The elegant and handsome young master loosened the strings and said, "Why don't you, my second sister, play a song?"
Xihe:? ? ?
Is this what you mean by doing what you do?
Xihe rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I'll do it." Who wouldn't do that?
The slender fingertips, as white as jade, caressed the strings, and with a buzzing sound, the song "Feng Qiu Huang" flowed out like flowing water under the fingers, rising and falling, with a gentle and lingering sound.
Song Mo paused and couldn't help but look up to the opposite side.
In winter, the curtains of the pavilion fluttered, and cold wind blew in from all directions. The corners of the woman's mouth raised, completely immersed in the sound of the piano, as if she could not feel a trace of cold.
In the darkness, the man's eyes narrowed slightly and he leaned back against the pillar.
By the time Xihe followed Song Mo back to the courtyard, all the guests had left. Song Yu was looking for her all over the courtyard. Mrs. Song held on to her handkerchief in embarrassment: "She is very familiar with Song Mansion. There are maids and women everywhere. , nothing will happen..."
Mr. Song's face turned cold: "Since there are so many maids and women, I don't know why they left the table?"
Mrs. Song: "..."
Just at this time, a maid hurried in and said that Ren Ren had returned with the young master of the big house. Song Yu's face lit up and she quickly strode out the door.
Hula la, a group of people ran into the house, startling Xihe.
She couldn't help but take a step back: "What, what's wrong?"
Song Yu stepped forward and looked up and down, and saw that she was wearing a thin pink coat and a moon-white cloak. The fabric of the cloak was smooth and delicate and fell to the ground. At first glance, it belonged to the man next to her: "Nothing, I'm just worried about you."
Looking at Song Mo: "Brother, please help me take care of Yue'er tonight."
Song Mo smiled: "No problem."
Xihe blinked.
After seeing off Song Mo, several people entered the house. As soon as they sat down, Mrs. Song frowned and warned Xihe to tell the maid when he went out in the future, so as not to worry everyone.
Xihe nodded respectfully: "Yes, madam."
Mrs. Song's face suddenly turned bad: "Are you still angry with me? Are you angry that I slapped you?"
Xihe lowered his head: "There is no moon."
Mrs. Song was immediately angry. If it was true, why wouldn't she even call her mother? What does it mean to still engage in such a gesture? As a result, before she could get angry, Song Yu stood up and said, "Mom, it's getting late. You should rest early. I'll take Yue'er down."
Mr. Chao Song handed over his hand and said, "Father, please leave me."
Master Song waved his hand: "Well, go ahead."
Song Yu looked at Xihe, who quickly stood up and followed him out of the living room. As soon as they left, Mrs. Song couldn't help it anymore and waved the tea cup to the ground: "What does he mean?"
Mr. Song took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Who are you talking about?"
Mrs. Song's face turned red instantly, and she walked around the living room with an angry face. Because she couldn't bear to scold her son, she kept scolding Xihe for how he was scorning her. If he had known that he should not have been nice to her in the first place.
Lord Song waited for her to finish scolding, then said: "You should have a good rest. I will go to the study to sleep tonight."
He stood up and walked away slowly, leaving Mrs. Song's eyes widening behind her. Finally, she couldn't help but waved the tea cup on the table and knocked it to the ground.
In this room, Song Yu sends Xihe to Fangfei Garden.
In the middle of the night, Fang Feiyuan was brightly lit, and the maids and wives were standing in the yard neatly. As soon as Xihe entered, they shouted in unison: "Miss."
Xihe was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "What are you doing?"
Song Yu led her into the house. The house was still the same as before, the furnishings remained the same, a faint scent of incense lingered on the tip of her nose, and there were pastries and warm tea on the table.
Song Yu motioned Xihe to sit down: "This room is still the same as before. No one has touched it."
After taking a sip of tea, heat instantly flowed to his limbs. Xihe sighed with satisfaction: "Actually, there is one thing I forgot to say. I have no intention of coming back since I left that day. Brother, thank you for everything you have done, but no need."
Song Yu was silent, and then said after a while: "Is it because of my mother?"
Xihe nodded and shook his head: "This is not important, but in my heart you are still my brother. No matter what happens in the future, I will stand behind you."
The candlelight was dim, and when she said this, a faint tenderness lingered all over her body.
Song Yu looked at her and was lost for a moment: "Yue'er..."
Xihe blinked his eyes and suddenly smiled mischievously: "Brother, let me count on my fingers. You must have met your future wife because of your recent movements. You must cherish her."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment and said helplessly, "You are joking again."
The two talked for a while, and Song Yu said goodbye and left. Xihe waved the maid away, got into the quilt and fell asleep.
Sleepless night.
The next day,
Xihe woke up, finished breakfast and sneaked back to Taomu Village with Mr. Jiang without any delay. When Mrs. Song wanted to find someone to talk to, the person was still gone.
Mrs. Song: "..."
Mr. Jiang muttered: "It's delicious and delicious, and there are people waiting for you. Why do you think you have to go back to that cold and broken house?"
Xihe immediately said: "Then I will take you back?"
Mr. Jiang choked and groaned: "I didn't expect everyone to be lively during the Chinese New Year, but we are so deserted."
Xihe drove the carriage and didn't want to pay attention to his complaints.
On New Year's Eve, Xihe had been staying peacefully in Taomu Village, which made Gouzi think that this woman had lost interest in life and just wanted to lie down.
The dog bit his front paw, wondering if he wanted to tell her that your man had appeared?
After thinking about it later, I decided to forget it.
Xihe ate and slept every day, and when he had nothing to do, he would read story books or inquire about Song Yu's gossip, and ask about the progress between him and the general's daughter, but Song Yu would prevaricate him every time.
Xihe was dissatisfied: "Based on our friendship, you still hide it from me, it's boring!"
Song Yu put the peeled chestnuts in her hands and was very amused: "Why do you think that I will make progress with that girl? I saved her once, but she is good at martial arts, and she is followed by several brothers and Guard, nothing will happen to her even without me."
Yes, even if Song Yu restored his identity in advance, he still saved Shen Piaopiao's life.
That day, Song Yu completed the homework given by Master Song and returned to Taomu Village to visit Mr. Jiang. The sky was clear and the weather was clear, so he thought about going hunting in the mountains. Xihe got tired of waiting and insisted on following him.
Then I witnessed with my own eyes how Song Yu saved Shen Piaopiao who was surrounded by wild beasts with one arrow.
The beast was so ferocious that the girl fell to the ground and was about to be torn into pieces. At the critical moment, a long arrow shot from a distance. The arrow was like a rainbow and penetrated the beast's throat.
Shen Piaopiao looked at Shen Yu as if he were looking at an unparalleled hero.
Xihe was afraid of affecting the two of them, so he quietly went down the mountain without even daring to say hello. As a result, Song Yu not only failed to realize her good intentions, but also scolded her with a cold face for the first time after returning home, saying that she shouldn't leave without making any decisions. What if something goes wrong?
Looking at the man's soaked clothes, Xihe Nana apologized: "I was wrong."
