"Okay, I'll get out of here." Song Wenjian carefully turned off his mobile phone and put it in his arms.

When Song Wenjian went out, his eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw Mo Xintong waiting outside.

Mo Xintong was dressed in white, highlighting her plump figure to the fullest. The black cloud temples are coiled high, and a long white jade hairpin is obliquely inserted, fresh and elegant, and the city and the country are captivated.

"What are you looking at me for?" Mo Xintong hung her head shyly.

"There's something in your face." Song Wenjian said.

"Ah, what's on my face?" Mo Xintong wiped her face with her little hands like white fat jade in surprise.

Song Wenjian laughed teasingly: "You have flowers on your face." ”

"Got flowers?" Mo Xintong was puzzled.

"Yes, you are as beautiful as a flower, don't you just have flowers on your face?" Song Wenjian smiled as he walked towards the dining room.

Mo Xintong's face turned red, she didn't expect that the always stupid Xiang Guild would say such love words?

What girl doesn't have a spring? But when Mo Xintong married Song Wenjian, there was no romance like love, only endless suffering.

Song Wenjian didn't see Song Hua when he came to the dining room, so he said to the cook: "Call my father to come over for dinner." ”

"Young master, the master didn't come back, just now he asked Zheng Sike to come over and pass the word, saying that he wouldn't come back for dinner in the evening." The cook said.

Song Wenjian saw that this was the case, so he had to eat with Mo Xintong.

Mo Xintong was still blushing, Song Wenjian thought it was hot, and said to her: "If you are hot, let Xiaoqing bring a fan over to help you fan the wind." ”

"No, no." How can Mo Xintong say that this heat is all caused by you?

After eating, Song Wenjian returned to the study, and Xiaoqing helped him light the oil lamp. "Lamp oil is very expensive, can you read these scriptures?" Xiaoqing felt sorry for the five pennies a pound of lamp oil, a pound of oil was almost worth a pound of rice. The second fool just pretends to read a book to please the young lady, how can he know that oil and rice are expensive?

You two fools can read books during the day, and you don't have to waste money at night.

Song Wenjian was furious when he heard this, "You look down on me? ”

"What do you have that I can afford?" Xiaoqing showed her teeth and claws to Song Wenjian, she was not afraid of this second fool.

"Then you ask me to write a poem, and I can write it, so you can kiss me." Song Wenjian deliberately ridiculed in a hooliganistic manner.

According to the custom here, if the dowry maid is favored by the main family, she becomes a maid in the room, serving the husband and wife of the main family, and sometimes having sex together.

If you don't be favored by the master's family, you have to be a maid for the rest of your life until you die of old age.

The best way out for a marrying maid is to become a maid in the room, because she stays in the master's house and knows the secrets of the master's house, and the master's family will not let her marry out.

Ordinary people don't want this kind of maid, just imagine serving the male owner often, who knows how many times the male owner has secretly eaten and played.

In ancient times, men hated women most of all, so how could they want such an innocent personal maid?

This is also the reason why Xiaoqing hates Song Wenjian, like this kind of stupid male host, she will not follow him. If you don't follow him, she will have no way out in the future.

If you can get some rights and money in the master's house, your life will be much better.

"Okay, I'll ask you to compose a poem, how about completing it in the time of a stick of incense?" Xiaoqing looked down on Song Wenjian, thinking how could he compose poems in such a short time?

"Okay, you can solve the problem." Song Wenjian said.

"You will use the word Qingqing as the title." Xiaoqing looked at Song Wenjian narrowly, wanting to watch him make a fool of himself.

Song Wenjian thought for a moment and said: "Qingqing Yishu is sad, and he has been in the hatred of several people. "This is Bai Juyi's "Qingmen Willow", which Song Wenjian plagiarized.

Anyway, there are no Tang poems and Song lyrics in this parallel world, and he can copy as much as he wants.

"Ah, you did it?" Xiaoqing looked at Song Wenjian in surprise.

These two fools are a bit stupid, I didn't expect that they could make such a seven-character poem in just a moment.

Xiaoqing has never gone to school, but since she was a child, she has read some books by Mo Xintong's side and recognized a lot of words, knowing that this time Song Wenjian was under her question, and she didn't run out, so it was difficult to cheat.

Song Wenjian smiled proudly: "Xiaoqing, you lost, hurry up and kiss Young Master Ben." ”

Hehehe, it turns out that it's still quite fun to tease the personal maid.

"No, you're not ready." Xiaoqing's eyes rolled, and he said smartly: "I haven't finished the request just now, and you have written a poem, so it doesn't count." ”

"What else do you want?" Song Wenjian was stunned.

Xiaoqing said slyly: "You want to use Qingqing as the theme to make a five-character poem, your last sentence is Qingqing, and the next sentence is Zeng Cheng, not neat, no." ”

Hmph, I didn't say that the poem you just made can't be used again, but what I'm asking for now is a five-character poem, and you definitely can't write a seven-character poem. Xiaoqing thought proudly.

Song Wenjian pondered for a while, raised his head and said: "The grass on the banks of the Qingqing River, the willows in the lush garden." Xiaoqing, you have nothing to say now, right? ”

"I, I ......" Xiaoqing really had nothing to say.

Qingqing is on the lush side, the riverside is on the garden, the grass is on the willow, this is all right, is this really a five-character poem made by two fools?

Just when Xiaoqing was shocked, Song Wenjian had already come over and hugged her. "Xiaoqing, you lost, kiss me."

Although Xiaoqing is only twenty or seventeen years old, her body is not bad, soft as jade, and she has a special taste in her arms.

Song Wenjian has not had a girlfriend in later life, and he is still a junior brother. Now being kissed by a beautiful woman, it's exciting to think about it.

Xiaoqing's face was as ashamed as a red cloth, she pushed Song Wenjian hard, but where could she push it away?

Suddenly, Xiaoqing cried out in horror: "Ah! Miss! ”

Ah, Mo Xintong is here? Song Wenjian was also so frightened that he hurriedly let go of his hand, with a dignified expression, as if nothing had happened just now.

After all, Mo Xintong is a wife, and it seems a little bad to flirt with the maid in front of her.

When Xiaoqing saw Song Wenjian let go, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran outside.

Hey? What about Mo Xintong?

It's not good, it's tricked.

An hour later, Song Wenjian heard the sound of talking in the courtyard outside, so he put away his mobile phone and walked out.

In the courtyard, Zheng Sike helped Song Hua, who was a little drunk, and said: "Master, this time we turned over, so many people complimented you, even Ma Wei invited you to drink and eat." ”

"What? Is it Ma Wei who invites you to drink and eat tonight? Song Wenjian walked out, his face was not good-looking.

Ma Wei is Chen Huatao's hardcore confidant, how could he invite his father to dinner and drink? When things go wrong, there must be demons.

"Yes, young master, is there anything here?" The more Zheng Sike talked, the more excited he became. "I don't know if you're not in the yamen in the afternoon, many people have come to compliment us, and the master's position can definitely be kept. Chen Huatao is about to step down, if Ma Wei is smart, he must please the master, otherwise he won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

Zheng Sike is not wrong in what he said, Chen Huatao has lost power, and there will definitely be many people moving closer to Song Hua, and this doesn't seem to be much of a problem.

But if it was someone else, Song Wenjian didn't think it was much suspicious, but Ma Wei's words, Song Wenjian felt a little wrong.