Chapter 87: Wen Sanye buys flowers
Chapter 87 Wen Sanye Buying Flowers
In the evening, Yu Zhi bathed the boy and put him to bed. He doesn't want to sleep, so he has to pester Yu Zhi to play a game.
Just play and play, parent-child time!
"Mother, you throw the Frisbee." The boy handed his toy to Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi didn't know why, but still did as he asked.
The frisbee was thrown, Yu Zhi deliberately controlled the direction and strength of the frisbee, and it landed at the end of the bed.
Seeing that the sitting cub turned into a puppy in an instant, crawling very fast on all fours. Climb to the Frisbee, lower your head and bite with your mouth, then crawl back quickly.
He also proudly shook the Frisbee in his mouth at Yu Zhi, Yu Zhi subconsciously took it, all dazed.
what game is this? Forgive her ignorance, she really doesn't know. In just a short while, her eldest son turned into a dog?
"Mother, throw it, throw it again." The little boy urged with his **** pouted, "I can go faster this time."
Yu Zhi—
The numb Yu Zhi threw out the Frisbee time and time again, and the little boy crawled back with his mouth again and again, his emotions were so high.
Seeing him so happy, Yu Zhi swallowed the words "stop playing" again.
Just play as long as you want, let’s play as a dog, she doesn’t dislike it. She didn't dislike her at all.
It’s just, baby, let’s discuss it. It’s okay to pick up things like a dog, but don’t tear down the house like a dog, because my mother’s heart can’t bear it.
That night, the little boy who slept with his belly exposed talked in his sleep and giggled. Yu Zhi listened closer, but she couldn't hear it clearly, but she guessed the meaning: he can run faster than a big dog!
The next day, the little cub ran to play a game with the big dog, and what he was playing was holding a Frisbee. The cub was thrown out, and the big dog brought it back. One person and one dog had a great time playing.
Yu Zhi yawned profusely, and went back to the room to catch up on sleep with a blank expression.
I had a dream all night, all about dogs.
The sadness of the old mother!
Wen Jiuxiao didn't expect to hear Mr. Yu's name again so soon. He was surprised when he saw the portraits of the wanted criminals on the wall outside the yamen. This kind of painting was too similar to the pictures of beautiful men that were popular in Beijing.
"Master Wen." Seeing that he was interested in the portrait, Zhang Xingshu walked over.
Wen Jiuxiao asked him, "Who made this painting?"
Zhang Xingshu said: "This portrait is from Xue Shuli, and he is the best learner in the whole yamen." He also studied together, but it is really not that material.
Wen Jiuxiao's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "Master—"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xingshu answered attentively, "Mr. Yu taught it. Our adults have discerning eyes, and we can see at a glance that this kind of painting technique is especially suitable for arresting murderers, so we invited Mr. Yu to come to the house." There are many people who followed the lectures taught by the yamen, but only a few people actually learned it. To tell you the truth, the lower officials also learned it, and the shame is—" He smiled embarrassedly.
The reason why Zhang Xingshu told Wen Jiuxiao so much, and revealed his shortcomings, was because he learned from his lord that this lord Wen, despite his young age, was of the same level as his lord. He is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple in Beijing, and he can solve cases like a god.
Zhang Xingshu is in charge of the torture room, and he is in charge of solving cases, investigating and investigating, and everything about criminal and prison affairs. He just thought about showing his face in front of Master Wen more, maybe he could be pointed out a thing or two, what a great thing?
"Mr. Yu? Mr. Yu who runs a flower shop is also good at Danqing?" Wen Jiuxiao was surprised, and guided without a trace.
Zhang Xingshu was naturally willing to say more, "That's natural, Mr. Yu, that's a person with great ability."
What happened to being good at Danqing? Mr. Yu can still fish. In the same place, if others stay for a day, they may not be able to catch a fish. Mr. Yu returned with a full load in an hour.
Wen Jiuxiao noticed the respect on his face, and couldn't help but sigh: "Such a character is really yearning for me!"
"Who says it's not?" Zhang Xingshu smiled and stopped talking. It's okay to talk about Mr. Yu's deeds, but he will not disclose Mr. Yu's personal affairs.
Wen Jiuxiao said again: "I heard from you, Mr. Yuan, that Mr. Yu opened a flower shop on Dongdajie?"
Zhang Xingshu then continued: "Indeed, but Mr. Yu doesn't go to the shop very often, because the assistants are busy there."
Wen Jiuxiao nodded, and left without asking any more questions. However, I was really curious about Mr. Yu in my heart.
Wen Jiuxiao really went to East Street, the flower shop is very easy to find, the door is full of flowers, you can see it clearly from a long distance.
Yu Ji flower shop, Wen Jiuxiao frowned, why are these words so familiar? Yu Zhi's appearance immediately appeared in his mind, yes, like that woman's character.
He took out his purse and compared it carefully, it was indeed similar.
Remain? This Mr. Yu is also surnamed Yu, could it be—
Wen Jiuxiao's heart became eager, and the next moment, he laughed at himself bitterly.
What is he thinking? How could Mr. Yu be that woman? That woman can't even make a purse, so how can she prepare Zhixue powder? She is so soft and delicate, it is even more impossible for her to save people from wolves and blind men.
He must be too free to have such a ridiculous idea.
Glancing at the flowers all over the ground, Wen Jiuxiao thought: Back then, they met on such a sunny spring day.
Mr. Yu is not in the shop, a clerk and two maids are busy there. There was also a child squatting on the ground beside him, with his back to Wen Jiuxiao, shoveling soil into the basin with a small shovel. I heard that this was Mr. Yu's beloved son.
By accident, I heard that Jiuxiao bought a pot of roses, and it has already bloomed. There are three blooms, which are red and very festive.
Qingfeng saw the third master coming out with a pot of flowers in his arms, and his eyes nearly fell out of shock. Doesn't the third master like orchids?
Wen Jiuxiao looked over with indifferent eyes, Qingfeng suddenly became clever, licked his face and said, "Third Master, let's hold it small."
Wen Jiuxiao gave him the flowers directly.
Oops, this flower is so fresh, it is indeed the flower chosen by the third master, it is just beautiful! Qingfeng was happy, so he listened to his master's order: "Go and buy two more pots."
Two, two pots? Qingfeng stretched out two fingers, he can still hug one more pot, but he really can't hug two more pots!
Qingfeng looked at the third master who had walked a long way with his hands behind his back, full of resentment. He knew that the third master would not only cheat him, cheat him, but also cheat him!
Do you think this will stump him? Wouldn't he pay two coppers to have it delivered to his door? Master Qingfeng is smart.
Where did Yu Zhi go? She went into the mountains.
Didn't she promise to make a dragon boat for the boy? Went into the mountains to choose wood.
Entering the mountain, Xiaolu was more eager than Yu Zhi, and rushed out immediately. The towering trees are like well-trained soldiers. The branches and leaves are separated to the two sides, leaving a passage to welcome the arrival of Yu Zhi.
The vine that had wandered around came back again, and the two leaflets at the end rubbed against Yu Zhi's face affectionately, as if acting coquettishly.
Yu Zhi stepped on the vines and rushed up to the treetops for a while, and swooped down for a while, having fun as much as surfing.
Having played enough, Yu Zhi chose a fir tree. She likes this kind of tree very much. The trunk is straight, the tree shape is neat, the texture is straight, and it is also resistant to corrosion and insects. It is used to make dragon boats without worrying about soaking in water.
The vines flew over, and the cedar tree with a thick mouth fell down, and the broken part was as smooth as a knife. The vine swished again, the fir tree was divided into three parts, tied together, and hauled by the vines, oh no, whether the haulage was along the ground or along the water, at this moment, the three fir trees were flying in mid-air, and the remaining branches Still sitting on it.
If someone sees it, they will either exclaim that there is a ghost, or marvel at what kind of fairy art it is.
The three chapters are still presented, don’t worry, but you said to let Yu Zhi hang out to the third master before, it’s only been a long time, so you are in a hurry. We will meet soon, where is Piao Piao?
(end of this chapter)