Six-Year-Old Baojiao Is Busy in Building a Kingdom

Chapter 275: Send Home

Rong Yan looked at the little girl, there was a touch of tenderness in the depths of his eyes that he was unaware of, he raised his hand and rubbed his little head, and said: "I'll see you many times in the future, hurry back, don't make your father wait in a hurry."

Now was a difficult time, he did not want to involve their families, so as far as possible, contact was as little as possible.

"Alright, goodbye, Master."

Jiaojiao waved her hand helplessly, and finally left reluctantly.

Rong Yan told them to leave, his originally clear face became indifferent, he raised his hand and flicked his finger.

The hidden guard in black casual clothes came out of nowhere, kneeling on one knee and cupping his fists and saying, "Master."

"King Yang belonged to the army, the sale of steel was suspended, and the supply of goods was also halved."

"The staff takes orders."

...

Ji Huai came back the same way.

Jiaojiao inside the carriage was pleased, but also slightly disappointed.

Glad that I could see Master in the future, but sad that Master had to cultivate his body and could not play with him like before.

Compared to Jiaojiao's small emotions, Ji Huai who was driving was about to speak a few times, but finally stopped talking.

He wanted to ask, did the little ancestor take his master's pulse and see a doctor.

The carriage drove halfway through, Ji Huai finally could not help himself, and asked: "Miss Baojiao, can you feel the pulse of her master?"

Jiaojiao shook his head when he heard this, "No."

Ji Huai choked, then sighed.

He raised his hand and knocked on his forehead. He's really stunned. The six-year-old girl could not even read his words, so how could she know how to treat.

Suddenly, Jiaojiao added another sentence.

"However, I adjusted the medicine for Master, and it will heal in two days."

Ji Huai subconsciously felt that it was unbelievable, because his master had never changed his recipe.

He also did not reveal it, but nodded in response: "I hope so."

As the carriage approached the intersection, Jiaojiao opened the curtains and looked, and saw his father sitting under a tree by the side of the road from afar.

He waved his hand happily and shouted loudly, "Dad!"

Wang Zhuangzhi pinched the branch in his hand, worrying about Jiaojiao in his heart, when he heard his daughter's voice suddenly, he saw the carriage approaching, and stood up excitedly.

"Ywijiao!"

As soon as Ji Huai stopped the carriage, Jiaojiao jumped out of the carriage alone, and ran in front of his father.

Wang Zhuangzhi also happily held her daughter, held her daughter, and muttered, "Oh, but I made my father very anxious, for fear that I would lose my baby."

Jiaojiao smiled happily, and said in a sticky voice, "Jiaojiao must not be lost."

Ji Huai walked over, looked at the father and son, raised his hands and cupped his fists to give his greetings, and said, "Uncle Wang, Miss Baojiao has returned to Zhao completely, thank you very much."

This was the second time Wang Zhuangzhi heard him call her like this, Miss Baojiao? This name was like a woman from a rich family, Wang Zhuangzhi smiled with her: "It feels good that if I can help you, Jiaojiao is just a baby, so you don't need to call her that."

Ji Huai pursed his lips and smiled lightly, without explaining anything.

If it was true as Liu Rushi had said, his master had different thoughts about Miss Baojiao, so it was no big deal for him to call her like this.

"It's late, Uncle Wang, hurry up and get in the car, I'll get you back on time." Said Ji Huai.

Still a bit away from the Qing'an Temple, Wang Zhuangzhi was impolite, "Oh, okay, thank you, Mr. Ji."

As he spoke, Wang Zhuangzhi carried Jiaojiao into the carriage.

Ji Huai sent the two of them to the door of their house, Wang Zhuangzhi enthusiastically invited him for tea, but Ji Huai politely declined, and he had to return to report to his master.

Seeing the carriage leave, Wang Zhuangzhi said with a full heart: "This Master Ji is truly a good person."

Jiaojiao's eyes flickered, and he could sense that Brother Ji did not believe him, but it didn't matter, after two days when Master's condition recovered, he would believe it.

"Ups, I smell your mother cooking stewed pork, come on in and take a look."

The father and daughter climbed the stairs, Wang Zhuangzhi knocked on the door with a smile, and shouted loudly: "We've returned."

Only the sound of footsteps came from the courtyard, and then the door opened.

As soon as Uncle De opened the door, Xiao Li poked her head out to check, and saw her father and sister yelling happily: "Father and sister are back!"

Uncle De hurriedly opened the door wide, smiling and shouting: "Master, Miss Bao."

"Uncle De, have you had dinner?" Wang Zhuangzhi asked as he carried Jiaojiao to the door, leaving one free hand to hold Xiao Li, who was jumping around happily.

Uncle De hurriedly replied: "I haven't eaten yet. Madam is making boiled pork in the kitchen. The owner just got home, so the meat's gonna be ready to eat."

Wang Zhuangzhi smiled, "It was really a coincidence."

Liu Zhihua in the kitchen heard that his beloved daughter had returned, wiped the water in her hand, and ran out in haste.

"Oh, dear mother, I've been worried all afternoon, but I'm back."

Liu Zhihua ran over, took his daughter from the sling of the head, and sucked her wax-like, milk-like face.

Then he continued to nag: "I don't know if I drank water on this trip. I must be tired after riding the train for so long today. Let's eat first. I made your favorite pork stew. I'll spend more time later. Aunt boiled water for a hot bath..."

Jiaojiao listened to her mother's scolding, grabbed her by the neck, with a smile on her small face, and said gently: "Mother is very kind."

Liu Zhihua smiled when she heard this, and the more rarely kissed her heart, "Jiaojiao's mother is also kind."

"Mom, I want to hug my sister too."

Xiao Li grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes and looked at his little sister excitedly. Her body was soft and fragrant, and she really wanted to kiss her cheek.

Liu Zhihua had not quite hugged him, and other than the fact that he was rough-skinned, thick-skinned and strong-handed, he smiled and coaxed: "Li little, your sister has been running all day long, and he's too tired today, so you can talk to someone else tomorrow." Play it."

After he finished speaking, Liu Zhihua carried Jiaojiao back to the room.

Xiao Li clenched his mouth, looked at his father beside him and asked, "Dad, why can't I kiss my sister's face."

Wang Zhuangzhi smiled, patted his son's sturdy shoulders, and said, "Didn't your mother tell you last time that boys and girls weren't sitting at the same table at seven years old, and even though you and Jiaojiao are brothers and sisters, you can't handle it. When I got older, I couldn't hold hands anymore."

Xiao Li heard that he could not even hold hands, and immediately became even more depressed, and said sadly: "I don't know which teacher made the rules, so rigid and unreasonable, he established that there were no sisters."

Wang Zhuangzhi and Uncle De behind him laughed at the same time.

Wang Zhuangzhi patted his son's head helplessly. He could not bear to see the simple and honest appearance of the man, so he smiled and leaned over to carry him, but his weight was not light.

"Hey, your little one is growing so fast, and your weight isn't as heavy as the last time you held her."

Wang Zhuangzhi shook the baby in his arms, and the baby looked fat-free solid.