For many days after that, Song Zixun was very busy. Sometimes I'm so busy that I don't even go into the house for a few days.

For more than half a month, every day.

Du Rongzhi didn't care.

Guan'er grew up day by day, and under the careful care of everyone, her wrinkled little face slowly grew, and her delicate and delicate facial features were really the same as Song Zixun.

On the seventh day, the little one finally opened his eyes—those clear and dark eyes, like the stars reflected in a deep pool, and just one look at you quietly made the whole heart turn into water.

Even the old man, who has always been cold and serious, was so happy that he couldn't put it down after seeing Guan'er's "smiling face" at a certain time, and since then he has asked people to send some new and exquisite gold locks and jade pieces, and in less than a month, it filled a whole box.

Du Rongzhi was detained in bed by Mama An every day, in addition to breastfeeding her daughter, most of the time she was either forced to eat all kinds of supplements and medicinal food, or sleep, so carefully conditioned for more than ten days, the originally thin little face was also a little more round, and the skin was fine and smooth like a freshly peeled lychee, so tender that it could pinch out the water. And because he personally fed Guan'er, the thin body in the past has gradually plumped up, the slender waist is like a bundle, the chest is like a rabbit, and the complexion and body are more and more graceful than before the birth.

But Song Zixun didn't know about this.

He came back occasionally, but he just went to sit in his daughter's room, held the child for a while, and then went back to the study in the outer courtyard.

Soon, even the people of Fengqing Courtyard could clearly feel the undercurrent surging between the young master and the young lady: the eldest young master had never visited the eldest young lady since Miss Sun washed the third day, and the eldest young lady seemed to have forgotten the person of the eldest young master at all, and usually didn't even ask a question.

Correspondingly, it is the hearts of the delicate slaves and pretty maids in the outer courtyard, ready to move.

Although Song Zixun also stayed in the outer courtyard at the beginning, after all, it was only occasional, and he was mostly served by a few small servants; Now he lives in the study every day, and when everyone sees it, they can't help but have other plans in their hearts.

There is a bold girl with a heart and eyes, dressed up every day, Chu Chu "frozen" people, often watching Song Zi pass by from afar, either being shy or pretending to be weak, Rao is in this winter day when the sky is cold and everything is withering, and they are stunned to toss out a little bit of purple and red, competing for the prosperous scene.

Others have a way, relying on their old son to serve in the house for many years, and they also have some connections, and they pay tribute to the eldest lady in a roundabout way.

The eldest lady knew what they were for, and she also had her own plans in her heart: in the past, she picked Xianyun Haoyue, with an innocent family background and a gentle temperament, and she couldn't get Song Zixun's pity, but now that he has the Du family in his heart, these people who have stuffed themselves into it are naturally impossible to fall into his eyes. But having said that, now there is a rare opportunity to block Du Rongzhi, and she is still happy to be an adult.

So in the future, she did not refuse anyone who invited An Xiaojing, and when everything that could be collected was almost the same, she chose two or three outstanding ones from these families to serve in the study. Especially one of them, there is a bell named Bell, although he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, he is very exquisite, with apricot eyes and cherry lips, greasy nose and goose fat, and there is a faint shadow of Du Rongzhi between his eyebrows.

The eldest lady had seen her once, and was immediately quite satisfied with the unintentional insertion of willows this time: the bell looked well-behaved, obedient and pleasant, but the light flashing in her apricot eyes could not deceive people. Such an ambitious, heart-higher character...... It's what she likes to see the most.

So the eldest lady was full of motherly heart, and immediately placed the person in Song Zixun's study in the outer courtyard.

However, Song Zixun is used to being cold, and most of the people who can enter his study to serve are a few small servants around him, although there are a few more maids out of thin air, but because they are usually only responsible for sprinkling, sweeping, watering flowers and boiling water, etc., they have no chance to do it in front of Song Zixun.

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On this day, Song Zixun came back from a social outing, he was already a little drunk, Changxing Changwang helped him half leaning on a few couches, one went to ask his mother-in-law to prepare a bath and change of clothes, and the other went to the kitchen to decant the soup.

Song Zixun leaned on the pillow and pinched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably.

Every time he drank it, he had a headache. Usually at this time, she would always help him rub his temples......

He became more and more irritable......

Soft footsteps ringed in my ears.

Song Zixun opened his eyes in displeasure. In the dim candlelight, I saw a girl in a honey-colored jacket and skirt walking towards him with a tray.

It seems to be Du Rongzhi's eyebrows.

He didn't even notice it...... The moment his gaze touched her, he softened, "You...... What's wrong with it? ”

The girl smiled softly and said shyly, "Freshly brewed jasmine tea, sober up the eldest young master." ”

Song Zixun narrowed his eyes, and his gentle handsome face instantly turned cold.

He really drank too much...... How could she come at this time? If she really cared about him, how could he be here?

Naturally, the bell didn't know that he had a hundred turns in his heart. In the past, Song Zixun was only serving a few of his regular servants who had followed him since childhood, and he couldn't even get close to him, but now it was easy to catch an opportunity, so he naturally refused to miss it easily, so he put down the tray with a smile, stepped forward with a teacup, blushed a pretty face, and whispered, "If you don't think the slave is stupid, let the slave serve you and drink." ”

Song Zixun pursed his lips and looked at her, "No need." Then he reached out and took it.

Bell was disappointed.

She had waited so long for it to get into the house, if it was today...... How can there be such a good opportunity in the future?

Seeing that Song Zixun had already taken the teacup, the bell moved, held Song Zixun's palm with both hands, and said with a concerned face, "This tea is still a little hot, young master beware-"

"Presumptuous!" Song Zixun raised his hand violently, and the teacup fell to the ground with a "bang", shattering.

The room was filled with the scent of jasmine.

The bell was so frightened that his face was like paper, and he knelt on the ground with a shake of his legs, "The eldest young master forgives the sins, the eldest young master forgives the sins!" While crying, he kept kowtowing, and tears flowed down his face in an instant.

Changxing, who was urging water outside the house, heard the movement and hurriedly ran in, and when he saw the broken porcelain pieces and the trembling bells on the ground, he didn't understand, and immediately snorted coldly: "What a foolish thing, you can trespass into the master's study!" After saying a look, he rushed to the two mothers-in-law who were five big and three thick and immediately stepped forward, one of them twisted one arm of the bell, and dragged the person out like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Young Master......" the bell couldn't stop crying.

"Wait." Song Zixun said suddenly.

The bell was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced.

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