Tu Shanling used the limit speed of his life to wash, and then pulled Song Xuan out of the door, and even the medicine was taken on the road.

Song Ningyin is not a disciple of Qingjingtai, and his status in the Song family is not high enough, if he misses the Shangyuan Temple Festival, it will be difficult to find another opportunity to go to Qingjingtai.

Don't be late!

The east and west cities of Sihai City face each other across the Rong River, and so do the two mountains in the city.

The frost Qin Bridge is in the east of the water, the Donglai Mountain is in the west of the water, and it is the Donglai Mountain that Tu Shanling is going to go to today.

The east of the mountain does not refer to the direction, but to take the meaning of purple qi from the east.

Sihai City is thousands of miles away from Zhushan, if you use a carriage to travel, it will take half a month to go back and forth, and the students of the clan will properly miss the start of school, which is naturally not possible.

Zhanyuanjun Song Yuan decided to send Yunzhou to be responsible for picking up the disciples and disciples who participated in the temple festival, so that they could go back and forth in one day.

The cloud boat stopped on Donglai Mountain.

"Are you tired?" Song Xuan touched Tu Shanling's forehead.

Tu Shanling noticed a disgusted gaze, looked back, and just saw Song Chuan turn his head.

Tu Shanling raised his eyebrows, Song Zimu's work efficiency is not good, he actually dragged it to the point that an unscrupulous disciple like Song Chuan had the opportunity to go to the Qingjing platform, and he was not afraid that Daozu would jump up and beat him!

"Count the number of people. ”

I don't know who announced it loudly, and immediately a few older people from the front and back ordered people, one ordered, and one boarded the cloud boat.

Tu Shanling hurriedly said: "A-Niang, let's go back first, the gentlemen have arrived, and Song Chuan doesn't dare to be too arrogant." ”

Song Xuan's eyes looked back and forth on the faces of Song Chuan and Mr. Jiaoxi a few times, and then he left with no peace of mind.

Song Chuan found an opportunity, moved to Tu Shanling's side, and said in a weird manner: "You evil obstacle, don't be too happy, the result hasn't come down yet, I can't say who is unlucky." ”

Tu Shanling smiled, "Sooner or later, the unlucky ones can't escape." ”

Song Chuan wanted to do it viciously.

Tu Shanling's gaze downwards swept over a place where Song Chuan was still faintly painful.

Song Chuan's face froze, "You wait for me." ”

Tu Shanling patted Song Chuan's shoulder, "Then I can't wait, I'm going to get on the cloud boat." She turned her head and winked at Song Chuan, "You have to be bold enough, and you will compete in Yunzhou." ”

Song Chuan's face was immediately a little distorted.

Shen Jie sneered at the time and said, "It's a disaster to keep the obstacles", and then called the children of several other families to the house, and then found a doorman who is good at writing to catch a knife and ghostwrite, and wrote a brilliant statement to everyone.

If he is not the person concerned, he has to believe that the accusations in the statement are true.

He is quite fearless now, he believes that with her aunt to take action, he will be fine in the end, and Song Ningyin, who "sues the black", will definitely be cleaned up by Chongguangjun.

He believed it in his heart, but there was still no news from Chongguangjun's side, and deep down in his heart he was not so down-to-earth, he instinctively felt that it was better to be a man with his tail between his legs at this moment.

Moreover, the Shangyuan Temple Sacrifice is too important, countless pairs of eyes are staring, and it is indeed not suitable for finding faults, in case they are caught, the gains outweigh the losses.

He suppressed his anger, cut in line in front of Tu Shanling, and got on the cloud boat.

The cloud boat shook slightly, lifted off smoothly, and sailed towards Zhushan.

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Song Qian lay on a few cases, his fingers moved, and the sour numbness immediately spread from his fingertips to his entire arm.

There has been no news from his side so far, definitely not because he recognized those few avoidance of the important and trivial, but because he drank the medicine earlier, and then saw Tu Shanling's ugly bad words, and fell into memories again, when he fell asleep, he couldn't remember clearly.

The sky was already bright, and the sunlight shining obliquely on him was warm, warm, he propped up the table, sat up straight, and was still a little confused, unable to remember what night it was.

He withdrew his arm, touched a few pieces of paper, and then came back to his senses, rubbed his stiff neck, and guided the spiritual power to pass through his neck three times before he was completely withdrawn from his sleep.

He picked up the statement on the ground, paused with his hand, took out a bag, folded the pages and put them in.

He took a box by the lampstand and opened it, and placed the bag next to the fan pendant that was missing a corner inside.

Only then did he write down the disposal decision in his own hand, seal it with fire paint, and call the little servant to send it to Zhiyongzhai.

Zhiyongzhai is the name of the Song clan, which means to apply learning.

He got up and straightened his clothes, and casually swept his eyes to a gold-filled box on the table, which he remembered had been brought to him by his eldest brother, and contained the fox cakes he had made the previous evening.

He opened the box, took out a fox cake, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

Furui Wubo's face shattered instantly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The memories that have been sealed for many years are opened with this mouthful.

Yes, this tastes right!

He saw Wuyin teach him to make fox cakes yesterday.

Could it be...... It's true?!

He called out to the servant, "Did anyone come yesterday?"

The little girl's face was strange, and he whispered, "Yesterday and yesterday, wasn't it you, you cried and shouted and begged someone to teach you how to make fox cakes, cakes?"

Tu Shanling's words had too much impact on him, and he felt disrespectful to Chongguangjun just thinking about it in his mind, let alone saying it, he couldn't even straighten his tongue.

Song Qian's memory of yesterday afternoon was intermittent and vague, he rubbed his head, still to no avail, "Who is she and where is she?"

The little girl swallowed his saliva, this is a sub-question, he knows, "That girl, called Song Ningyin, is the daughter of Song Xuan in Xicheng, aren't you still dealing with the bullying case, the bullied girl is her." ”

Song Qian turned around and left, the hem of his clothes turned over the inkstone, and the ink slid down several cases, dripping and dripping all over the ground, and he didn't even bother to look at it.

The little guy raised his hand and clicked a few times, looking at Song Qian's back in a hurry with some confusion.

Hey, Chongguangjun is in such a hurry, should I tell him that he still has half a fox cake in his hand?

At this point when he pondered for a while, Song Qian had already gone away.

As the spiritual leader of the Song family, Song Qian wanted to check on the Song family's territory, but it was just a matter of one sentence, and he didn't have to make much effort to find the address of Song Ningyin's house.

When he came to the door, Song Xuan was about to go out, and when he saw Chongguangjun, he was startled.

She stretched her clothes and hurriedly stepped forward, "Chongguangjun, how dare you come to such a pickled place!" Her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the fox cake that was missing a head, and swept it into Song Qian's hand again and again.

Song Qian's expression was indifferent, he was not a little irritated at all because he was in the alley, he noticed Song Xuan's gaze, he was as calm as ever, his hand flipped over, and he used a spell in his sleeve to collect the fox cake.

He asked, "Where is Song Ningyin?"

Song Xuan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, smiling very reluctantly, "Ayin, ......"

Ayin.

Song Qian read these two words in his heart, but heard Song Xuan say-

"She went to Zhushan to participate in the Shangyuan Temple Festival. ”

Oops!