He Qingtang is a gossip lover with a paralyzed face, which Song Lingyi didn't see at all from her heroic appearance.

Because the morning class is a front and back table, it is very convenient for the two of them to talk about small words, especially Old Master Chen likes to let people recite, and when others chant, it is naturally the most convenient time to gossip.

Within three days, Song Lingyi even understood a little or two about Master Chen's hair loss troubles, and admired He Qingtang very much in his heart.

"Senior sister, who is the dream lover of the senior brother you said yesterday?"

Song Ling leaned back with her back, covered her face with a book, pretended to be reading, and turned the topic back to what she didn't finish yesterday, curiosity had tormented her for a long time, and when she thought about it, she couldn't help but ask her.

"Hey, I said you don't know you now, but when I look back, I'll show you. ”

He Qingtang was also in the same shape, standing up the book and half-covering his face, and leaned towards the front table.

"Okay, but where are you going to take me to play today? I haven't skimmed the eight characters of Qi cultivation yet, everyone will be able to do it then, will Senior Sister Zhuang scold me?"

Song Lingyi followed He Qingtang for a few days, happy and happy, but he didn't have much to focus on cultivation, after all, the things that felt the aura were too illusory, so there was no progress.

He Qingtang chuckled behind his back: "This thing can't be rushed, it all depends on talent, it depends on which day you suddenly open up." ”

"Really?"

"Naturally it's true, you see that except for your little brother himself, which of the others doesn't hold a book every day, will they?"

Hearing He Qingtang say this, Song Ling felt that it was true, Luo Xiaomei was also holding the booklet every day, and she couldn't call her when she went to play, but she still didn't have any eyebrows.

Xie Qiong, who was beside him, heard this crooked reasoning, and couldn't help but glance to the right, seeing that Song Lingyi was deeply taken for granted by He Qingtang, and he was also helpless.

So Mr. Chen was in a good mood today, he didn't leave any homework, and he got out of class early, and the two of them quickly slipped out of the school.

Song Lingyi took out the snacks he had brought with him and followed He Qingtang all the way to the mountain. He Qingtang's mouth was not idle while eating: "Speaking of Senior Sister Zhuang, she hasn't bothered about other people's affairs recently. ”

Song Lingyi diligently handed a piece of dried fruit to her mouth, showing her strong curiosity.

He Qingtang ate it with satisfaction, and said in a mysterious whisper: "Yesterday, I heard that the second son of the lord of Huacheng came to Master Zhuang's house to propose marriage. ”

At this time, the two of them were passing through a small bamboo forest, and there was no one else on the mountain road, and Song Ling said loudly: "The second brother of the Chenyue family?"

"You've seen it?"

Song Ling nodded: "I've seen it, it's common when I go to Chenyue's house to play, the second brother is very good-looking, and he is the most gentle." ”

After all, the Song family is a huge wealth in Penglai City, and it is normal to interact with the city lord's family, He Qingtang was not surprised, and asked again: "Better looking than Xie Qiong?"

"No, my little brother is the best-looking person in the world. Song Ling was extremely fast and did not hesitate.

Xie Qiong is indeed good-looking, He Qingtang also thinks that it should not be better than him, watching Song Lingyi around him every day, and staring at him for a while from time to time, in the beautiful name: take care of your eyes.

But this matter is really not good-looking can be solved, He Qingtang pursed his lips, and added: "It's useless to look good, Senior Sister Zhuang has a sweetheart." ”

"Who is it?"

"Shhh

Song Ling nodded knowingly, signaling that she could let go first, and then lowered her voice: "Senior sister, there are only two of us here except for bamboo, who are afraid of listening?"

"You can't let anyone else hear about it. ”

"Oh yes, tell me who it is?"

He Qingtang's voice became even quieter, and he almost replied in a breathless voice: "Little uncle." After speaking, he immediately covered Song Lingyi's mouth and explained: "What I peeked at, you can't say it." ”