Song Zhiyao was frightened, and then she reacted and looked at Yang Qingdi: "When did you come in?" ”

"The little one just came in."

"Why didn't you knock when you came in?"

"The little one has already knocked on the door, and I didn't get a response from Childe, and I thought Childe was no longer in the house, so I thought about coming in and seeing, who knew that Childe was actually writing, but what is this thing you wrote?"

Yang Qingdi looked at Song Zhiyao with some curiosity, but Song Zhiyao waved her hand; "You don't need to know this, and ah, don't tell anyone what you saw today."

"Yes."

Song Zhiyao looked at the piece of paper in her hand with some distress, this is almost written, it was ruined...... I blame myself for the trembling hands just now, what are you fighting when you have nothing to do.

Song Zhiyao was extremely distressed, but she couldn't do anything, so she had to throw the piece of paper aside and write a new one.

But Song Zhiyao was not in a hurry, but looked at Yang Qingdi and said, "You came here at this time, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Report something over there."

"Well, you say, what's going on over there now?"

Song Zhiyao waved her hand.

Yang Qingdi slowly spoke; "The situation over there has stabilized, and there are still a small number of people who only need to recuperate for a period of time to recover, are we ready to go back to Beijing now?"

Song Zhiyao nodded: "Since the matter has been resolved, it is natural that you need to prepare something to return to Beijing, you can go down and prepare this thing." ”

"Okay, but the boy has decided when to return to Beijing?"

"For such an important matter as returning to Beijing, it is natural to ask the regent's opinion, you go and ask when the regent will return to Beijing, and we will return to Beijing at that time."

"Yes, the little one is going down and getting ready now."

"Well, go ahead."

Song Zhiyao waved her hand, and Yang Qingdi turned around and left to prepare things.

And Song Zhiyao continued to write.

As everyone knows, the time of a stick of incense has passed, Yang Qingdi knocked on the door, and Song Zhiyao, who was writing seriously, did not react at all, and a spirit destroyed the handwriting in her hand again.

Song Zhiyao now wants to die, can these people let me be quiet for a while, can I, I only wrote four or five photos in half a day, isn't this a joke?

Song Zhiyao sighed helplessly: "Come in, the door is not locked." ”

Yang Qingdi pushed the door and entered: "Childe Qiyu, the regent said that everything is subject to the arrangement of the son, son, how should we change it now?" ”

"Since it's under my arrangement, then you can just watch this matter and do it, it doesn't matter when you go back, and you have to remember one thing! Don't bother me! I'm very busy right now. ”

The first time Yang Qingdi saw Song Zhiyao was so angry, she immediately froze in place and nodded dumbfounded; "Yes, the little one will definitely not come to disturb the childe!"

"Well, remember what you're saying now, and go down quickly."

Song Zhiyao's mentality is about to collapse, do you want to play me like this.

Yang Qingdi turned to leave, and closed the door, Song Zhiyao fell into deep thought again and began to write.

At this time, Yang Qingdi shook his head at Song Zhiyao inside the door, not knowing what Song Zhiyao was writing inside, but since Song Zhiyao said that she wouldn't let others know, she should pretend not to know anything.

But now it's up to me to decide, how do I decide?

Yang Qingdi looked ahead with a sad face...... It's a blur, when will I leave?

It's so hard.

However, no matter how difficult it is, Yang Qingdi has to make a decision.

Yang Qingdi sighed helplessly, and he had already set the day after tomorrow, after all, the things here have been dealt with, and there is no need to continue to stay.

And the news spread quickly.

After all, Song Zhiyao's contributions during this period of time are obvious to all, and now that Song Zhiyao is leaving here and returning to Beijing, these people are naturally grateful.

I can only take out my own modest efforts and come to the house one after another.

And Song Zhiyao was still working hard in the house at this time, but she had written dozens of them in the past few days, and she was almost finished, so Song Zhiyao naturally had to work harder, so that she could hand it over to Liu Yichen after returning to Beijing.

At this time, Song Zhiyao was still writing hard, and a voice came from outside.

"Thank you, Prince, and please accept our gift, Prince, are you there?"

"Thank you prince for saving your life, thank you prince."

"Prince, we brought some things over, and please don't dislike it, take it."

"Prince ......"

Song Zhiyao was a little confused in the house, what is the situation? Why are so many people here?

Song Zhiyao put away all the things on the table a little helplessly, pushed open the door and looked at the people standing outside the door, and was stunned, there are so many people?

"Prince, I heard that you are leaving tomorrow, and we don't have anything here for the prince, this is a purse sewn by the old woman herself, it tastes great, and please don't dislike it."

"Prince, these are the eggs laid by my old hen, although they are not very precious, but I hope that the prince can accept them, this is also my heart."

"Prince, this is ......"

Everything was presented in front of Song Zhiyao, Song Zhiyao had never seen such an enthusiastic villager, and she was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Song Zhiyao had no choice but to pretend to be calm and look at everyone; "Everyone's heart, the prince has it, but the prince will not accept these things you send, some of your illnesses have just recovered, and now is the time to need nutrition, you will keep these things for yourself to eat, and these purses, when the time comes, you can sell them on the street, and the silver sold can also subsidize the family, don't you say?"

"The prince is right, but these are all our hearts, if the prince doesn't accept it, we are a little unhappy in our hearts, this time has been so hard for the prince."

"These are all things that this prince is willing to do, and he doesn't have to ask for your things, you should take them back."

"But the prince, these are the hearts of the people, or you can accept it." Tie Zhu stood in front of him at this time and said to Song Zhiyao.

Song Zhiyao shook her head; "Everyone's thoughts, this prince knows, the mind is enough, but these things really can't be accepted, it's very troublesome to bring them back to Kyoto first, I'm saying, these things are exactly what everyone needs, you just tell everyone, take the things back."

"But the prince, how about you leave a little bit of it?"

Song Zhiyao shook her head slightly; "If only a part is left, then I ask you, what about those who did not receive gifts? Isn't it very frustrating, so this matter still needs to be treated equally, and those people will naturally not say anything, okay, this prince knows your mind. ”

"Prince ......"

"Don't say more, since the prince will return to Beijing tomorrow, the prince will not return to you today!"

"Okay, don't you get drunk and don't go home!" Tie Zhu knew Song Zhiyao's embarrassment, so he echoed Song Zhiyao.

The rest of the people could only silently take back the gift in their hands and echo Song Zhiyao; "Okay, everyone won't get drunk and won't go home!"

In this way, the whole yard began to be lively, some people began to advocate cooking, some began to wash vegetables, and some people began to play together, and the children ran away to play.

Song Zhiyao looked at this scene with relief, the family is happy, right?

The moonlight at night was very beautiful, Song Zhiyao held the wine glass and took a sip, it tasted good.

In this way, after a meal, everyone was drunk, and Song Zhiyao had quietly returned to the house, after all, these people came over one after another to toast, and Song Zhiyao, who was overwhelmed by alcohol, had already been unable to resist, and if she didn't retreat, she was afraid that she would get drunk.

As soon as Song Zhiyao walked to the door, she saw Liu Yichen standing not far away with a wine glass in his hand, looking up at the moon, and the scene was beautiful for a while.

Song Zhiyao's gaze couldn't help but fall on Liu Yichen for a long time.

Liu Yichen turned around and glanced at Song Zhiyao and said; "The prince is drunk?"

Song Zhiyao suddenly came to her senses and shook her head; "I'm not drunk, I'm just a little drunk, I've disturbed the regent, and I ask the regent not to be surprised."

"No, since the prince is drunk, let's go back and rest early, and I will return to Beijing tomorrow."

Song Zhiyao walked up to Liu Yichen and said; "Regent, the moonlight is good today, why don't you enjoy the beautiful scenery together?"

Liu Yichen was stunned for a moment, Song Zhiyao was so close to him for the first time, and said with a smile; "Okay, as long as you like it, this king will accompany you."

Song Zhiyao looked at Liu Yichen in shock, what did Liu Yichen say just now? How can a boyfriend say something to his girlfriend? But he is obviously dressed as a man, isn't Liu Yichen like men?

Song Zhiyao asked meaningfully; "Isn't the regent a man-hobby?"

The corners of Liu Yichen's mouth twitched fiercely, like men?

"This king's sexual orientation is normal."

"Oh, why ...... then"

Before Song Zhiyao's words were finished, Liu Yichen turned around and left; "This king is suddenly out of interest, if the prince likes it, he will appreciate it himself."

After Liu Yichen finished speaking, he brushed his sleeves and turned around and left without hesitation.

Song Zhiyao regretted it a little, what did she just say, can't you enjoy the moon well?

I have to force people away.

You see, there's only one person left now, right?

Song Zhiyao shook her head helplessly and sat on the chair, looking up at the moon in the sky, unconsciously, the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming, and now the moonlight was really good.

Although Liu Yichen said to leave, he did not go far, but found a high ground, quietly looked at Song Zhiyao below, and at the same time looked at the moon in the sky, admiring the beautiful scenery at this time.

Following.

Song Zhiyao is ready to go, and so is Liu Yichen.

All the people surrounded the city gate, watching Song Zhiyao leave with Liu Yichen, and everyone surrounded Song Zhiyao, looking at Song Zhiyao reluctantly.

Er Niu walked to Song Zhiyao's side and hugged Song Zhiyao's thigh; "Prince, I have the ability in the future, I must go to Kyoto to find you, and the prince must not forget me at that time."

Song Zhiyao squatted down and looked at Erniudao; "Okay, I won't forget you in the future, if you have the ability, come to Kyoto, the prince's mansion, you are welcome at any time."

"Okay, I'm going to have it."

"Well, I believe you."

Song Zhiyao rubbed Erniu's head, chuckled, and then got up to say goodbye to the villagers.

The enthusiasm of the villagers was beyond imagination, and Song Zhiyao was surrounded by these enthusiasms, painful and happy.

After saying goodbye to these villagers, Song Zhiyao got into the carriage and left.

Lifting the curtain and saying goodbye to these villagers.

Song Zhiyao waved her hand, and this time she left completely.

Lord Hou was squeezed into a corner by these villagers a long time ago, and he couldn't find it.

Song Zhiyao smiled, put down the curtain and left.

There is still a trace of reluctance in my heart, after all, there is no deceit here, only endless labor, not like in Kyoto, there are traps everywhere, this time I returned to Kyoto, I don't know what is waiting for me, Concubine Xiang and Song Jinrui will definitely not let go of themselves.

Song Zhiyao sighed helplessly, looking at the things written during this time around her, Song Zhiyao sorted it out, probably it can be completed in a day when she needs to write, thinking of this, there are still some expectations, but I don't know how to bind this book, it seems that I still need to find someone to bind it, and it must be done quietly, if it is known by Liu Yichen, how embarrassing it will be.