Before Nanqiang could get angry, Song Qingyu stood up and slammed the long sword in his hand on the table.

Song Qingyu's waist was straight, her face was unruly, and her nostrils were downward: "Then how many of you are counting on it?" Don't hurry up and get out of here! ”

Nan Qiang raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyu like an angry little tiger, opening his mouth wide and whining there.

How dare ordinary people fight with the son of a noble family, looking at Song Qingyu's clothes and dressing, he knows that he is either rich or expensive, and several people look at each other and run away.

Nanqiang looked at Song Qingyu and raised his eyebrows: "People say that the Zhaoyang County Lord of the King of Nanhuai, what does it have to do with you, what are you strong here." ”

"Who said it has nothing to do with me, it's my sister's own daughter, and it's also my niece, she has to call me uncle according to her seniority, and she naturally has to protect me when she becomes someone else's uncle."

Nanqiang suddenly felt that he was taken advantage of by Song Qingyu, and Nanqiang sneered: "That's the hall, what kind of uncle are you, have you been to Nanhuai Palace?" Have you seen the Zhaoyang County Lord of the Nanhuai Palace? ”

Song Qingyu: "Why don't you count, my cousin is also an uncle." Who said I hadn't been to Nanhuai Palace, when I was six years old, I followed my father, my mother and my eldest brother and sister-in-law to Nanhuai, it was then that I saw my niece practicing swordsmanship under the pear blossom tree in Nanhuai Palace, at that time, it was that time that I felt that practicing martial arts was heroic, much better than reading in the house. ”

Nanqiang wrinkled his brows and thought for a long time: "Blow, right?" "Otherwise, why hasn't he seen this little bit?

Uncle Lanxi came to the door, it was a big deal, she still remembered that she had just sneaked back home outside, and she still came back from the back mountain that day......

When she returned to the house, she remembered seeing two uncles, and it seemed that there was indeed a man of great age, but she had never seen a little child about the same size as him?

Nan Qiang looked at Song Qingyu with a look of 'you may be able to get past the blindfolded, and you are unfortunate if you are blindfolded'.

Song Qingyu looked anxious: "I've really been there." Song Qingyu rolled up her sleeves, revealing a bean-sized scar on her white and smooth arm.

Song Qingyu looked at Nanqiang: "This scar fell in the Nanhuai Palace." ”

"Oh?" Nanqiang's brows furrowed even tighter.

Song Qingyu glanced around with a pair of round eyes, and just happened to fall on Huaiqing.

"Dao Chief?"

Huaiqing saw Song Qingyu and Nanqiang sitting at the same table, and seemed to have a good chat.

Huaiqing grabbed a handful of peanuts, walked up, and as soon as he walked in, he heard Song Qingyu say, "Didn't you say that he was dead?" ”

Huaiqing raised his robe: "You muddy boy said who died!" ”

Nan Qiang glanced at it, a pair of peach blossom eyes were swirling around, and he was eating peanuts calmly and leisurely.

Song Qingyu ignored Huaiqing and continued to look at Nanqiang: "This scar really fell in the Nankai Palace, it was when I was still young and naughty, and I sneaked out while the maid who was taking care of me was not paying attention, as if I had entered the open space in the backyard of the Nanhuai Palace."

Then there I met a little dusty little girl in a scarlet shirt, she was as old as me, and as soon as she saw me, she pounced on me and pinned me to the ground, and I scuffled with her, and accidentally hit the thorns, and made a big cut.

Later, my aunt told me that the girl was the concubine of Nanhuai Wangfu. ”

Nanqiang saw that what Song Qingyu said was as if it were true, and Huaiqing raised his eyelids and looked at Nanqiang without a trace.

Nanqiang frowned, after Song Qingyu said this, she seemed to remember something. It seems that there is such a thing, but the truth is not what Song Qingyu said.

She clearly remembered that she would come back from the back mountain, and on the way she met a little boy in a very pink dress blocking her way, and the little kid had an arrogant face and said that she was a little maiden.

Later, the two did scuffle together, but Song Qingyu's injury was not accidentally scratched by the thorns, it was this little rabbit cub who saw that he beat her, and he picked up the thorns on the ground and wanted to hit her.

Whoever wanted the thorn vine to stab, the little rabbit cub threw it at her, and he was not convinced, and when he ran to pick it up, he accidentally tripped on the stone, fell and stabbed his arm on the thorn.

Nanqiang remembered that there was obviously a little fat girl named Bai Zhi who sent him to Nanzhi.

With a mouth that reversed right and wrong, Nan Qiang squinted at Song Qingyu: "You kid, did you win?" ”

Song Qingyu raised her face proudly: "Of course I won, I also beat her to tears, and it is precisely because of this that my father and mother are afraid that I will go to Nanhuai Wangfu to find her trouble, so they will not let me go in the future." ”

Song Qingyu touched his nose weakly, his father and mother didn't let him go to Nanhuai again, because as soon as he went back, he shouted to practice martial arts, saying that he wanted to compete with Nan Zhao, and said that he vowed to beat Nan Qiang's girl all over the ground to find teeth.

The Song family and his wife were afraid that Song Qingyu would really cause some trouble, you must know that their son is stubborn, how can he withstand Nanqiang, who is not light or heavy.

If these two children are really ruthless, they will hurt the dignity of the two families.

Besides, no matter how much trouble the two children make, they can't turn it over, but Song Qing went once, and he said that he wanted to be a general, and if he went twice, he would live in the Nanhuai Mansion and not come back.

Nanqiang just wanted to speak, but Huaiqing poured himself a cup of tea: "Poor Dao heard that there are two young ladies from the Nanhuai Palace, which one are you talking about?" ”

"Naturally, it is the most arrogant and domineering one in the rumors, the third lady of the Nanhuai Palace."

Nanqiang's face became more and more ugly, Huaiqing secretly rejoiced, and Huaiqing continued: "The third lady from the Nanhuai Palace? That's right, it is rumored that she is often arrogant and domineering, on this Nanhuai Street, no one will hide when they see her.

She killed people at the age of twelve, and hung their heads on the doors of their homes. ”

Song Qingyu blurted out: "Cruel." ”

Nanqiang calmed the anger in his stomach: "How did I hear that she killed all evil and was a bandit?" ”

Huaiqing said: "I didn't say that she did a lot of evil, she was doing the right thing for heaven, but she was also cruel, and the two did not conflict." ”

Song Qingyu touched her chin: "The girl's family, she killed people at the age of twelve, and she still hung people's heads at the door of her house, which is really cruel." ”

"What a cruelty!" Nanqiang slapped the table and got up, and Song Qingyu and Huaiqing were startled.

"It's not you, what are you doing with such a big reaction?"

Song Qingyu nodded, and Nanqiang squirmed her lips: "I admire her!" I'm not allowed to talk about her, what's wrong?! ”

Huaiqing saw the stitches: "Protecting her like this, is it possible that you are still an old acquaintance with her?" Or are you old friends with her? ”

"Bastard!"

It was Song Qingyu who said this, and Song Qingyu looked at Huaiqing: "No matter how arrogant she is, she can be regarded as my niece, she is not married yet, how can you talk about her innocence." ”

Song Qingyu said good things, but Nanqiang was disdainful: "People don't necessarily recognize your uncle, so don't put gold on your face." ”

Huaiqing seemed to smile: "It turns out that you are her uncle, and you are offended by talking for a while." ”

Song Qingyu was also angry: "It's okay, it's okay, whoever asks my uncompetitive niece to do something insulting will fall into the handle." ”