Chapter 65: Qingxian, walk with me

Ben Xianjun smiled warmly in front of the door: "Qingxian girl, you have a good rest first, if there is something you are not used to tell me tomorrow." Turned to the door. Qingxian said quietly behind me: "Since the son has already redeemed the slave family, the slave family has been the son of the son since today. Can the son think that Qingxian is already a broken flower, will it be difficult to match a gentleman like a son?"
I had to turn around and say, "What do you say, Qingxian girl, to redeem you for the next time, this is a lifting of your hand. You don't have to be too kind to me. You have the right to live in a house for a day or two. What other relatives and friends can you trust? , Or someone you love, just tell me. I ’ll settle it for you. "
Qingxian stared at me staring blankly, and suddenly wept and said, "Sonson said this, but did he doubt the slave family. The son knows that when you pass by the front of the building that day, the slave family would like your style, and only use the parrot as a medium. , Hope to be able to get married with the son. The son redeems the slave family, the slave family rejoices, thinking that God opened his eyes to protect the Buddha. Who knows ... the son ~~ the son ~~ said to the slave family like this ... slave family ~~ 奴家 ~~ "
I sighed a long way: "Mrs. Qingxian, you don't know that there are people you like in the future, but I'm destined to be the life of the eternal luan, marriage, and the like, but I can't think of it. You wipe your tears and sleep. Tomorrow I will think of a way out for you. "
I walked out of the house, closed the door, and walked back to the courtyard. There is no room to sleep tonight. Tonight the wind is getting colder, sitting on the roof tile is quite cold. I remembered that there was still a hard couch in the small study, so I touched it in and read a recipe to turn it into a soft big bed. Push the door tightly and roll over to sleep.
Bringing back Qingxian, it turned out to be a tricky trouble. Ben Xianjun brought two oil bottles, and even let her feel affectionate to me at a glance. It can be seen that the charm of Ben Xianjun can never be buried.
I stared at my eyes and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly a grievous little song came from far away, drilled through the door slit, and quietly drilled into the ear of the fairy.
After thinking that Qingxian was frustrated at this fairy, he took a flute in the room and played one or two small songs to relax. The tone is as weeping as a complaint, sorrowful, Ben Xianjun listened and fell asleep.
The next day, the people in the Benxianjun's courtyard were all vague, their eyes loose, and they yawned for days. I only pretended not to see, Qingxian couldn't close the door in the room, and I didn't ask.
In the morning, Hengwen and Tianshu couldn't help yawning while eating.
Tianshu said to me: "The one who was yesterday--" I coughed and said: "Cry Qingxian girl." Tianshu said: "Well, Qingxian girl, why didn't she come to dinner?" I casually said "Maybe you haven't gotten up yet, wait for someone to deliver it to her room." Tianshu nodded, and the maid was serving the side dish, bowing her head and smiling.
In the morning, the kitchen lady looked at me and said, "Master, the minions should not talk about the matter of the master. But the master asked the two young masters to call Mrs. Qingxian whether it was not appropriate. After all ... the life is here . Even if it ’s just a man in the old man ’s room ... "
Ben Xianjun wanted to explain, but it was harder to distinguish between men and women. I only said: "Qingxian girl is only staying in the courtyard for a day or two, and you generally call her Qingxian girl and treat them like guests."
The kitchen lady looked at me peepingly and went away.
I lifted my leg to Qingxian's room and asked her if there were any relatives to escape. Qingxian bit her lip and said nothing. After a while, she said, "Son, the slave family knows, you must be married to Miss Feng's family. It's just embarrassment. The slave family is already the son of the son. The son will either send the slave to the country or sell it again. The slave family has no complaints. "
Ben Xianjun agitated his lips and tongue for half a day.
Qingxian was in the room, she put out the piano again, sang while playing, and sang a few murmurs.
The singing girls and the little girls were far away from the backyard. They sang to find a group of Mao children playing with Hengwen and Tianshu. They straightened their eyes and played for less than a quarter of an hour.
I watched as Hengwen was bored. I pulled out the fox from the room and stroked it. The fox sneezes with its ears closed, eyes closed, and his head deeply inserted into Hengwen's arms.
I looked at it, but it looked very different. The fox was always a demon. Although Hengwen was just a child, it wasn't the same thing to be rubbed by it.
I walked to Hengwen and said, "Let's just put it aside and let it go to sleep. I always hold it like this, and I feel so panicked."
Hengwen said: "Then I will take it back to the room." Turn back to the house. I was intercepted by the cook and the little girl under the eaves.
Xiao Zuo bowed to me and said, "Master, where are you, Qingxian girl, don't you feel relieved?"
Ben Xianjun said with a cry and let her go quietly, and walked forward.
The chef hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Master, don't you think that the slaves are talkative. From last night to today, the slaves were given by Qingxian girl's little song ... to be sad ... Lord, you will be relieved. Comfort him. "
I had no choice but to sigh: "Actually, I just relieved myself in the morning, it's useless. Let her play just because of the bomb." The cook and the little girl walked away with a frown on their faces.
Qingxian took a break at noon lunch, there was no movement.
In the afternoon, Lu Hu's came to the door in Qingxian's tragic song. Sit down and say a few words: "Song son, the old body is just a word today, don't mind. The thing that the old man said last time was only when I didn't mention it."
I immediately realized that it was because of Qingxian, but it was just right. They said: "Thank you mother for spreading the word. The troubled mother will pass on the sentence again. I already know it, and I regret it. This matter must not be mentioned again."
Lu Hu's voice turned: "Actually, it's not old-fashioned, Mr. Song, you just got this kind of thing when you were about to get married. The Feng family really feels ashamed. But I'm afraid your son, you noble It ’s not like their young lady, but it ’s his family ’s stubbornness to send the young lady to post. If the son sends the young woman away, it ’s not a matter of turning around ...

I was too lazy to spend more time on this kind of thing, and coped with it casually: "My mother mentioned that I must carefully consider it in the next few days."
Just about to return to the room to drink a sip of water, but Qingxian wants to see me outside the door. When I entered the house, the first sentence was: "The slave family heard that Mrs. Lu came over in the afternoon and wanted to talk about the son's family. The son does not have to take care of the slave's family. Anything you want to pass ..."
I sighed. Qingxian cried over her mouth with a veil and said, "But ~~ Nujia ~ He only loves the son. The son ~~ Only one day and one night. You can let Qingxian serve you once, let me tell you how to do it, slave. All……"
I looked at her and thought that she was just an obsessive woman in the world. But I don't want someone to be obsessed with me before I go to Zhuxiantai. Even the eternal Luan Luan broke. I made a lot.
Ben Xianjun reached out to support her and said warmly: "I don't want to marry Miss Feng's family. You and I must arrange it properly. You must get up and go back to the room first."
Qingxian wiped her tears, got up and blessed her, and went back to her room.
I was tossing around in a windmill like a wheel, very tired. I couldn't help but yawn at dinner.
Ben expected a good night's sleep. As a result, the two were even more tenuous, and the lingering little song blew up again, and the song sounded like the cuckoo mourning, and like a little widow crying grave. There was a trembling sound. Blow me trembling too. But I raised my ears and listened. It didn't sound like it was floating in the back yard from the compartment before me. I simply turned up, disappeared, and flew out of the small study room to find out. But listening to the sound of the flute, the shadow of a shadowy figure flashed into the moon gate in the backyard at night.
Ben Xianjun went up to the backyard. I saw a figure jumping on the courtyard wall under the stars, and faced the figure who had just entered the backyard next to the flowers.
The lingering graceful figure flashing into the backyard is Qingxian, who jumped from the courtyard wall is the brother who plays the flute. I looked at Xingying'er and always felt familiar.
Ben Xianjun stood beside him. Piper Brother was holding Qingxian's hand and said: "Qingxian, go with me. Let's go far away."
Qingxian said quietly: "Go, where are you going? Why did you come to me again."
Brother Piper just said, "I ..."
Suddenly another person said on the wall: "Yes, He Jingxuan, where are you going to take her?"