There is nothing to bring on a sunny day, so I made a few new clothes and stuffed them all into an invisible bag, which is relaxing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Qi Cui'er chased her out, stuffed her with a pile of loose silver, and kept saying something like Sister Qingtian being careful on the road.

Yan Jing also ran out panting: "The debts you haven't paid off are all paid for you, so you don't have to worry about it anymore." ”

It's a sunny day, and she has been in a panic lately, and she has long forgotten that she is still in debt. But anyway, I don't know how long it will take to be back here. But for the place where I have been for so many days, Sunny Day is still a little emotional.

But the parting feeling gradually faded with the creaking of the carriage and the redder and redder sun overhead. She can't stay here for long.

The coachman flicked his whip, the two horses kicked their legs, and the bells jingled, and they were about to leave.

Qingtian hurriedly turned around and made a cheering gesture to Yan Jing, and then retracted into the carriage. Now she also knows that the record three in the marriage book is indeed Yan Jing and Cui'er, unlike Shao Qingyun and A Qiao, whose stories appear directly in the book, the record three in the marriage book is little by little.

It's as if someone is writing with a pen. Qingtian looked out of the carriage with blank eyes, but summoned a red thread in his hand and slowly rubbed it in his hand.

These changes... I don't know what it has to do with her status as an old man...

Lu Shang was rich, and the two carriages were purchased by him, but they were very comfortable from the outside.

There are small drawers embedded in the walls of the car, and there are some snacks, dried fruits, candles, books and so on, which is a good way to kill time. Except for the side of the carriage entrance, each of the other three volumes was a soft couch, and in the middle there was a small table with a small stove on the table, and a pot of steaming tea beside it.

The couch is not wide, it is narrower than a single bed, but it can also accommodate one person to lie on his side. In addition, it is also cushioned, and the journey does not seem too uncomfortable.

The two carriages slowly walked out of Hualiu Street, and jingled through most of Qingye Castle, and finally arrived at the door of Qingqiu Mansion.

Qingtian has been to Qingqiu Mansion many times, but each time he was carried directly into the courtyard by Black Feather, and this is the first time he has seen what the periphery of Qingqiu Mansion looks like.

Not to mention how luxurious and extravagant the gate is, the two stone beasts lying at the single entrance make people reluctant to approach here.

Qingtian didn't recognize what kind of fierce beast it was, but he could also see a bit of fierceness from the grinning appearance, so he subconsciously stayed away from the gate.

The gate of Qingqiu Mansion is closed. The two carriages stood still.

Konishi jumped down from the carriage first, bent down in front of one of them and said something, and soon turned back, first conveyed something to Lu Shang and their car, and then ran back to the carriage on a sunny day.

"It was said that the city lord was here to see off the young master, but he was too busy with affairs to get out of his body, so he asked us to wait a little longer. Konishi came back and said to the two men in the carriage.

Sunny shrugged, just wait, after all, there are still people in this line, and the young master is the boss. Holding the words in the carriage, the book is reading with relish.

However, Xiaoxi couldn't help but look at Qingtian's indifferent appearance, poked Qingtian's arm and said, "Miss Xiao, don't you want to know what the relationship between the city lord and our little young master is?"

It's not a short time to be by Qingtian's side, Xiaoxi and Xiaobei also know that Qingtian doesn't eat the master and servant, and the three of them are about the same age, so they can be considered good friends. Usually there is no proper shape, but once I was seen by Xiao Low, and the two girls were reprimanded.

It's okay to say it's a fight, but there should still be a distinction between master and servant. Miss like this must be called. God knows how awkward it is to hear them call themselves Miss every time Qingtian, after all, in her heart, Miss is not such a good word...

Seeing Xiaoxi's face of "you ask me quickly, ask me quickly", Qingtian was helpless, and she only recently discovered that Xiaoxi, this girl, in addition to her temper, also has a hobby that is gossip, like a little trumpet. At this time, if she doesn't go along with this little trumpet, this girl can pester her for a day.

"What is the relationship between your little master and the city lord?" Qingtian asked casually while looking at the notebook.

Xiaoxi was happy at this time, and regardless of Xiaobei's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, he said mysteriously: "Our little master... Actually, it's the son of the city lord!"

"Oh?" Qingtian put down the book in her hand and sat up, Wu Qingqiu's identity was not simple, she knew it, but she didn't expect it to be father and son with the city lord of Aoba City.

Speaking of which, the time she has been in Aoba City is not short, and she sees Wu Qingqiu's influence in this city, but this city lord really hasn't heard a few people say it.

Xiao Xi was a little curious when he saw Qingtian, and he was a little complacent: "That's not it, our little young master is the only son of the city lord!

"Miss Xiao, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time, Feiying probably smelled you, and it was making a lot of noise in the car, so let's leave you here first." ”

Qingtian answered the greetings, and the coachman outside got out of the way and asked Xiao Low to hand Feiying in.

Although Feiying is still young, he also recognizes people, except for a few familiar ones, others will grin and be scared when they touch it, and they are fierce at a young age.

Qingtian didn't take it seriously, just used it as a little milk cat grinding its paws and hugged it into his arms.

Feiying was obedient at this time, squinting in Qingtian's arms and squinting with a comfortable face.

And the topic just now was not brought up again with the arrival of the Flying Shadow...

As for whether Xiao Low was intentional or deliberate, no one knows.

According to the current time, they arrived at Qingqiu Mansion at eight o'clock on a sunny day, and after waiting for two hours, they didn't see the so-called city lord to send their son, and the day after ten o'clock it began to be hot, and the entrance of Qingqiu Mansion was not blocked, even in the carriage, people were sweating.

Qingtian didn't understand why they couldn't be in Qingqiu Mansion, so they had to wait at the door. But there are many places she doesn't understand in this place, and she is a foreigner in the end, so she can bear with it.

It wasn't until almost twelve o'clock that the sound of horses' hooves sounded again at the gate of Qingqiu Mansion, which had been quiet all morning, and even the coachman, a total of sixteen people, and a tiger lifted the curtain and got out of the car and waited obediently for the arrival of the city lord.

Qingtian secretly thought in his heart, this Wu Qingqiu was definitely the child of the old Wang family next door, not the city lord's. Which family's father can let his son take his son under the sun for so long?

Speaking of which, Wu Qingqiu is not a good person, but this morning he came over so quietly.

A burly middle-aged man got out of the carriage, and he glanced at the sixteen people waiting on the side of the road, and then at the four carriages that looked very low-key, and his eyes flashed with some satisfaction.