"Yes." Sihai raised his eyes and looked at his master, and found that her expression was not a little better than that of the third master, and he was a little worried for a while.

These two are not quarrelling, right?

Alas, I don't know when the Eight Desolations will come back, and he really can't bear this pressure alone.

At night, a horse-drawn carriage traveled from the back door of the house along the hidden alley towards Wuyi Alley at the eastern end of the city.

Wuyi Lane, the settlement of the nobles of Gaomen who is a little famous in Huacheng, and the Pingyang Marquis Mansion occupies the most secluded part of this alley.

The carriage went down Wuyi Alley, detoured through the back street of the Hou Mansion, and stopped in front of a vermilion lacquer gate.

Shikai jumped off the edge of the car, and the hand knocking on the door just raised.

I heard the "click" of the latch inside the door, and the door was opened, revealing a familiar face.

Sihai smiled when he saw him: "Uncle Song, you opened this door in time enough!" ”

"I'll be waiting for you, old man! When you hear the sound of carriages, it's probably you. Hurry up, please come in! "Uncle Song is an old man in the Hou Mansion, and he can be regarded as watching Song Huaijin grow up.

At the beginning, Mrs. Hou Yan Ruyu died of illness, Song Huaijin did not mourn secretly, and most of the slaves in the Hou Mansion were dismissed, only he and a few loyal ones were retained.

In Song Bo's eyes, Yan Ruyu can come back from the dead, and the biggest benefactor is Nanwu.

She saved not only Yan Ruyu, but also Song Huaijin, who was like ashes. If she hadn't been there, Song Huaijin might have become a walking corpse, and the Pingyang Hou Mansion would definitely not be where it is today.

Nanwu was respectfully welcomed into the inner courtyard by Song Bo all the way, Yan Ruyu saw her from a distance, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Auntie, the concubine has been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

Nan Wu looked at her with a soft gaze: "The slave family's fault made Mrs. Hou wait for a long time." ”

Yan Ruyu glanced at her, took her to her seat, and said coquettishly: "Auntie, don't call yourself a slave in front of the concubine, the concubine still wants to live a few more days." ”

As the two were talking this, Song Huaijin walked in from outside and glanced at him lightly: "Coming?" ”

"Master Hou is gracious, so naturally you have to come." Nanwu picked up the teacup, blew the foam on the water, and took a sip.

Song Huaijin snorted, and joked with a smile in her eyes: "Didn't I see that my aunt has had a wonderful life recently, please come over and catch up on the old days!" ”

Wonderful? I'm afraid it's going to be in dire straits!

"Alright, don't be weird! Tell me, did you get any news again? Nan Wu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly picked out the truth.

"You're really boring for ten years." Song Huaijin pursed his lips and continued, "Emperor Chu Yuan sent someone to Huacheng to find out your details. ”

"So, you've already dealt with this guy?"

"Nature." Song Huaijin squinted his eyes lazily, and said leisurely, "In the realm of my Pingyang Hou, naturally you have to have an explanation with me Song first!" ”

"So?" Nan Wu seemed to be smiling, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "What explanation did you give him?" ”

Song Huaijin didn't speak, but the smugness was written on the door of his head.

Yan Ruyu on the side looked at the man's childish and arrogant side, covered her lips and laughed lowly, and pulled Nanwu's sleeve: "Husband, he said to the adult, aunt, you are a goddess, you only know some things about yin and yang, ghosts and gods, and your invulnerability skills are all tricky." ”

"That's it......" Nan Wu hooked his lips and smiled, glanced at Song Huaijin, and was as kind as a streamer, "The slave family has thanked the Hou Ye first, and the slave family is very satisfied with this new identity." ”