"Stop it!" Chen wanted to beat Song Huiyue, but couldn't catch up. "If I don't defeat you today, you don't know who will decide this family!"

Song Huiyue escaped faster than a monkey and circled around the courtyard: "It hurts to my son's body, and it hurts to my mother's heart. I ran away for my mother!"

The two remaining concubines were slapping their bows from left to right, urging each other while persuading each other.

Aunt Lin once sold a small singing song in a Kyoto restaurant. She spoke very smartly and said in front: "Good lady, my wife knows that you have gone to Jianshan. She heard that Jianshan has collapsed and fainted twice. She has been worried about you. If Yin Xiao hadn't followed you, she would have gone to the royal palace to ask for help. I had to hold on for a day and was extremely anxious."

After she said that, she glanced at Aunt Wang like nothing, "It's unlike some people, she let the tall one push her back when the sky falls."

Aunt Wang originally sang Qingyi, but she was a bit charming in appearance. With her face, she even sang like a rooster and some people supported her.

She considered herself a star, and she was not as familiar with people like Aunt Lin who were not allowed to perform small singing.

But I couldn't resist Aunt Lin's intention to stab her.

"Oh," she also grasped the tone of her speech. "Some people's faces are really hard to tell. No wonder when the master was there, he dared to let go in broad daylight."

Two wild mouths were opened, and Chen was so angry that he kept his mouth shut and stopped.

Song Qinghui sat beside him and watched the fun, unable to stop talking.

The maid Yuanyuan and Madam Liu were chasing each other and sweating provoked each other.

Chen was anxious at first, but now he was furious again. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and slid down on the stone slab.

The two aunts were so scared that they immediately closed their mouths and surrounded them.

"My mother!" Song Huiyue saw that Madam Liu held Chen, and breathed a sigh of relief. She ran over and grabbed Chen's hand. "My mother, you go in and sit and rest. Whether you beat or scold me, you can wait for me to have a full meal. I'm hungry for a day and my stomach is flat."

"Yuan Yuan, go to the kitchen to see if you have any food," Chen was both loving and angry, glaring at her, "Didn't you eat enough fish outside?"

Song Huiyue smiled and said, "I only like to eat fish made at home, sit down."

She took the teacup from Mama Liu again: "You are so angry that you can hurt your body when you drink tea."

Seeing her pleasing and pitiful appearance, Chen couldn't help feeling sore and her eyes turned red when she saw her pleasing appearance.

"If your father is still here, I will just be naughty. Now... when you get married, you will have a support. I can live with Qinghui and feel at ease."

Aunt Wang couldn't help but say, "Madam, isn't there the prince there? The prince always favors us."

Chen gave her a blank look: "We lean on grass and stick to trees, why are we so embarrassed to always ask for help?"

Seeing that she was getting lower and lower, Song Huiyue said: "Don't worry, I met a temple today. I went in and asked for a Guanyin spiritual signature and asked about marriage. It was the first sign."

Chen's eyes lit up: "What do you say?"

"Marriage is destined to heaven. Meeting with a hundred flowers is a marriage, and meeting with you is also the love of yours."

"This sign is good. Speaking of which, there is an invitation to enjoy lotus flowers. I was wondering why I sent it to our house. I didn't expect that I had answered the Guanyin Spirit Signature."

The post was sent by the newly appointed daughter of Yan Zhizhou.

Tanzhou has vast mountains and rivers, vast money and food, and abundant people. Yan Shi was able to come to Tanzhou to be the governor, and also served as the commander and commander, in charge of the military power of Jinghu South Road because his mentor was the deputy envoy of the imperial court.

But there is also King Jin in Tanzhou. If you can mediate between King Jin and King Yan, you will definitely be a versatile person.

The post was placed on the golden lacquer table. It was not until the time of lighting that Song Huiyue washed herself from head to toe before removing the envelope again.

The cold gold paper is used inside, but the handwriting is similar to Song Qinghui.

When you first learn, you will practice horizontally and horizontally, and you will not dare to transcend the rules at will.

It seems that the wife of the Yan family did not want to invite her to settle down, so she posted this post because of helplessness. In order to show her humiliation, she asked the maid who could write to fill in the words for her.

The person who wanted to invite her should be Mrs. Yan.

Yuan Yuan came over with a fruit plate: "Master, this is the plum brought by the wife, please try it."

The plums are green, each of which is the size of an egg, and there is a layer of cool air, making people's eyes cool.

Song Huiyue took one and took a bite off. It was so sour and sweet that she didn't even blink.

Holding half of the juicy fruit, she got up and strode to the partition, holding the post in one hand and stuffing the plum into her mouth with the other.

Sitting at the desk, she threw the core into the dump truck, tore off half of the cold gold paper, dipped it in full brush and ink, wrote two lines of small characters on the pen, and handed it to Yuanyuan: "Send it to Yinxiao."

Yuan Yuan took the paper and put it in his sleeve, responding.

When she walked out of the room and passed the drooping flower door, she saw the gatekeeper Lao Lin carrying a bench and enjoying the cool air behind the gate. She smiled and said hello: "Brother Lin, is Yinxiao here?"

Lao Lin shook the puff fan: "I don't know, you knock on the door."

Yuan Yuan glanced at the closed door and felt timid in his heart: "Can you help me ask me if it's okay?"

"That won't work," Lao Lin stood up, "You little boys and girls, I, the old man, are so annoying here, let's go."

Yuan Yuan shouted to Lao Lin’s back: “I don’t look for him, it’s the eldest lady who looks for him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door opened with a "bang".

Yin Xiao leaned against the door frame, wrapped his hands on his chest, wore an old cool shirt, and looked at Yuanyuan: "What's the matter with me, the eldest lady?"

Yuan Yuan was shocked and his heart skipped a few times. He hurriedly took out Song Huiyue's note: "Madam, let me give you this."

Yinxiao stood up straight, walked to her in three or two steps, and pulled the note out of her hand.

Yuan Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at his slender fingers and his joints, thinking to himself why this person is so weird.

I don’t know where the eldest lady bought it.

Yin Xiao took the note and looked down at it first.

He recognized that the small calligraphy written by Song Huiyue was not outstanding, simple and plain.

Yuan Yuan was illiterate and looked over curiously.

Before her eyes could be set, Yin Xiao folded the note, went back immediately, closed the door, and sat down on the skull.

There is a fragrant atmosphere on the paper, covering up the smell of ink.

But it is not the smell of Song Huiyue.

Recently, there are many mosquitoes at night. Song Huiyue attracts the most mosquitoes. At night, she always lit paper mixed with mugwort leaves, and the smell also carries the smell on her clothes.

He didn't smell Song Huiyue, so he burned the gorgeous cold gold paper on the oil lamp.

When only ashes remained, he opened the bamboo mat on the bed and felt a cold and hard cloth wrapped around the wrist knife.

The thin and fierce blade hurts the fingers of the person's fingers even through the layers of cloth strips.

He held the handle of the knife and hid it in his left sleeve, and felt particularly at ease, as if this knife could protect him.
Chapter completed!