Ling Miaomiao hurried into the hall unimpeded all the way.
The clerk sent by the palace to hand over things has just left. The air is mixed with the aroma of tea and soothing spices. A wisp of white smoke emerges from the incense burner and rises in the air, sitting on a chair behind him. The county guard, who had just dealt with the errand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve casually.
"Daddy."
"Yeah, my son is here?" The county guard's chubby face instantly showed a lively look, as if he was suddenly strengthened. He bounced from the chair happily and dragged the chair. Opposite a few cases, "Come here, dad, are you tired?"
He was vainly white and with dense beads of sweat hanging on his forehead and nose. He kept wiping with a handkerchief. He was really a sweaty person.
Miu Miu Ling backhand shut the door, shut the window deft hands and feet, this serious face sitting opposite the governor, opening sidewalk: "? Dad, just that people are not sent to the palace of relief,"
Mayor stunned Suddenly, "Hey." He said funny, "Good girl, do you recognize him?"
"I don't know." Ling Miaomiao looked straight into his eyes, "Daddy hasn't moved the money this time?"
The county guard's smiling face froze for a moment, and the embarrassment spread.
After a while, he broke the silence, and an expression similar to panic and flattery appeared on his face, "My son, when did you start to take care of these things?"
He saw that there was no smile on Miao Miao's face, and he was patient. Reassured, "You don't have to worry about these things, Daddy will take care of them, and you don't have to worry about anything..."
"Can you leave it alone ?" Ling Miaomiao interrupted, "Father, are you really confused or fake, for disaster relief." Can silver be touched?"
"..." The county guard's expression sank, and then a strange smile appeared.
This smile is like a lion looking at the cub with its teeth and claws full of love and tolerance, "Yes, yes, what my son taught is that Daddy should fight, he should fight."
He laughed for a while, and then said, "Daddy knows how much relief is needed-yes, listening to the girl said, there are lumps in this year's yarn? Daddy will collect a new batch..."
Ling Miaomiao looked at him. His face was lost, and he felt weak.
All the income must be mopped up. Officials are accustomed to it early. Taicang is rich. It is especially valued by the palace, and there are more moots. Of course, the county guard does not think there is anything.
Ling Yu's mother died young. As a father, the county guard was very benevolent. He wanted the moon and not the stars for his daughter. However, his expression of questioning revealed a little bit of amusement in his indulgence-what is he laughing at? Laughing at her, an eldest lady who doesn't know about Chai Migui, who doesn't understand the ecology of officialdom, and is still naively gesticulating?
"No need." She sighed, her expression getting lower and lower, "You can't listen to me, I won't say anything."
"Don't be angry?" He walked around in front of her and made a funny face to tease her. "Good boy, smile?"
"I can't laugh." Miao Miao turned her head away, her voice trembled deliberately, "Daddy, do you know, I had a dream--" She bit her lip, her eyes Weeping, "I dreamed that because of this incident, our family let the palace ransack the house!"
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