The reason why Xiaoman was left to talk was actually to learn more information.

Because of Zhao Yuanzhen's identity, he has some things that he doesn't want to ask, and he doesn't dare to ask; And Xiaoman is different, this girl looks like she has no scheming and is easy to deceive, and it can almost be said that she has to answer questions.

As the plates of osmanthus compote and pineapple cake gradually emptied, the time for a stick of incense soon passed.

Song Ting also got most of the information he wanted, so he clapped his hands, stood up and stretched, and said to Xiao Man: "Are you tired?" Why don't we go out for a walk? ”

"Okay! Okay! Xiao Man's tone happily agreed with this proposal, and the master of the horse pulled her to chat for so long, asking her a lot of questions, which made her feel valued.

"Wait for me to wash my face......" Song Ting retained the habit of combing his hair and washing his face when he went out in his previous life, so he wanted to wash his face when he went out this time.

Xiao Man couldn't help laughing, revealing a row of white jade teeth: "Master Pony, I think you really have amnesia!" It's Shen time, how can anyone wash their faces at this time? ”

"Can't you wash your face when Shin Shi?" Song Ting subconsciously asked, and began to calculate in his heart, Shen Shi was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Thinking of this, he smiled deliberately: "Didn't I just wake up...... By the way, how long did I sleep? ”

Xiao Man snapped his fingers, and then his face was full of surprise: "Ah! You've been in a coma for nine hours. At that time, you were still in Jiangning, and the doctor gave you an injection, saying that you would wake up soon. I didn't expect to wake up after nine hours. ”

"Oh, the river I jumped in Jiangning......" Song Ting muttered to himself.

Xiao Man quickly brought a basin of water, Song Ting washed his face with a towel, and was about to pour his hair, when he looked in the mirror and saw this head full of loose hair, he was dumbfounded.

"This ...... How do you get it? ”

Seeing that Song Ting couldn't even comb his hair, Xiao Man laughed coquettishly again, laughing at him for really having amnesia.

Laughing and laughing, Xiaoman still helped Song Ting comb his hair very obediently, set up the hairpin for him, and picked up a silver hairpin and stuck it horizontally on his head.

Song Ting suddenly felt that he was much more pleasing to the eye in the mirror.

followed Xiaoman out of the cabin, and saw Qingzhu outside the door, Qingzhu stood in a very high position in the cabin on the second floor, looking at the sky obliquely, blowing the jade flute, Song Ting listened to her for the first time, listening to this gentle voice, I couldn't help but fall into self-forgetfulness.

The spring breeze in March slowly blows the neon clothes of green bamboo, and her elegant posture flutters, which has a bit of dust. The sound of the flute sounded slowly, and every note seemed to hide an unspeakable secret.

"Sister Qingzhu is very good at giving, right?" Xiaoman innocently showed off to Song Ting.

Song Ting smiled, "It's very good." ”

On the bow of the boat stood a pretty woman as cold as ice, her face seemed to be condensed with a thin layer of frost, and she did not greet anyone when she came.

Song Ting stood for a moment, but still took the initiative to walk over and say hello: "You are the Ghost Sword Girl, right?" I heard that you saved me, thank you very much. ”

Youjian glanced at Song Ting lightly, ignoring what he said, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Okay." Song Ting didn't continue to speak, and stood on the bow of the boat with her to watch the scenery quietly.

"Xiaoman, let's go." After standing for a while, Song Ting felt that it disturbed her solitude, so he took Xiaoman to other places.

When I got to the stern, I bumped into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, who was a snow goose.

Xue Yan lowered her head and conveyed the princess's itinerary to Xiaoman: "Sister Xiaoman, the princess told us to get off the boat and stay in the Drunken Immortal Building tonight."

"Got it, Sister Snow Goose. You go and talk to Sister Qingzhu and Sister Youjian as well. ”

"Well, I'll go."

At the end of the day, the group got off the boat and asked for four upper rooms to stay in the drunken fairy building, and also ordered a table of wine and food to eat at night.

Song Ting didn't expect that Fu Yinliang would be Xiaoman, and this little girl would actually be in charge of finances, which really surprised him.

To tell the truth, with a princess and four maid beauties next to him, he subconsciously took the initiative to pay, but he really couldn't find even a single copper on his body.

Song Ting couldn't understand how this "Song Xiucai" had no father, no mother, no money and no power, how did he marry such a beautiful princess?

There are some things in the world that are really inscrutable.

Zhao Yuanzhen invited a doctor for the Song court, who is said to be a famous doctor in Jinling City, surnamed Gongsun.

Doctor Gongsun took the pulse for Song Ting for a long time, stroked his beard, and said slowly: "The old man has been practicing medicine for more than 40 years, and he has never seen such a peculiar pulse. This...... This ......"

"What the hell is going on with my father-in-law? Doctor, it's okay to be straightforward. Zhao Yuanzhen stood aside and asked.

"This ......" Doctor Gongsun hesitated for a long time before saying: "According to the pulse of Gongzi, I really can't see that Gongzi has any diseases!" As for the amnesia mentioned by Childe, the old man has also heard a little...... But ......"

"But what?"

"But Childe doesn't seem to have amnesia, but a temporary loss of soul, but he came from fright. Wait for the old man to prescribe some prescriptions, take medicine to recuperate, and after some time, he should be able to reply. ”

Knowing that Song Ting was not sick, but there were some problems with memory recovery, Zhao Yuanzhen was relieved, asked Xiaoman to pay the consultation fee, and sent Dr. Gongsun away with peace of mind.

After dinner, some wine, and a few words of chatting, a dull atmosphere was born, and they went back to their rooms to sleep.

Song Ting could see that Zhao Yuanzhen had something on his mind, but he didn't dare to ask rashly, after all, he was an impostor, and he would be killed if he accidentally exposed it. As for the round house, it may be natural to be an ordinary couple, but this is a princess in front of him, and he doesn't dare to mess with apes and horses.

I don't feel any regrets, after all, they are already husband and wife, and the future is long, what he is worried about now is not the matter of the round house, but how to really live as an ancient person.

The night is slightly cool, and the moon on the ninth day of the first month is not round, nor is it lacking. It is so faintly shrouded in the whole Jinling City, hazy and elegant, soft and faint, neither because it is too bright to make people miss their relatives, nor so that there is no light and can not illuminate the wanderer's feet.

At this time, Jinling City has not yet implemented a curfew, and the streets are still brightly lit, with chariots and chariots, Ma Xiaoxiao, and the Qinglou Chu Pavilion on the bank of the Qinhuai River is a tourist and business is booming.

It wasn't until midnight that the noise gradually faded away, and the whole Jinling finally returned to tranquility.

And the Zuixian Building located on South Street, even if almost all the guests turned off the lights and went to sleep, there was still a light on, and the shadow of this person appeared on the window paper, and the owner of the shadow seemed to be struggling to write.

The owner of this shadow is Song Ting, who is copying the letter written by "Song Xiucai" to Mu Yunchuan at the moment.

Because he knows very well that if he wants to live safely in this new world, relying on the excuse of "amnesia" alone is definitely not enough, he needs to accept "Song Xiucai" and truly live like him, so as not to be suspected.

Not to mention far away, take this Mu Yunchuan in Yangzhou as an example, if he has really intersected with "Song Xiucai" for many years, then it is impossible for him not to know the handwriting of "Song Xiucai". Therefore, if you want to hide from the world and gain a long-term foothold in this new world, handwriting is the primary evidence.

From the time he finished dinner to the present, he had copied the letter seventy-three times, and it was generally possible to cover up the past, but in terms of details, it was not possible to accomplish it overnight in a day or two. He is just copying a rough idea today, and he will have to find more handwriting of "Song Xiucai" in the future to be tested and copied.

When the husband had already begun to beat the four watchmen, Song Ting finally couldn't hold it anymore, he burned all the paper he copied with an oil lamp, then stuffed the original letter into his arms, and lay down to sleep.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

When he got up with his eyes rubbed, Xiao Man had already come in with a basin of washing water.

Xiao Man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his snow-white wrists, humming a brisk tune in his mouth, looking hardworking and capable, humming a tune while coming over to dress Song Ting.

Song Ting subconsciously dodged for a while, took the clothes and put them on himself, and then said to Xiaoman: "You don't need your help to put on the clothes, come and help me comb my hair." Xiaoman, your combed hair looks good. ”

The trick of praising people really worked, Xiaoman listened to Song Ting's praise, looked very happy, and worked more neatly, combed Song Ting's head in three or two clicks, and with a silver hairpin through the bun, she finally showed a smile that was finished.

After being so close, Song Ting noticed that there was actually a pear vortex when she smiled, and there were two small tiger teeth hidden outside the two rows of neat white jade teeth. Pear Vortex smiled lightly, slightly revealing tiger teeth, like a very cute look!

Song Ting brushed his teeth with brushing his teeth and tooth powder, and after combing up, Xiaoman sent a bowl of lotus seed soup and a drawer of steamed buns, the lotus seed soup is cold and sweet, melts in the mouth, nutritious and delicious, the buns are fragrant and soft, and when you bite into it, the gravy splashes, what a cool word!

Song Tingxin said: How can you eat such delicious things in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, it is still the authentic taste made by the ancients, and the slow work is delicious.

After breakfast, Song Ting was told that he was on his way again.

This time it was from Jinling to Yangzhou.

Only when she returned to Yangzhou could the marriage between the princess and him be considered to have a successful conclusion.

However, what really didn't make him understand was that this marriage was a bit ridiculous from any point of view. A dignified princess, there is no escort team? Except for the four maids-in-waiting, there were no retainers, no family send-off team, and no accompanying guards...... It's just so weird.

This time from Jinling to Yangzhou, it is no longer a boat to hire, but three carriages, he and Xiaoman share one, Xiaoman is cheerful and lively, chattering, this road is not boring.