Chapter 87: Eighty-seventh

Luo Xianshi snorted coldly without answering.
Although Qiu Yutong was very puzzled, he did not continue to ask questions, but murmured secretly in his heart.
People who can be called nobles in Yuqin Palace are mostly among the four major schools, a powerful monk. Beihai Jianpai and Yuqin Palace have deep hatreds and are unlikely to be guests. Then, this noble guest is either a monk from Nanshan Temple or ... the brothers of Shuoxuecheng.
Thinking of the three brothers, Qiu Yutong couldn't help but feel slightly sour.
Brothers are the people who really treat him sincerely in this world, but their current state of mind is really faceless to return to Shuo Xue City ... After a while, when they calm down, they will return to Shuo Xue City and stay here. On Feilai Peak, never go down again.
He was full of thoughts and kept silent for a long time. Master Luo Xian seemed bored, and said lightly: "Okay, let's do it today, go back and tidy up, I will pick you up tomorrow morning."
The old Zhang family beside him, although the boss is not happy, but there is no way.
Master Zhang and Li Youfu could barely support the smile, and sent away Luo Xianshi, while the Zhang family brothers directly gloomed and stared at Qiu Yutong and A Niu left.
...
At night, a light is like a bean.
Qiu Yutong looked at the dim oil lamp on the table for a while, and suddenly asked, "A Niu, do you have a bronze mirror at home?"
"Bronze mirror? Some have."
A Niu quickly rummaged up, and after a while, she finally took out an old slap-sized mirror from the cupboard: "This is my A Niang left."
The workmanship of this bronze mirror is very rough, and it is very old. The mirror surface is worn very badly. The figure it shows is also vague. Qiu Yutong looked at it for a while and nodded, "It's a little vague, but it's OK."
"Mr. Qiu, what do you want from the mirror? Do you want to comb your hair?"
"You'll know later." Qiu Yutong smiled and stood up from the table, tucked the bronze mirror under the pillow, picked up the thin quilt, and shook it carefully.
Then he walked to the corner of the house and began to pave the floor with straw and old cotton wool.
"Mr. Qiu, are you going to take a rest? Or, let me sleep on the floor." A Niu looked at him and said timidly.
In A Niu's home, there was only a slightly decent wooden bed, the bed that Qiu Yutong had slept in before. After Qiu Yutong's body was slightly better, he gave the bed to A Niu very resolutely, while laying a floor with straw and old cotton wool in the corner of the room.
"Mr. Qiu, the ground is too cold. You are just getting better. Let's go to bed."
Qiu Yutong shook his head: "Tonight, we both sleep on the floor."
A Niu blinked: "Ah?"
"Tonight, someone may come."
"Someone? Who?"
"You will know by then, it's all right."
"Oh." A Niu's expression was still very confused, completely unknown, but she always respected and awed Qiu Yutong, and said nothing more.
After everything was done, Qiu Yutong blew out the oil lamp, and the two of them slept on the floor in the corner of the house, back to the kimono, and it was a good deal.
Qiu Yutong lay on the side of the straw pile, looking at the dark wall, thinking