A few peach blossom trees are planted in the shallow song courtyard, at this time it is the time when the peach blossoms are gorgeous, the simple and elegant courtyard, one side of the stone table and stone chairs, one side of the verdant bamboo is full of vitality, and the scenery is pleasant.

It's just that Ruan Wushuang was lying on the soft collapse but had no intention of appreciating it, her eyes were lazily half-squinted, and her eyes were cast on the sky on the square patio, the blue sky was cloudless, and the sunlight was warm on her body.

And Ruan Wushuang's mood was not very good, she took the red sleeves out that day, she was going to investigate the account books of the shops under the control of the Li family, but she didn't want to make such a fuss, she would raise it for a few days, this bone is comfortable, but this heart is not very comfortable.

It's okay if you don't want to, but the more you think about it, the worse it becomes, and the bad person will follow.

"Miss Wushuang. A familiar and disgusting voice came to my ears. Ruan Wushuang subconsciously frowned, Song Zichen, what is he doing here? Could it be that she knew that she was unhappy in her heart, so she specially sent it to the door?

Ruan Wushuang's half-narrowed eyes simply closed directly at this moment, and called lightly: "Red sleeves." ”

Song Zichen stood in place with the gift box and didn't know whether to move forward or retreat, because Ruan Wushuang didn't answer his words, but after the first two contacts, he didn't think that Ruan Wushuang would give him any good face or good attitude.

"Little ...... Miss. Red sleeves hurriedly ran out of the back room, but Song Zichen was stunned when she saw where the expressionless pestle was, she always felt that the air was a little cold now, and thought to herself, every time her young lady saw this Song Gongzi, the momentum around her body suddenly became so cold.

"This yard seems to be a little dirty. Ruan Wushuang said coldly.

Hearing the sound, Red Sleeves' first reaction was to subconsciously glance at the yard, and his little face couldn't help but collapse, and he said suspiciously: "But Miss, the slave maid just swept in the morning." ”

Silly red sleeves, Ruan Wushuang couldn't help but laugh and helpless, this red sleeves didn't answer, just forget it, and dismantle her stage.

"Red Sleeves, I see that you don't understand what I mean, then I'll tell you once, you listen. As he spoke, Ruan Wushuang sat up with his eyes open, and looked straight at the red sleeves who were standing by the door with cabbage.

"In the future, no one with the surname Song will be able to set foot in the shallow song courtyard. Ruan Wushuang's voice was gloomy, as if there was an undissipated mist, and it was cold and shivering, she was telling Red Sleeves, and she was also telling Song Zichen that she didn't like him to come to her yard.

Her eyes slowly glanced at Song Zichen who was not far away, her meaning was obvious, no matter how stupid Rao was, he also knew what Ruan Wushuang meant.

"Oh, slave gets it. The red sleeves were slightly blessed, and then picked up the cabbage and walked to Song Zichen, and said in a bad tone from his own young lady: "Song Gongzi, you are not welcome here, please go out." ”

Hearing this, Song Zichen was not angry, but hooked his lips and smiled, although he was also annoyed by Ruan Wushuang's words now, but compared to before, he had adapted too much, put the gift box in his hand in the hand of the red sleeve, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Wushuang, I heard that you are injured, this box is a good tonic, and it is extremely useful for treating internal injuries." ”

His voice was as gentle as the gentle breeze in April, coupled with the concerned tone, which made people feel moved, but unfortunately in Ruan Wushuang's eyes, it was just a small trick, his play, in her previous life, she had already seen enough.

"Red sleeves, throw it away. Ruan Wushuang's eyes swelled with a sneering coldness.

"Yes, miss. Red Sleeves hung his head in response.

Song Zichen covered his lips and smiled, but a cold thorn flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to say softly: "No matter what prejudice Miss Wushuang has against Song, please take care of your body, Song will retire." ”

Song Zichen's words fell, if he was about to go out as he said, Ruan Wushuang was a little depressed in his heart, why didn't he feel happy at this moment, but had a feeling of punching on cotton. Looking at Song Zichen's back, Ruan Wushuang narrowed his eyes.

A smug smile swelled on the corner of Song Zichen's mouth, and when he was about to reach the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly paused, and said with a shallow smile: "Oh, by the way, Miss Wushuang, the medicine was thrown away, but don't be angry because it was sent by Song, otherwise Song will be a big sin." ”

Speaking proudly, Ruan Wushuang was angry in her heart, but she concealed it very well, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, but that smile did not contain any temperature, but was a little biting.

"If you don't appear here and spoil the air around you, then it's not a big crime, if you have hands and feet, and you still live in someone else's house, that's a big crime, and the beggar is still self-reliant, then what about you? Ruan Wushuang said every word, every word, and stepped on Song Zichen's dignity directly under the soles of his feet.

Hearing this, Song Zichen seemed to feel the beating of his forehead, his disguised smile froze instantly, and turned into an expression of laughter, anger, anger and annoyance, he pinched his palm tightly, a man is not afraid of being told that he is not diligent, he is most afraid of being told to eat soft rice, and he is compared with the beggars in the streets and alleys.

Song Zichen looked at Ruan Wushuang's eyes cold, gloomy, if his eyes could kill, I am afraid that Ruan Wushuang has been delayed by him thousands of times, knowing that he is helpless against Ruan Wushuang, Song Zichen finally brushed his sleeves away.

Ruan Wushuang sneered, and finally couldn't help but be furious, sure enough, no matter how well a person disguised himself, when you stepped on his sore spot, his defense line would be torn apart until it collapsed.

"Miss, the bird's nest soup is ready. Mama Liu didn't know what had just happened, and at this moment she came out with the soup, and suddenly felt the condensed air, suddenly, she paused, her eyes swept over the red sleeves that were holding the gift box and fixing, and then fixed on Ruan Wushuang.

"Miss...... ...... this," Mama Liu asked inexplicably.

"Bring me the soup, I happen to be a little hungry. Ruan Wushuang smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

Mama Liu's deep old eyes darkened, and then a shallow smile swelled up, and she stepped forward with the soup.

"Red sleeves, don't take it and throw it away. Ruan Wushuang took the soup handed over by Mama Liu, and reminded her loudly that she was panicked when she looked at the gift box now.

"Oh...... Be. Red Sleeves came back to his senses, picked up the gift box and walked to the backyard, the scene just now was really stimulating to the brain.

"The young lady is hungry, so the old slave will go cook some more food. Mama Liu said with a smile, and there was a shallow smile on her face with fine lines and deep cloth.

Ruan Wushuang raised his eyes and smiled back and nodded. After Mama Liu went down, Ruan Wushuang was about to drink soup, but he heard a familiar voice coming.