yang Hao cheered repeatedly, and he still couldn't finish eating seven pieces. He opened his mouth and came to ask for it again. Xiaoyu picked up a piece and sent it to his mouth, deliberately not put it in, which made Yang Hao's monkey come and snatch it.

Xiaoyu took advantage of the situation to catch Yang Hao's wrist, reached into his sleeve and found his jade pendant. She asked, "What do you say now when catching the thief and catching the stolen goods?"

Yang Hao pretended to be astonished: "Hey, how did your jade pendant run into my sleeves? It's so strange, it's so strange." After that, he sat up straight and turned over and over the bag and tossed, naturally he found nothing. Xiaoyu watched coldly, smiling without saying a word.

Yang Hao had been tossing enough, and reached his hand to Xiaoyu and said, "You can reach in and search again, maybe there is something inside." Xiaoyu smiled coldly and really reached out his hand. She pinched his arm hard.

"Oh!" Yang Hao grinned and his face was funny.

Qing'er, who was doing needlework at the door, heard something strange, looked up at this side. The little fish fermented Yang Hao's eyes, grabbed a few pears and stuffed them into Yang Hao's mouth. She deliberately said loudly: "I said no ice, you have to ice, don't you have ice?" Yang Hao replied loudly: "It's okay, it's not ice at all! It's just right to eat." The two of them sang and cooperated perfectly.

Qing'er still put down the needle and thread and walked over: "Dalang is weak, how can he eat iced food? How can he get hurt if he is injured?" He scolded Xiaoyu again: "Are you a wooden man? He is willful and you can't stop him!"

Qing'er was two years older than Xiaoyu. She entered the mansion three years ago. Because of her loyalty and diligent work, Mrs. Zhang was extremely favored by her, almost to the point of obeying her words. The maids in the mansion, including Xiaoyu, were all respectful to her.

Qing'er took away all the remaining pears, and Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue at her back and made a face. Yang Hao was so happy that he covered his mouth and laughed.

Xiaoyu gave Yang Hao a blank look, got up and went into the house, and Yang Hao hurriedly followed him in. He had not gone out the house these two days, but he was not idle either. Mrs. Zhang had sent someone to propose marriage to the Qi family. It is said that the Qi family had agreed and Qi Yu would pass the house in a few days. Yang Hao was curious about this wife who fell from the world. He couldn't wait to see her first. So he asked Xiaoyu to find her original personal entourage Xiao Si and asked him to help meet Qi Yu.

"Have you found him?"

"I found out, but I didn't see anyone." Xiaoyu took a feather duster and dusted the dust on the bookshelf while answering lazily, looking like he ignored him.

Yang Hao was so anxious that he seemed to be caught by a cat, but he did not dare to offend Xiaoyu. Now that he was restricted from his movements, he could not do anything without her help. I think what a gentle and obedient girl Xiaoyu was back then. In just one month, he was spoiled by him with a temper greater than that of the princess.

Looking at Xiaoyu's lukewarm face, Yang Hao couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"You make arrangements, I want to see him tomorrow." Yang Hao trembled as an airshot to be a master.

Xiaoyu immediately turned his face. She impatiently threw the feather duster on the table: "It has been arranged, Pingkangfang Yuhua Building, the first room of Jiazi on the second floor. Use one or two cents of silver." As she said that, she stretched out her hand with a cold face.

"What?" Yang Hao asked blankly.

"Silver! You said that you can't let your wife know about this, so I can't go to the account to ask for money, you have to pay for this money."

It was clearly Xiaoyu who was trying to make trouble for him, and Yang Hao felt angry. Isn’t it just a tael of silver? I’ll give it to you. Yang Hao thought hatefully, but when he looked through every pocket on his body, he couldn’t find a single one. He opened the drawer of the bookcase and still found nothing.

Xiaoyu looked at him mockingly.

Yang Hao was anxious. He took off his jade pendant from his belt and stuffed it into Xiaoyu's hand, and said, "This is worth one or two taels of silver for you. I will give you the remaining one in two days."

Xiaoyu slapped the jade pendant back into Yang Hao's hand with a cold face.

"What? It's not worth a tael of silver?"

"It's worth a thousand gold, I can't afford it."

"What can you afford to enjoy? A sword is given to a hero, and a beautiful jade is given to a beautiful woman." Yang Hao said sarcastically in his heart.

Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly flushed. She put the jade pendant on the table and carried out a box with mahogany wrapped copper corners from the closet. She opened it and it was filled with silver ingots of large and small.

Xiaoyu picked up a piece of money casually: "There are 943 taels and 8 coins in this box, which are pocket money that you don't need normally, and I'll save it for you. You have to pay back my money, that's enough."

As he said that, Xiaoyu untied his purse, counted a handful of copper coins from it, and counted it while saying, "I'll pay you back the change, and we should not owe anyone." As he said that, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Yang Hao grabbed her hand, grabbed the money she had poured on the table and put it in the box, and then pushed the box to Xiaoyu: "It will give you some care. From now on, yours will be mine, and mine will be yours."

Xiaoyu's eyes turned from a flush and a rain of tears. She wiped her tears while complaining: "You shouldn't say such things. You are the master and I am the slave. It is natural for us to listen to the master's words. It is our kindness to the master to be good to us. It is our blessing to us. It is my blessing to us. It is my ungrateful to me. I don't know how to do good to you. Why should I do my best to you..."

Yang Hao's heart was so heartbroken by Xiaoyu's cry. He took out his handkerchief and stuffed it into Xiaoyu's hand. He said impatiently, "Okay, okay, you are not allowed to say such words again in the future. Although the master and servant status have been determined, you ask yourself, when will I treat you as a slave in the past month? I spoiled you and gave in to you, and I will get these heartbreaking words? Today's things are caused by me, so I will accompany you. But your temper should also be changed. Is it so difficult to ask you for a favor?"

"What's the matter if you score a score?" Xiaoyu said lightly biting his lips, glanced at Yang Hao shyly, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.

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Chapter completed!