Reborn in a Noble Family - Chapter 12
Chapter 12 Bring To Show Off
The next day, Qiao Xingbang packed up and took Qiao Xi out happily.
Originally, Qiao Yunxi still had a head injury. Gu Jingshu didn’t want her to go out, but Qiao Xingbang didn’t spend much time with her daughter. She came back once in a blue moon. She wished she could tie Qiao Yunxi to her waist and take her wherever she went. Today, he was not going to the Chamber of Commerce for business, but to have a meal. Qiao Xingbang brought Qiao Yunxi along. Moreover, today’s dinner was also to explain the reason why Qiao Yunxi was injured. Bring her along so that the other party could see that the child was recovering well.
Of course, the most important point was that Qiao Xingbang was selfish.
Qiao Xingbang didn’t say much on the carriage because he knew his daughter’s temperament. After getting off the carriage, he pointed at Qiao Yunxi’s plaque and said, “Qiao Qiao, this is the Jincheng Chamber of Commerce. Do you still have any impression of it?”
Qiao Yunxi nodded.
I came here when I was a child, and it was also Qiao Xingbang who brought me here to show off.
The two of them entered the Chamber of Commerce one after the other. Qiao Xingbang brought Qiao Yunxi to get to know the people of the Chamber of Commerce, and his eyes were filled with pride. In his eyes, his daughter was the best, so, yes, he still came to show off today.
“Master Qiao,” a middle-aged man who looked like a steward stopped Qiao Xingbang. “There’s something I need you to take care of.”
Although Qiao Xingbang was not the president of the Chamber of Commerce, he still had a position and occasionally handled some matters related to the Chamber of Commerce.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and said to Qiao Xi, “Is Qiao Qiao going to wait for her father at the Chamber of Commerce, or should we go around first?”
Although he really wanted to keep Qiao Yunxi by his side, the Chamber of Commerce was really boring. It was rare to bring his daughter out. Qiao Xingbang also hoped that his daughter would have more contact with the outside world and be more lively.
“Father, daughter wants to take a look around.”
Qiao Xingbang nodded. This was the busiest market in Jincheng, and the security was relatively safe. It shouldn’t be a problem to ask a few more people to follow.
Qiao Xi took Lian Qiao and two associates of the Chamber of Commerce out the door.
The rain had stopped and there were peddlers and pedestrians on the streets.
As the most prosperous city in the southwest, the unique geographical conditions and the feng shui climate favoured by the heavens made this place rich in resources, unlike the changeable climate in the north. After all, he had the reputation of being a “land of abundance”, so he was definitely an existence that people would envy.
Qiao Xi slowly walked along the street.
When she first arrived, her purpose was very simple-to understand her own situation, then Qiao Family’s situation, and finally to see the local customs around her.
Although Old Madame Qiao did not like her, as the daughter of the first wife of the eldest wife, Qiao Xi believed that her future would not be very bad. Being a rice worm or something was more than enough.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
The sound of heavy objects hitting the table.
Lian Qiao stood on tiptoe and looked around, “Miss, it’s three cannons.”
Qiao Xi’s eyes lit up as she led everyone over.
The three cannons are the traditional snacks in Sichuan area, mainly made of glutinous rice, because when throwing glutinous rice ball, the three cannons emit the sound of “dang, dang, dang”, which is divided into “iron cannons”, “artillery”, “guns”, so it is called “three cannons”. Combined with brown sugar, sesame, soybean powder made of dipping ingredients, unique flavor.
In other words, this was her favorite.
Qiao Xi held a bowl contentedly and looked at the stall.
With her appetite, eating two or three bowls was merely stuffing her teeth.
The three cannons are not cold food. When selling, put the pounded semi-finished ciba into a pot and heat it on the stove with a slight fire. When eating, cook it immediately. So Qiao Yunxi ate happily, his dark eyes glancing left and right.
“What are you doing over there?” She raised her chin in the front.
Lian Qiao followed her gaze and lined up in a few rows not far away. They were all ragged people. “Miss Hui, that’s the porridge being served in the Duke’s Mansion of Zhen Yuan.”
Seeing Qiao Xi’s suspicious expression, Lian Qiao explained, “Every time on the first and fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Marquis of Zhen Yuan’s Manor will serve porridge. This has been the case since this servant remembered.”
Qiao Yunxi raised his eyebrows. “So big? Zhen Yuan Hou Xin Shan?”
Lian Qiao said with a strange expression, “Miss, Marquis Zhen Yuan is a great general. He has always been guarding the southern border. He is the war god in the hearts of the people. It is said that there is a very heavy baleful aura on his body, making it difficult for ordinary people to get close to him. This should be the baleful aura that Marquis Zhen Yuan wants to wash off his body.”
War God.
Sure enough, it was this bridge segment again.
The corner of Qiao Xi’s mouth twitched as she said teasingly, “Then is Marquis Zhen Yuan the kind who looks like a jade tree but has a strange temper, decisive killing intent, and unpredictable mood? En, or is he extremely ugly, with cold poison on his body, either not good at it, or he doesn’t lift it?”
Qiao Yunxi’s eyes lit up.
Even if she encountered it, she would still be able to accept the plot of Dog’s Blood.
However, the expressions on the faces of Lian Qiao and the two attendants became even more strange. Qiao Xi uncomfortably rubbed her nose and said, “Am I wrong?”
“You’re not lifting it! Your entire family is not lifting it!” A gloomy voice came from behind, clenching his teeth and carrying the murderous aura of a gloomy breeze.
Qiao Yunxi’s back went numb and he instinctively became alert.
He faintly turned around.
Grass!
Was this a human or a ghost?
In broad daylight, his body was covered with a black condom, wrapped from head to toe, his cloak and hat covering his entire face. Not to mention, the brim of his hat was almost hanging to his chest.
Who was Sacred?