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Song Ziqing didn't find Yao Qishen, but Yao Qishen came to the door by himself, "Is Fourth Brother Song hiding something from me?" ā€

Song Ziqing sighed, it's not good that this kid is too smart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"If Fourth Brother Song doesn't tell the truth, I'll go and ask my sister, and I wrote to my sister saying that I came to the courtyard of Fourth Brother Song's house with my husband, and my sister came, there must be some reason for this, hum! You're all hiding it from me! Look at me like a child! Yao Qishen glared at Song Ziqing angrily.

Song Ziqing touched Yao Qishen's head and said, "We didn't mean to hide it from you, you probably know your husband's life experience, he was separated from his biological parents since he was a child, and I accidentally learned from your sister that he might be my relative, so I wanted to verify it!" I don't want Mr. Yao to be so smart and extraordinary, let him realize it! ā€

"No wonder!" Yao Qishen suddenly realized, "No wonder Mr. would say that, it should be that Mr. found out about Fourth Brother Song's attempt, so he deliberately said that!" ā€

Song Ziqing hurriedly asked, "What did he say?" ā€

"I said Fourth Brother, you are a very good person, and Mr. said that it is no wonder that Fourth Brother Song would invite him to be such a down-to-earth son born in the countryside! As soon as I heard this, I felt that it was wrong, before I went out, I said to my husband that I was invited by Second Brother Min and Fourth Brother Song, but now Mr. said this must be for a reason, I guess he wants to set my words! Speaking of this, Yao Qishen snorted again, and everyone coaxed him as a child.

Now that Yao Qishen has been aware, presumably Yao Qishen will help him cover up the past, Song Ziqing is relieved, "Then how did you answer?" ā€

Yao Qishen pouted and said, "Although he is my husband, I have been friendly with Fourth Brother Song for a long time, and Fourth Brother Song is not an unreasonable person, so there must be an inside story in doing so, so I said that I took the initiative to mention that I wanted my husband to go with me, and Mr. believed it when he heard it!" ā€

"Then thank you Ah Shen!" Song Ziqing smiled and arched his hand at Yao Qishen.

Yao Qishen thought for a while and said, "If the fourth brother really thanks me, why don't you borrow a few more books for me?" ā€

Song Ziqing knew who Yao Qishen borrowed this book for, so he agreed without hesitation, "When you return to Beijing, you go to my study to pick it up, and take everything you like!" ā€

Yao Qishen solemnly thanked him, and seeing that it was almost time to eat, the two went to the front hall together, not wanting to go halfway Song Ziqing received a letter from Xiaowu Guanyan, opened it and looked at it, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

During the meal, Song Ziqing was also a little absent-minded, and he didn't react when Min Jianlin talked to him.

"Hey~ what's the matter with you? Did you hear me? What do you think? ā€

Min Jianlin gave Song Ziqing an elbow, and Song Ziqing finally came back to his senses, but only confided two words, "Something!" ā€

Min Jianlin choked, and saw that Zheng Yingqing was already drunk, and he was pulling his little guy to show him palmistry with foggy eyes, Min Jianlin was immediately embarrassed, and went to pull him, Zheng Yingqing turned his head in a daze and grabbed Min Jianlin's hand, "I see you are red-faced, come on, come, I'll do the math for you......"

Min Jianlin dodged, Zheng Yingqing pounced, stumbled to Song Ziqing's position, Song Ziqing was immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't notice Zheng Yingqing, and was hit by him, but fortunately, Song Ziqing reacted quickly and grabbed Zheng Yingqing in time, otherwise this guy would have rolled under the table.

Song Ziqing pushed Zheng Yingqing to his little maid Ximo's side, "Your son-in-law is drunk, you help him down to rest!" ā€

Ximo hurriedly dragged Zheng Yingqing away, but Zheng Yingqing struggled and muttered, "I'm not drunk...... Not drunk...... Jeong-hee, let's have another drink......"

Jeong-hee! This is Song Ziqing's word, but few people call it, so outsiders don't know that this is Song Ziqing's word, and they only think that Zheng Yingqing is drunk and said nonsense.

Du Yao Keqing looked up at Song Ziqing, she knew Song Ziqing's words, at this time Song Ziqing also happened to look at Yao Keqing, looking at each other, Song Ziqing took the lead in embarrassment, picked up the wine glass and poured it hard.

Yao Keqing faintly retracted his gaze, his heart suddenly felt like a ball of cotton, uncomfortable tight, so he turned sideways to confess to the county lord of Anping and left the table alone.

Walking out of the hall, Yao Keqing took a deep breath, wanting to relieve the depression in his heart, but at this time he was hit the shoulder, Yao Keqing was startled, subconsciously turned around and took a few steps back, and stood still only to find that it was Zheng Yingqing, who had left the table earlier, who patted her on the shoulder, Zheng Yingqing looked drunk and unconscious, everyone was a little shaky, and the little guy who had just helped him was gone, Yao Keqing was a little unhappy in his heart, and he didn't want to deal with a drunk person, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Zheng Yingqing stopped her, "You...... You stop! You're stalking me, aren't you? ā€

Yao Keqing held back his anger and turned around, "Zheng Gongzi's words are bad, I am obviously ahead of you, if you want to talk about tracking, you should be following me, right?" ā€

"I'm following you?" Zheng Yingqing pointed to his nose and asked.

Yao Keqing smiled coldly, he didn't want to entangle with him, so he lifted his feet and left, but Zheng Yingqing staggered and reached out to grab it, "You are not allowed to go, you can't go!" We've got to ...... Make it clear...... Clear......"

said and hiccuped a few times, Yao Keqing avoided it in disgust, but Zheng Yingqing still followed uninterestingly.

Seeing that the path ahead was already very unfamiliar, and it was getting farther and farther away from the hall where everyone was, Yao Keqing wanted to turn back, but Zheng Yingqing was blocked behind her, if she went back, she would definitely pass by Zheng Yingqing's side, and she didn't bring a girl by her side to help stop him, Yao Keqing suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Zheng Yingqing seemed to be sobered up by the evening breeze, her steps were no longer the float she had before, and she was walking faster and faster, and she was about to catch Yao Keqing.

Yao Keqing was in a hurry and had no choice but to flash into the bamboo forest on the side, and it happened that she was wearing a blue dress again today, and she disappeared into the bamboo forest all of a sudden.

Zheng Yingqing stood outside the bamboo forest, looked at the bamboo forest for a long time, and suddenly smiled evilly, and then sat on the ground.

Yao Keqing shuttled in the bamboo forest for a long time, but tragically found that the bamboo forest was surrounded by walls, and the entrance and exit were only the one she had just entered, and Zheng Yingqing was guarding there, if she wanted to go out, she still had to pass Zheng Yingqing's pass.

Yao Keqing was racking his brains to find a way, but a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the bamboo forest, "Why are you sitting on the ground?" What about ink washing? ā€

It was Song Ziqing who came.

Zheng Yingqing sat cross-legged on the ground, tilted her head and looked at Song Ziqing for a while before she grinned, "It's Zhengxi!" You're just in time, come on, sit next to me! ā€

Saying that, Zheng Yingqing also moved to the side and patted the place where he was sitting just now, "Sit here!" ā€

Song Ziqing pulled Zheng Yingqing up, "When you're drunk, go back to the house and lie down, don't mess around outside!" ā€

Zheng Yingqing was not lightly drunk, she couldn't stand steadily, and stuck to Song Ziqing like a boneless person.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk...... Jeong-hee, how about we sleep tonight? ā€