Chapter 87 Suspicion

In September, the power of the autumn tiger did not diminish. Qiu Yao sat under the tree without saying a word, with her eyes shining at the beaver in front of her. The mother and son looked at the drill not far away from dozens of meters. One was thoughtful and the other was excited.

She saw such a large-scale army for the first time, but she was sure that such an outstanding army could be called the first in the world.

And the man in silver armor proudly held his hand in front of the army was Wu Anjun, who shocked the world, and her husband rose in vain.

A fallen leaf floated in front of him, and the training was over. Bai Qi nodded to his side, and the beaver beside him rushed out with a cheer.

"Wait a minute!" Qiu Yao doesn't know what she is worried about. Even if she knows the martial arts in this era, it will still be difficult for her children to practice martial arts for a while.

"Abo, what's wrong?" Ali, who ran away for a few meters, stopped and turned around, with a pair of bright eyes shining with joy.

"It's okay," Qiu Yao said shyly, "Pay attention to safety. Don't practice when you're tired."

"Good~"

Watching her son take off and run away worriedly, Qiu Yao had a bad feeling in her heart. She couldn't help standing up, but she couldn't see the other side of the situation.

"The general must have taken the prince to the open space next to him for training. You might as well let the maidservant lead the way for his wife." Xi'er behind him lowered her head and whispered.

Qiu Yao answered, and then followed Xier around the path on the side to an open open space. Ali was walking against the hot sun. Bai Qi put his hands on his shoulders to help stabilize his body. After a while, the little guy began to sweat on his forehead, and his body trembled, but he was still pressed by Bai Qi. No body.

Qiu Yao was a little distressed, but it was difficult to stop it. After a while, she couldn't help walking forward for two steps. At this time, a soldier trotted to Bai Qi, and the volume of his voice was just within her hearing range.

"Report to the general, guest Qing Hu Yang asked to see him."

Bai Qi nod his head. After a while, the soldier led Hu Yang over. Qiu Yao looked at the man's eyes not far away, and saw that the man looked slightly smaller than Bai Qi, wearing ordinary light gray dark clothes, with beautiful facial features, and a feather fan in his hand, which was elegant, but the appearance. The smile on the good face is a little casual and frivolous, giving people a sense of cynicalism, and this feeling happens to stand next to the heroic white rise in armor to form a sharp contrast.

During the conversation, Hu Yang inadvertently raised his eyes and looked at Qiu Yao standing not far away, but Qiu Yao did not notice it. Instead, he also looked up at Qiu Yao, who stared at his son in front of him. Xi'er behind him was aware of it and immediately took Qiu Yao to rest under the tree beside him.

Qiu Yao felt that Bai Qi's avoidance was a little superfluous. She was not interested in Hu Yang, a guest she had never heard of. Her attention was only on the stupid son who was unguarded and was angry. She thought that her ability to fish in troubled waters when she was studying was not small. Why are these personal characteristics? I couldn't pass it on to my son.

Maybe he couldn't stand the soreness of his legs. Ali's body shook slightly, and then his whole body softened. Qiu Yao suddenly rushed forward without hesitation to help her son up. Unexpectedly, he had already stood up by himself. Qiu Yao only thought that he was going to continue to prick, but he Suddenly, he turned around and threw himself into his arms and cried as if no one was around.

Qiu Yao was ashamed. She turned her head and looked at Bai Qi, who was frowning and looking this way. She took out a veil and wiped away the tears and snot on Ali's face. Hu Yang behind her was interrupted by the sound of crying in the middle of talking. She looked back at Qiu Yao and Ali, who was crying shockingly in her arms, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Is this your wife and your son?"

"Yes." Bai Qi's voice sounded a little dull. Qiu Yao immediately felt that he was in a bad mood and simply picked up her son and was ready to run away.

"Since the general has something to do, Qiu Yao took Chu'er back first."

"Sit a minute," Bai Qi frowned more tightly. "You go back first and keep Chuer."

Qiu Yao was reluctant, but she couldn't abide by Bai Qi's grim order. She looked at her son in her arms and then at Bai Qi. Qiu Yao suddenly felt a little angry, but because outsiders were present and couldn't brush his face, she had to wrinkle her face and put the civet in her arms on the ground, coaxed him a few words, and then stared at Bai Qi fiercely. He glanced and walked back under the tree.

Hu Yang couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth, and only felt that the originally tense atmosphere around him was so mixed up and relaxed a lot in an instant. "It's really cute." However, the woman who dared to stare at Wu Anjun so angrily seemed to be more interesting. Hu Yang didn't say anything, but his heart was full of curiosity.

Bai Qi glanced over the beaver who stopped crying and was still gently choking, and his mouth raised a sneer, "Yes."

Hu Yang suddenly felt that his words were a little boring, and then he withdrew his attention and continued to smile casually, and then talked to Bai Qi on the topic just now.

Qiu Yao sat aside angrily. Hu Yang had been talking about the setting of the sun with Bai Qi. Her poor little beaver squatted and fell down. When she fell down, she got up and continued to squat, which made her extremely worried.

"Since Wu Anjun is so confident, Huaiqing will leave." Hu Yang arched his hand and turned around to leave. Bai Qi behind him suddenly said, "Thank you, Mr. Hu, for your beauty."

Hu Yang was slightly surprised that Wu Anjun, who was not invincible, would also thank people. It seemed that Bai Qi was not the kind of brave and unintended person. He turned around and returned to a salute. Hu Yang shook a feather fan and left along the original road. Naturally, he understood what the sharpness flashed in Bai Qi's eyes before, so he would no longer be stupid to turn his head and look at Qiu Yao who walked to Bai Qi.

"It's almost dark. I can take Chu'er back." Qiu Yao's nose wrinkled and stared at Bai Qi with her mouth bulging.

Bai Qi couldn't help but squeeze his thin lips, and then glanced at the already tearful Ali and nodded, "Let Chu'er come here with me at a glance tomorrow."

"I know." Qiu Yao answered angrily and squatted down to pat the dust on Ali's body. Bai Qi looked at the two quietly for a few seconds, and then turned around and walked away.

If it were his own son, he would definitely not let Qiu Yao dodge like this. His mother has many losers. His son of Wu Anjun will definitely become a general. How can he stop crying like this?

It's just that he had to treat Bai as his first son. The contradictions collided back and forth in his mind. Suddenly, a young but heroic little face appeared in his heart, and Bai Qi couldn't help eating.

At the beginning, he treated Yi Ruge, who replaced Qiu Yao, completely out of his anger. After learning that she was pregnant, he hesitated for a few days. The final decision was to leave the child and remove the child's mother. At that time, he did not think that he would have feelings for the child, but at the first sight of the child, he decided that It was his son of Bai Qi, his heroic eyebrows, his tight thin lips, and the stubborn and patient brilliance in his eyes. At first glance, he was a good seedling for practicing martial arts.

Looking back and looking at Bai Yichu, who acted coquettishly in Qiu Yao's arms, he couldn't help but evoke a self-deprecating smile.

The next day, the eldest son of the general's mansion couldn't sleep in. Before he was completely awake, he was taken to the school yard where he regarded it was like hell. When he opened his eyes completely, it was Bai Qi's eyebrows that had not stretched since he came back. His small body trembled, and then subconsciously searched for his mother's figure in the range of sight, but disappointedly found that My mother, who has always protected herself, didn't come today.

Bai Qi also found this point. After a slight doubt, he continued to start strict training for Ali. As a result, the strength of the training did not increase by one point, and the fog in the little guy's eyes increased by one point. Bai Qi did not go back to test the results of the soldier's training. When he came back, he saw that he fell to the ground.

However, every time the child falls, he immediately gets up, then wipes his face and continues to practice, which is slightly more promising than he expected.

Bai Yichu saw Bai Qi standing with his hands staring at himself to practice. He gritted his teeth and stabilized his body. His lower legs were already sore and numb that he lost consciousness.

"It's okay." Bai Qi turned his back and motioned Bai Yichu to follow up, "Go back."

A soft cheer came from behind, and Bai Qi frowned, and an idea formed in his heart.

Originally, Qiu Yao always liked to hold her son in her hands when she had nothing to do. This time, Ali squatted for a long time and no one walked step by step, which made other soldiers who were ready to go back almost laugh at the situation. If they hadn't seen the solemn expression on her general's face, I'm afraid that everyone present was present except for Sima Jin's ten-thousand-year-old iceberg. Everyone has to laugh out loud.

He ordered his servants to clean the beaver stained with mud. He began to enter Qiu Yao's room in vain, but he saw that she was concentrating on what she was painting on a piece of silk. She was so serious that she didn't even hear herself enter the room.

Bai Qi did not interrupt her. He walked around behind her and looked at what she was busy with. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Is this a crossbow?"

Qiu Yao was scared by the sudden sound of Bai Qi. She turned around and stared at the person who reached out and took her painting. "Yes, I want to make a portable crossbow for Chuer. With the tools for self-defense, he doesn't have to practice martial arts so desperately." Frowning, Qiu Yao got up to look at the detailed painting held by Bai Qi in his hand. "But I only know the general appearance of things, and I can't draw an accurate structure."

"Only one family can make such a pocket crossbow all over the world."

"Well... you mean the Mo family who is good at machine tools?" Qiu Yao guessed and said something, but Bai Qi turned around and smiled at her with a meaningless smile.

"Madam is really an eye-opener for you. You can know the art of war, draw weapons, and know hundreds of families."

Qiu Yao shrank her head when she heard the words and turned her face to one side. "I just know some fur."

Bai Qi didn't ask more questions, but took Qiu Yao's painting away. He still said that he had something to go out for dinner. Qiu Yao didn't say much. She hugged her son who came back from the shower after dinner and coaxed his son to sleep after playing for a while. He went out of the door to relax.

After Bai Qi came back, she was obviously in a bad mood. She didn't know why. It was mostly related to Hu Yang, who visited frequently in the past two days. She asked others a few more words. She only knew that he was a guest who had been very popular recently by the King of Qin, and she didn't know anything else. This era is too far away from the world she once lived in, and her only historical knowledge is of no use at all.

However, God knows how much she wants to rub off her frown for Bai Qi.