Xiaobo walked over, reached out to hold Xu Qilin's shoulders, looked at the drawing on the paper, and said, "Is that an old man or a child, like a child, why are he having a beard?"

Xu Qilin laughed and said, "This is called the Q version. The deformation and exaggeration of the comics are mainly caused by a big head and big eyes, and a cute painting genre."

Xiaobo couldn't understand it, but he just found it interesting. After reading the words, he recognized it, as if he was telling a story.

"Xu Xiaolang, based on your family background, why don't there be maids?" Xiaobo saw Xu Qilin's eyes slightly closed, as if he was enjoying his own massage, so he asked tentatively.

Xu Qilin hummed twice and said lazily: "There are maids and servants in Chang'an's mansion, both of whom are older. A few days ago, I found a maid as old as you for my younger sister, who is also a playmate. Well, I also thought about finding two maids to serve tea and water by my side, and I don't have time to see it yet!"

Oh, Xiaobo rolled up his sleeves and worked harder.

Xu Qilin enjoyed it for a while, raised his hand and said, "It's good, it feels good. If you take a break, I have to draw two more pages."

Xiaobo stopped and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.

Xu Qilin turned his head and looked at it, and smiled and said, "There is sour plum soup over there. If you like to drink it, go and pour it."

Xiaobo nodded and was about to walk away when Xu Qilin called her again.

"What's going on with the injury on your arm?" Xu Qilin frowned and pointed, "It doesn't seem like it's new, it's not the guys who hit him yesterday, right?"

Xiaobo's expression was immediately gloomy, and he silently tidied his sleeves to cover the scars. After a while, he said quietly: "It was a fake mother who beat me. Because I'm too stupid, I can't learn that word."

The fake mother is the madam, and the prostitute under his command is also called "fake girl", which is similar to the name of goddaughter.

Some fake mothers bought some pretty little girls who looked like fair-looking, and they trained piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, and poetry since childhood, hoping to become a money tree with both sexes and arts when they grow up.

But it is rare to buy Hu’s training since childhood. Xu Qilin also has to admire his fake mother for being imaginative, but she is even more pity for Xiaobo’s misfortune.

It’s good that they are bad people, it’s good to speak Chinese. If you ask her to learn poetry, wouldn’t it be a big deal to put it on the shelves? Looking at Xiaobo’s appearance, you will know that she has suffered a lot and has been beaten and scolded a lot.

Xu Qilin asked guessingly: "Then is this medicine to be used to treat the wound?"

Xiaobo nodded and said, "It was Sister Yiyi who bought it for me, and only she loves me and takes care of me. Others are not good to me, either beating or making fun of me."

Xu Qilin forced a smile and said, "You can eat the fruits over there as well. You can stay temporarily. You are a guest or a maid, so you don't have to be polite."

Xiaobo smiled so hard that he showed a few white teeth. He walked over and poured another bowl of sour plum soup, sat down and drank slowly, and looked up from time to time to look at Xu Qilin who was working hard again.

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What exactly can the Soul-Retaining Order do?

Since Xu Qilin remembered that this thing was accidentally snatched from a cow's head or a horse's face during a fight in the underworld, he began to think about its use.

According to his guess, the mantra behind the token should be a spell. If you add a name to the chant, you should be able to "detain" a soul.

But what's the use of "detaining" the soul? It's not a cow's head, it's their job.

Another way to think, this soul-retaining order does not appear as a substance in one's body, but in his body. Wouldn't the soul-retaining one also be attached to him, just like the folk saying "the body of a ghost".

When Xu Qilin thought of this, he did not dare to try it easily. Although he could feel the soul-retaining order in his body with consciousness, as if it was shining and turning in his head, he did not dare to recite a spell.

Not far away, Xiaobo was playing in the children's playground that had not been completely built, and laughed happily from time to time.

This may be the few times she had relaxed and played. She had been in the village for three days, and had good food and drink, was not teased, and was beaten and scolded. Xiaobo finally replied to some of the happiness she should have at that age.

Wu Song walked quickly from the front, handed a letter in front of Xu Qilin, and said, "Alang, the little lady sent someone to deliver it."

Little sister, I'm really not lazy!

Xu Qilin opened the letter and frowned while reading it. It turned out that it was not urging the update, but calling the police. It has been almost a month since the old lady finally remembered him and was going to check the post!

There was no choice but to go back. With such a long time of freedom and happiness, it actually exceeded Xu Qilin's original expectations.

Going back is going back, but not leaving immediately. Xu Qilin decided to leave tomorrow because he had to explain some work clearly.

Xiaobo was called to the front, and Xu Qilin told her that there was something wrong at home and that she would go back to Chang'an tomorrow. If Tang Yiyi didn't come to pick her up today, she would ask her to go back with her. When she arrived in Chang'an, she would send someone to inform Tang Yiyi.

Lost and melancholy immediately enveloped Xiaobo's face. Although he didn't say anything, he no longer had the intention of playing and playing.

Looking at Xiaobo's depressed look made Xu Qilin regret it. Why can't I tell this little girl at night so that she can continue to play happily?

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The seesaw and swing were already set up on the lawn. Xiao Zhao and Aizi played for a while, picked up the racket and played badminton made of cork through a net.

The laughter and joy of the two little girls did not disturb Xu Hui under the shade of the tree. Or rather, she was holding the draft of advice written by her younger brother, which made her look fascinated.

From the consistency between the lines and the traces of smearing, Xu Hui could see that this was just a draft.

But looking at this draft, the structure is clear and the analysis is reasonable. Xu Hui thought that if you sort it out and revise it, it can be written as a letter of advice.

Why don't you give it up?

Xu Hui frowned slightly, guessing Xu Qilin's thoughts. Could it be that he presented the sand table and three-dimensional territory map with confidence, and the rewards he received disappointed him and was not enthusiastic?

Couldn't this be the case?

Xu Hui shook her head gently, feeling that this possibility is not very high. For a twelve-year-old child, hundreds of pieces of brocade and ninth-rank scattered officials are not satisfied?

After thinking about it, Xu Hui felt that my younger brother was not unenthusiastic, but was waiting. He had just received the reward and was awarded again, but the interval was indeed too short and hope was not very large.

After consciously guessing the younger brother's thoughts, Xu Hui smiled and said to herself: This kid is thinking a lot! When he is summoned into the palace, he must speak carefully.

At this moment, His Majesty Li Er appeared at the door of the back hall. Seeing Little Shizi jumping and waving his arms, laughing constantly, I couldn't help but feel happy.
Chapter completed!