He finally escaped from prison. Although he would go to the tiger's mouth again tomorrow, Qian Yuan was determined not to go back tonight.

You have to take a breath!

"Brother, are you going to be seen today?" the little girl asked sneakily.

Qian Yuan raised his sister and swam in the air, "How did you know? Eavesdrop on the corner of the wall, it's such a ghost elves."

"The Gu family girl is very famous in Songjiang. It is said that she is both great at calligraphy and painting." The younger sister struggled dissatisfiedly, "Brother, do you like it?"

"Of course... no." Qian Yuan curled his lips. Old Man Gu was a stubborn man, but his straightforward appearance was still the same as a traditional literati. I guess his best son-in-law in his mind was Yang Jisheng's more stubborn man!

"Oh..." the younger sister sighed, "I don't know what kind of sister-in-law my brother will marry in the future."

"Don't worry, I must find someone who knows how to please my sister-in-law..." Qian Yuan pulled her little sister's hair, "But..."

"What?"

"You said if... I mean if, if, if we meet before the engagement... wouldn't it be too abrupt?" Qian Yuan's requirements for his future wife were not high, but at least he had to marry someone above the passing line. If he was a scholarly family and a high-ranking family, that would be even better.

"How is that possible!" The little girl shook her head, "Even if she went out to burn incense and worship Buddha, she would have to cover it tightly. Do you think it is the West Chamber!"

In the famous "The West Chamber", Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying first met in the temple. Unfortunately, in reality, unmarried women are absolutely impossible to meet a non-kind man who is not relatives.

"The uncle and uncle..."

Halfway through Qian Yuan's words, the little sister coughed twice.

"Uh...uncle." Qian Yuan turned around and bowed with a dry smile.

"The bun is messy again." Lu frowned, and the younger sister immediately covered her head and flew away.

"During this period, Mr. Pingquan was taught by him, and his family was entrusted to his uncle to take care of him, and my nephew was very grateful." Qian Yuan bowed again.

"Okay, okay, what are the family talking about?" Lu looked at Qian Yuan's expression carefully, "Brother Yuan, marriage is the best between two families, and we must pay attention to fate..."

"So my nephew is not depressed."

"Although Mr. He is famous among the ministers and ministers for his music, the He family is also a large family in Songjiang. His relatives are all over the south of the Yangtze River. This matter must be entrusted to him." Lu said slowly: "I heard just now... Brother Yuan intends to meet first?"

"Yeah." Qian Yuan couldn't say that he had to look at his figure first, he could only say: "My nephew learned some facial skills from a new friend in Hangzhou."

Lu covered her mouth and smiled. How could she not understand the young Mu Ai’s thoughts?

"It's almost impossible." Lu smiled and shook his head, "I met your uncle back then... my father had just passed the hospital examination."

Qian Yuan kept silent but knew in his heart that the Lu family was digging food from the soil, and Lu Shusheng was just a scholar and had a low social status. His uncle ran into his uncle by chance.

But Qian Yuan is now a young talented man with a reputation in Songjiang, and he is the leader of the case for the examination in Songjiang Prefecture. The target he chose for him was to be a scholarly family and a daughter of an official, so this possibility is relatively small.

No matter how open the people are, they will probably let their daughter look at Qian Yuan behind the screen, which is almost impossible.

Qian Yuan was a little depressed, so let’s take one step at a time.

It was late at night, and Qian Yuan was still writing the three questions given by Old Man Lu in the morning in the study, but he was thinking randomly. When he met Gu Dingfang during the day, his expression and words appeared one by one. Qian Yuan had an insolvent doubt in his heart.

Maybe I will ask Old Man Lu tomorrow?

With his eyes falling on the soup bowl on the desk, Qian Yuan recalled the bitterness on his mother's face when she came to deliver the midnight snack, and thought randomly, "Okay, even if you want to sell it, you have to find a good buyer, right?"

However, although I was a little confused, my sleep quality was very good at night. Unfortunately, the habit I developed over the past month made Qian Yuan wake up early the next day and couldn't sleep!

I heard that the house was still quiet, but the two maids sent by my aunt did not get up. Qian Yuan changed his clothes and went out, and went straight to Yang Wen's place.

"Young Master hasn't returned to Lu's house?" Yang Wen, who was shouting at the door, looked at Qian Yuan in surprise.

Qian Yuan responded casually, squinted his eyes and looked inside. The guns bought from Jinshanwei were inserted on the weapon stand. The guards who had just finished their meal were in high spirits.

"Young Master is here." Wang Yi walked over, "The old man is pretty good. The spear, waist knife and leather armor they sent are all fine products, but they are too expensive."

Qian Yuan nodded. The guards were well trained, and they were dressed in leather armor in an orderly manner, lined up to go out.

"Young Master, come together?"

I naturally put on short clothes to do some morning jogging. Lu Zhai is too small, so Qian Yuan can only do push-ups and sit-ups during his exercise.

Since recruiting the guards to start morning jogging, curious Huating people often watched by the roadside. In this era, the military force of the guards was often only reflected in martial arts, arm strength, and riding and shooting. However, veteran Wang Yi agreed with Qian Yuan very much. Physical fitness and marching speed are actually the most inconspicuous but very important links of the army.

However, there were more people watching the fun. Wang Yi took a lot of morning jogging every day. After leaving the city gate, he ran around the Huating city wall for a whole lot, and entered the city from another city gate. There were still no people on the street.

Slowly slowed down, Zhang San glanced at Qian Yuan, who was panting but still had enough energy around him, "Young Master..."

Qian Yuan suddenly stopped, shook his head and kept his mouth shut, frowned and thought for a while, quickly inserted into the roadside path, and looked around the corner.

Zhang San also looked over and saw a woman disappearing at the entrance of the alley with her child in her arms.

"Young Master, are there any problems?"

Qian Yuan's face turned gloomy, "I'm afraid I'm shooting a flower."

Although he only glanced out of the corner of his eyes, Qian Yuan's experience in the criminal police team in his previous life made Qian Yuan alert. It was still dark now, and there were almost no people on the street. The woman holding the child appeared on the street, which was a bit strange.

And the child was too young, and the woman was walking too fast...

Qian Yuan is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business, but this is his reverse scale.

The reason is very simple. In a child kidnapping case in the previous life, the suspect confessed that the child had been torn to pieces after being arrested. After seeing the child's body, Qian Yuan was furious and beat the suspect to seriously injured on the spot. He was transferred from the criminal police team and sent to the publicity department to sit on the bench.

"Young Master." Yang Wen walked quickly and nodded, "I pretended to be a passerby and met. It was indeed wrong. The child's clothes were finely fabrics, but the woman was a peasant woman."

Qian Yuan turned his head and looked at the county chief who was called, "You can do it now."

"Yes, yes, yes, young master Gao Yi, let this family set up tablets for the young master to worship every day." The captain nodded and bowed, and turned around and led his subordinates to pounce on the inconspicuous house.

The loud shouts, the sound of the waist knife being sheathed, and the sharp screams of the child suddenly rang out, but it calmed down soon, and only the faint crying of the child could be heard.

Qian Yuan didn't want to show up, so he looked back at Zhang San, "What did you ask before?"

"Uh, literacy..."

Yang Wen, who was standing beside him, sneered, this Taizhou man is really talented, and he can recite the Thousand Characters of the Text.

"What do you do!"

"Is it embarrassing now?" Qian Yuan thought to himself that he was going back to Lu's house. If he was too late, he would be scolded. He casually said: "I will recite the surnames of Baijia first."

Looking at Qian Yuan's back as he hurriedly left, Zhang San muttered a few words and went into the yard with Yang Wen and others. The yamen runners had already arrested three or four slaughter boys to the county yamen. The two heads-in-law were busy sending the children back. This was very good and fame and fortune, so naturally they would not let Zhang San and the others intervene.

After going around the house, Zhang San picked up a booklet from the corner and flipped it out casually. Although he couldn't understand it, he knew that it was all the names on it.
Chapter completed!