Zhao Yanping looked at the delicate Gillian. Gillian lowered her head and looked at her embroidered shoes shyly with watery eyes.

The two were stunned for a while until Cui Niang poked her head out of the kitchen and said excitedly to Zhao Yanping: "The official is back. What are the cases in the yamen today?"

Cui Niang has a lively personality and likes lively. She is detained in the Zhao family all day long. Cui Niang likes the most is to pester the official and talk about those cases. For Cui Niang, listening to the official and telling the case is like listening to the teacher’s storytelling. Although the official’s expressionless face will not use some exaggerated tone to cheer up his appetite, the actual case is more attractive than those random stories.

Cui Niang is just twelve years old and looks younger than her actual age. Zhao Yanping has always regarded her as a child. Cui Niang wants to listen to the case, so Zhao Yanping will pick the kind of trivial things to tell her, but now that there is a Gillian at home, Zhao Yanping suddenly feels awkward.

"There is nothing happening in the yamen today." Zhao Yanping said to Cui Niang.

Cui Niang was very disappointed. Seeing that Jiao picked up the washbasin and wanted to serve the official, Cui Niang continued to cook.

"I'll do it myself." Zhao Yanping wanted to take the basin from her hand, and he was indeed used to doing these things by himself.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao came out.

Gillian turned her back to the main hall and secretly gave Zhao Yanping a wink. If the official did not allow her to serve her, the old lady would definitely scold her.

Zhao Yanping knew the old lady better than her, so he had no choice but to give up.

Gillian went to the kitchen to scoop water.

Old Mrs. Zhao is not as sensible as her grandson in matters around her, but no one can compare to her when it comes to caring about her grandson.

Old Mrs. Zhao narrowed her eyes and looked up and down, suddenly frowned, pointed at her grandson's boots and asked, "Where are you going to handle the case today? Look at your boots mud spots."

Zhao Yanping looked down and saw that there were indeed many mud spots on the boots, all of which were stepped on in Dapan Village.

Cui Niang heard the voice of Mrs. Zhao and immediately came out again: "The official has gone to handle the case? Then why did you lie to me that there is no case?"

Old Mrs. Zhao glared at her: "Go and cook your meal quickly. The official will eat after washing his face!"

Cui Niang pouted and shrank back.

The kitchen was full of the fragrance of stuffed cakes. Ah Jiao was hungry when she smelled it, so she carefully carried half a basin of water.

Old Mrs. Zhao pointed to the backyard and said, "You officials are all washing in the backyard, you can help him wipe his back."

Zhao Yanping immediately said, "Just wash your face, don't wipe your back today."

Old Mrs. Zhao raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "You kid like to be clean the most. When you come back from running outside in winter, you have to wipe your back with cold water. Today, you are so tired, why don't you use it? Are you not afraid that you will get sweaty when you sleep at night and will smell Gillian?"

This question was like a continuous cannon, and Zhao Yanping was speechless.

Gillian was even more tactful and silently walked past the middle of the grandparents and grandchildren with a basin and went to the backyard.

Old Mrs. Zhao walked up to her grandson, pulled her sleeve and smelled it, and said disgustingly: "Go and wipe it quickly, and change the clothes in the middle later."

The sun is still shining brightly in the September sun in Jiangnan, and it would be strange if you run around like Zhao Yanping and don’t sweat.

Under the sharp gaze of Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Yanping had to go to the backyard.

Gillian put the washbasin on the bench under the wall behind the east house. I think this is where the official usually cleanses.

Seeing Zhao Yanping coming, Gillian lowered her head and put on a wet wipe, and then stood by like a real concubine, waiting to serve her husband.

Zhao Yanping whispered: "I'll move the stool inside."

When the door is closed, the old lady can only listen to the sound and can't see anything.

Gillian lowered her eyes and said with flushed cheeks: "The official used to not wash in the house, but now she has suddenly changed her habits. Can the old lady be unsuspecting? Besides, if you wash in the house, it makes the floor full of water, and it is uncomfortable to step on it."

Zhao Yanping wanted to speak but stopped.

Ajiao's head lowered and she whispered: "I know what the official means, but I have long recognized him. If you ask me to be a concubine, I will be a concubine for you. If you are determined to find a sister, then I will be a maid for the official first, and wait until your brother and sister are reunited... In short, unless the official looks down on me and doesn't want me, Ajiao will be yours for life and death in this life."

Zhao Yanping's throat moved, she, what did she think?

Gillian didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to see what his expression was, for fear that he would still have the idea of ​​finding a good man for her, and was unhappy that she was lying to him.

"Are you taking off your robe by yourself, or will I help you?" Jiao Jiao walked around behind him and muttered softly, "After the official, the old lady is coming."

Zhao Yanping's mind was in chaos, but he still untied his outer robe and middle robe. He took off the two pieces and threw them on a smooth large stone next to him that could be used as a chair, revealing his strong and broad back and narrow waist. He was the headmaster, with his face exposed on the sun, his hands were tanned, but his back was born white.

Gillian's body is snow-white, he is jade-white.

As early as when he started to untied his robes, Gillian's heart thumped up like a deer. When the broad man's back was really presented to her, it was so close that a man's breath mixed with the smell of sweat came to her face, as if he was holding her in his arms. Gillian's face turned red and her legs became weak, as if she had received some medicine.

Zhao Yanping looked back and saw that he had reached this point. He could only continue, bent down and supported his hands in the basin, lifted water to wash his arms.

Gillian didn't move for a long time, Zhao Yanping turned his head slightly and said, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Ajiao came to her senses and hurriedly helped him wipe his back. She needed to use force to wipe his back. For the sake of exercising strength, Ajiao held a towel in her right hand and tremblingly supported the official's shoulder with her left hand.

Like a weak and delicate petals falling gently on the hard twisted branches, the twisted branches suddenly became tighter and harder, which scared Gillian's hand shrank and was at a loss.

Zhao Yanping rudely pulled water to wash his face, neck, and arms, and finished it in one go. He turned around and didn't look at Ah Jiao, and directly snatched away the towel from her hand, shouting: "Slowly lose some strength, I'll do it myself, you go to the house to get a suit of clothes."

He suddenly had an attack. Gillian thought the official was really clumsy, and was immediately scared away from shame. His little face turned pale, and he was afraid of the official's anger. He turned around and went to the east room to get clothes.

Old Mrs. Zhao sat at the dining table and glared at Jiao with a "useless" look.

Gillian moved quickly and came back in a white shirt.

Zhao Yanping was still trying to wipe his legs, and said with his back bare shirtless, "You go in first and bring the back door."

His tone was stern. Gillian did not dare to disobey him, so he did as he did.

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she suddenly wondered whether her grandson was thin-skinned and didn't want to call A Jiao to see her, or was she still resisting the woman?

Gillian sat on the lower right head of Mrs. Zhao like she did something wrong.

Cui Niang came in with supper. A large pot of pies may contain about twenty pies, a pot of loofah soup, and three pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

"Old lady, these long strips are meat stuffing, and the round ones are green onion stuffing."

Before leaving, Cui Niang explained.

When Ajiao heard this, she looked at the basin curiously and found that more than a dozen pieces were long and only eight round. However, this basin of cakes could be eaten until tomorrow night, not a meal.

After Cui Niang left, Old Mrs. Zhao first picked up two pieces of meat pie into her grandson's bowl, and then picked up a piece of green onion pie for her and Ah Jiao.

The green onion stuffing is also very fragrant. Gillian suppressed her saliva and asked Mrs. Zhao: "Old lady, Cui Niang is so young, you teach her cooking skills. You are so amazing."

This flattery made Old Mrs. Zhao very useful, although Cui Niang's pasta skills had nothing to do with her.

"The official likes to eat stuffed cakes the most. You go and learn from Cui Niang when you are idle." said Mrs. Zhao.

Gillian nodded.

At this time, the north gate was pushed open, and Zhao Yanping came in wearing a shirt, and a majestic aura suddenly became more in the main room.

Gillian lowered her head guiltily.

Zhao Yanping looked at her and sat opposite her with great force. He was thirsty and put the two filling cakes in the bowl back into the basin, scooped up a bowl of loofah soup nine minutes full, held it up with one hand, and swallowed it with a gurgling gulp.

Gillian had never seen anyone drinking soup like this before. She raised her head in surprise and saw that half of the face of the official was blocked by the big sea bowl, only a pair of flying sword eyebrows and thick eyelashes were exposed. I wonder if Gillian was afraid of him, but she actually felt that the official's eyelashes were thicker than ordinary people. They were harder and would never remind people of feminine ejaculation.

The official drank soup in big mouthfuls, and the Adam's apple in the middle of his neck rolled around like a small mechanism.

Gillian thought of her cousin Zhu Shiyu next door.

The official is twenty-four years old, and his cousin is twenty, but the appearance of the two is very different. The official is tall and tall, his cousin is thin and short, his majestic and upright, and his cousin is gloomy and crooked. When she saw the official rolling Adam's apple when drinking water, she felt full of masculinity, but her cousin's little Adam's apple only made her feel disgusted.

Zhao Yanping finished drinking.

Gillian hurriedly withdrew his gaze before he put down the bowl.

"What case did you do when you are so thirsty?" Not only did Cui Niang want to hear the story, but Old Mrs. Zhao also liked to listen to it.

Zhao Yanping was so hungry that he didn't want to say anything, so he picked up a stuffing cake from the basin and finished it with several bites.

Old Mrs. Zhao was shocked. How could she be hungry when she was eating so quickly?

Next, Zhao Yanping ate five pieces of pie at a rate of five or six bites. After the fifth piece, he finally felt comfortable. He scooped half a bowl of soup for himself and slowly started drinking it. Then, Zhao Yanping suddenly noticed that the old lady and Gillian had not started eating yet.

"Eat, see what I do?" Zhao Yanping frowned and urged.

Gillian immediately lowered her head to have a meal.

While eating, Old Mrs. Zhao asked her grandson: "What case are you doing today? You are so hungry that you haven't eaten for eight hundred years."

Gillian raised her ears and glanced at the opposite side.

Zhao Yanping saw it and ate the cake, briefly talked about the case of Dapan Village.

He said it too much, and Mrs. Zhao didn't understand: "How did you guess that Old Man Zhang hid his grandson?"

Zhao Yanping had to explain his judgment process. First, they were surrounded by Zheng Blacksmith's door. Zheng Blacksmith's wife could still be distracted from cleaning up the firewood in front of the stove, not like those who were worried about being caught by the arrester. Secondly, there had not been human traffickers in the area of ​​Dapan Village for decades, and it was unlikely that Sanlang would fall into the hands of human traffickers. Finally, it was Dalang and Erlang's narrative that allowed Zhao Yanping to fully understand the situation of the Zhang family, especially Old Man Zhang's suspicious behavior.

The old lady wanted to hear it, but Gillian didn't want to scream. It was so shameful, as if she was stealing someone under the eyes of the official.

After a while, Zhao Yanping came back. Seeing that although Gillian had hung up the bed, the person was still sitting outside. He looked at him with a complicated look on his face. Zhao Yanping closed the door, walked to the bed, and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong?"

Gillian lowered her head, and with one hand around her long hanging hair, she asked indescribably: "Official, will she come over tonight, the old lady?"

Zhao Yanping didn't know, and he didn't care. He sat on the bed between a distance and said, "Let's just sleep, don't care about her."

Gillian bit her lip and her voice became even lower: "Then, what should the old lady do if she suspects?"

Zhao Yanping subconsciously said: "I doubt anything, that's not something I have to do every night."

After saying that, Zhao Yanping realized something was wrong, and Ah Jiao next to her had already hid in the inner side of the bed like a deer, and buried her face in the pillow with shame.
Chapter completed!