Vol 2 Chapter 299: Prodigal son

The door opened in the sound of oh, and a middle-aged man with a dark-colored dark-skinned brocade came out. When he saw Yuan Qiu, he opened his eyes and smiled: "This must be Xia Dafu, my family has been waiting for a long time." It is."
Xia Yuanqiu looked up at the sky, but it was only a moment when Chen Chen, according to the modern algorithm, it was only seven o'clock, Song Ning has been waiting for a long time? Does he have to sleep in the morning?
"Please lead the way!" She nodded gently, pointing to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man asked Yuan Qiu and Xing Ying to go sideways. He then retired and closed the door again.
The Song House, which looks like a luxurious atmosphere, is so easy to approach the courtyard. Apart from a stone table and several stone benches, even the trees and plants can't be seen, let alone the gardening landscape of flowers and plants.
Passing through the empty front hall, passing the left-handed right-handed hand-to-hand veranda, came to a courtyard, said to be a courtyard, but only on a piece of grass, built a pavilion.
Imagine a green field like a football field. There is a showy octagonal pavilion in the lonely and pitiful.
Song Ning is still a Tsing Yi, I have to say that he is very good to wear Tsing Yi, perfect to wear ordinary cyan out of gorgeous.
He sat leisurely in the gazebo, elegantly adorning the table with hot white tea and thick legs covered with thick fur.
"Song Gongzi is so excited!"
Song Ning turned back, and the dark scorpion slammed into her clear stream of eyes. Her eyes were clear and calm, not ubiquitous.
"Take your blessing." He licked his lips and smiled.
She stepped into the pavilion and sat down on the stone bench opposite him. She browed slightly: "Oh? What do you say?"
He licked his lips, took a cup from the tea tray between the tables, picked up the hot iron pot at the table, sipped a cup of hot tea for her, and the blue sleeves slid over the stone table, and there was a good rustling sound.
"I didn't want to sleep well for the sake of refining the fragrance. But now, there are no trivial things, and I have finally stole a half-day leisure. Can you not rely on your merits?"
Yuan Qiu's lips, a calm smile in the eyes of the eyes: "So, you really should thank me!"
She reached out and grabbed his wrist, his fingers gently buckled between his veins and listened carefully.
The middle-aged man who led her came to see her eyes, when did his family become so approachable? Even though he has been serving the master for many years, he has not touched the master's finger. The master has never let anyone touch him. This seems to have become the iron law in the Song Dynasty. The master is not allowed to be close to him.
But this young girl can easily catch the master's hand, and the master does not have a half-resistance.
Yuan Qiu's original stretch of eyebrows slowly wrinkled: "You cold poison deep into the bone marrow, the attack will definitely hurt, but you can still persist until now." There is a bit of mercy between her words.
Song Ning smiled and looked at the girl who was in the wind and clear the moon. The calm heart lake once again had a sigh of relief: "Who are you like this?" He couldn't help but ask.
Yuan Qiu puzzled: "How?"
"I know that I am a wicked person, still worrying about my illness. Are you doing this to all the wicked people?"
Yuan Qiu shook his head: "I am not the Virgin, I will not lend a helping hand to all the wicked people. Besides, you are not a wicked person in my eyes. I believe that if you do all this, you must have your hardships. Now you I have already closed my hand, which shows that your heart is pure. The prodigal son turns back and the gold does not change! Is it not?"