Gu Jiao stayed to have dinner with Duke An at noon.

Duke An Guo had a good appetite. In addition to drinking some porridge like he did on weekdays, he also ate a few bites of the dishes Gu Jiao had picked up.

Gu Jiao picked up food for him to test his chewing function. He chewed it hard. If Gu Jiao didn't pick it up for him, he wouldn't have been too lazy to eat it.

"I will eat like this every meal in the future." Gu Jiao said.

You can’t just drink porridge, you need to exercise your oral muscles.

"My elder brother doesn't know--" Before Master Jing finished speaking, he saw the Duke's fingertips writing on the handrail.

Master Jing Er: “…”

After dinner, Duke An Guo asked to take Gu Jiao to visit the arsenal in the courtyard.

There are all kinds of weapons here, one of which is from his wife Xuanyuan Zi, and the other is given to Jing Yinyin by Xuanyuan Li.

Whenever Duke An Guo was receiving weapons from his father-in-law, he was amused and laughed. Yinyin was a girl, so why did he give her these knives and guns?

"You don't understand. This kid follows me and will definitely be a general in the future!"

"Ko Yinyin is only one year old. Even if you want to train her, do you have to wait for her to be older? A Zi is only four years old when she is practicing martial arts."

Xuanyuan Zi, the wife of Duke An Guo, and Xuanyuan Li's daughter.

Whenever this happened, Xuanyuan Li would hold Xiao Yinyin, who was confused, in his arms, as if he was afraid of being snatched away, and snorted: "Where can A Zi compare with Yinyin? Yinyin is the best grandfather! Yinyin must practice martial arts!"

Xuanyuan Li would come to steal children every few days.

Only when Duke An woke up, Yinyin was no longer on the bed, and he must have been sneaked in by Xuanyuan Li in the middle of the night.

"Brother, brother!"

Master Jing swayed his finger in front of Duke An Guo.

Duke An came back to his senses and looked at Gu Jiao awkwardly. Gu Jiao happened to be looking at him, looking puzzled.

A hint of apologies flashed through his eyes, and his fingertips dipped in water and wrote on the handrail: "Think of something that happened in the past."

Master Jing Er said, "Xiao Liulang wants to ask you, can he pick the weapons here casually or what?"

Duke An Guo wrote extremely arrogantly: "I will give it to you."

Master Jing was wronged.

He had been jealous of his sister-in-law's bow for many years, but his brother didn't say he gave it to him.

Gu Jiao took the weapons to the yard and tried the feel one by one.

Duke An Guo was sitting in a wheelchair under the corridor and looked at her for a moment, just like a parent watching the children at home playing with toys, with smiles in his eyes.

Master Jing came over and looked at Gu Jiao who was pulling a bow and arrow in the yard, and whispered: "Brother, there is danger in her selection. Do you want to persuade her? I finally met someone who is in love with me. It really makes a mistake, and no one will accompany you in the future."

Mr. Jing Er is not stupid. His elder brother looked at Xiao Liulang like his own children. His elder brother really wanted to be a father.

It would be enough to lose a child once.

From the moment the national teacher came to him, Duke An had already understood what he would face and what he would bear in the future.

He likes this child very much and of course he hopes that she can always be with him.

But he couldn't cut off her wings for his own peace of mind.

When she wanted to fly, he held her and raised her over her head, allowing her to fly to a farther and wider sky.

He would be frightened, but he would never stop her.

Gu Jiao stayed in the yard until evening before returning home. She picked a bow, which was the one that Master Jing had been jealous of for many years.

On the way to send her back to the National Master Hall, Master Jing looked at her like a resentful little wife.

...

Gu Jiao is now a person who can enter the National Master Hall by just scanning her face. She led the Black Wind King to the Qilin Hall.

Halfway through the way, Yu He seemed to be looking for her, and when he saw her, his eyes lit up: "Young Master Xiao!"

He walked towards Gu Jiao with great strides.

When I got to the front, I suddenly remembered the indescribable scene I encountered in the Qilin Palace that day. A hint of embarrassment appeared in my heart. I said with a smile: "Young Master Xiao... I'm back..."

Gu Jiao was very open-minded, but instead seemed that Yu He was caught doing bad things.

"You have something to ask me?" Gu Jiao asked.

Yu He gritted his teeth and said the serious matter: "Ah, it's my master. The master said that your horse is in the recovery stage and you should pay more attention to feeding. He asked someone to get some feed and asked if you want to go and see it."

Gu Jiao has little experience in raising horses, so it is also appropriate to ask the national teacher for more advice.

Yu He led Gu Jiao to the purple bamboo forest.

Yu He is now unable to look at Gu Jiao in front of him, and always unconsciously think of Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng in the room. How could a man like a fairy and jade like a man like Huang Changsun like?

Ahem.

Can't think about it anymore.

Perhaps in order to resolve the embarrassment, Yu He said without saying a word: "I think you are good at raising horses, Xiao Eleven is well raised."

The Ma Wang had only been here for a day, and Yu He already knew that it was called Xiao Shiyi.

Yu He asked, "How do you feed it normally?"

Gu Jiao said, "Just, can you feed it casually?"

Yu He smiled and said, "What are you feeding?"

Gu Jiao thought for a while: "Grass? Sometimes I can give you some carrots."

Yu He twitched his mouth, are you sure you are raising horses, not raising donkeys?

Yu He continued to make a conversation: "By the way, I heard from my senior brother that you have advanced, and I haven't congratulated you yet."

Gu Jiao: "Yes."

God was chatted to death.

Yu He couldn't find the topic and endured the huge embarrassment alone and took Gu Jiao to the national teacher's courtyard.

The national master went to pick up purple bamboos, Yu He asked Gu Jiao to sit in the main hall for a while, and the Black Wind King was strolling in the forest.

Yu He took out the unique wine of the National Teachers Hall to entertain Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao took a sip: "So sweet."

Yu He smiled and said, "This is the osmanthus brewed by Master. There is only one jar a year and most people cannot drink it."

At this time, Gu Jiao had already finished drinking a glass, and she was slightly stunned: "Is it wine?"

Yu He nodded: "Yes, but it's not astringent at all, right? The wine my master brews is-"

Bang!

Gu Jiao smashed her forehead on the table and got drunk!

Yu He: "..."

"Young Master Xiao, Youth Master Xiao, Youth Master Xiao!"

Yu He shouted for a while, but Gu Jiao still had no reaction. Yu He was fascinated, "What kind of alcohol do you have? You are so good at martial arts. Shouldn't you not be drunk without a thousand cups or a thousand cups? Why did you get down with just one cup? After that, Master comes back later, how can I explain to him?"

The national master cut two bamboos back and saw Gu Jiao lying on the table and was drunk and unconscious.

Yu He stood up like a child who made a mistake, lowered his head and said in panic: "I'm sorry, Master, I...I gave Mr. Xiao some osmanthus wine."

The national teacher frowned: "Did you give her a drink?"

Yu He opened his mouth: "I..."

The national teacher always talks with others without emotion, but now he is a little unhappy: "She can't drink."

Yu He's head drooped lower: "...Yes, my disciple knew he was wrong."

The osmanthus brew was placed on the table, and he thought it was used by his master to entertain Xiao Liulang.

The national master gently placed the bamboo on the ground, came behind Gu Jiao, bent down and picked up Gu Jiao, and took it to the inner room.

Yu He's eyes almost glared.

His master had never even hugged his senior brother, but actually hugged Xiao Liulang!

Also, brought it into the inner room?

The national master placed the man on the bamboo bed and asked the disciples of Zizhulin to sober up the soup.

Such a national teacher was something that Yu He had never seen before. When he reached his master's level, he had already been unable to be as happy and angry as he was not disturbed by the world.

But just now, he saw emotions in the master's eyes.

"You retreat." The National Master Palace said to He.

"...Yes." Yu He bowed his hand and retreated without looking sideways.

He was still puzzled until he left the yard.
To be continued...