Da Dezi found that the young master had gone upstairs with Junko.

Chong Meizi hurriedly made a look, and asked the girl to take over the work of lighting the lamp.

He had to go and settle the horse.

I thought that the young master would leave after a turn, but looking at this, I wanted to stay for a while.

Lu Pan sat quietly on a chair with a pot of tea in front of him.

The eyes follow the lights that are lit one by one with the straight and the orbs, and look everywhere.

The "mobile heater" was pushed over, and Lu Pan tested the temperature with his hands.

I felt something soft behind me, and when I took it over, it was a cushion.

It is softer and larger than the cushions commonly used in the house.

It was supposed to be a small medicine bottle on the table, but it was a flower in it.

When I took it out, it turned out to be a fake flower.

It's made of cloth, but it's very ingenious.

Lu Pan looked around and found that there were flowers on every table, and each flower was of a different color.

"Young master, your mouth is dry, drink tea," Junzi poured tea for Lu Pan, and saw that it was still milk tea. Swallowing and spitting, he was actually thirsty.

Lu Pan took a sip and thought: It's not satisfactory, not as good as someone.

He stood up and pointed to the teapot.

Junko immediately nodded with a smile.

The young master didn't give him a good face for a day, but he could see that he was thirsty and let him drink water.

Sure enough, the young master has him in his heart.

Lu Pan looked at the second floor, which was originally wide and open, and now it has been divided into two areas.

The middle partition is interspersed with porcelain and books.

Just as he was about to pick up the book and see what it was about, Shunzi, who drank half a pot of milk tea, came out of the toilet and said, "Young master, you see, this thatched house is much stronger than that of the Shenji Battalion." ”

Lu Pan wanted to ask himself at this time:

When did the fight start.,I actually put the straight by my side.。

Look at the unseen look on that face, how can you see how it doesn't look like his person.

Junzi was aggrieved: It's not that he made a fuss, it was that they used a big vase as a urinal, and a celadon sea bowl as a sink for washing.

Junzi muttered, asked Dadezi, who had just gone upstairs, and pointed to the thatched house: "Whose idea was it?" ”

Dadezi glanced at the girl, and was reminded, "It should be Miss Song." ”

"Young master, listen to it, Miss Song is a loser."

The meaning of Junko is self-evident.

He wasn't surprised and didn't know what to expect.

It's very confusing about a peasant girl, okay, not exactly a peasant girl.

Let's even if Song Fusheng's family was rich before, so it shouldn't be, right?

What do you think, how do you be willing, how dare you use such an expensive vase as a urinal.

He has never seen anything in his son, but he takes good things as good things.

A pee, belching.

Yes, it can be regarded as understood, no wonder the third lady can cooperate with Poria Cake to pick up this small building, you can see how many lamps there are, and it is not too troublesome.

The two of them are a couple, people who don't take good things as good things.

But what made him puzzled was the sentence: Who is the third lady, the girl from the Guogong Mansion. Who is Song Fuling?

At this moment, Lu Pan suddenly asked Baozhu: "Miss Song, does she come often?" ”

"Huh?"

Junko also immediately blinked her eyes extremely quickly.

Mom, why is my heart beating a little inexplicably, I feel that something seems wrong.

Junko didn't bother to analyze the feeling that made his heart beat, and squeezed his eyes at Baozhu.

Big fool, the young master is asking you, what is your reaction.

"Back to the young master, I don't come often. No, I've only been here twice. Or before and on the day of opening. ”

"Then she ......," Lu Pan hesitated.

Shunzi Ke had been carefully observing Lu Pan's expression, analyzing it carefully, and seeing that the young master seemed to want to ask but didn't want to open his mouth, he hurriedly took over: "Is it possible that Miss Song will come recently?" ”

Baozhu shook his head, no.

Junko continued to observe Lu Pan's expression and asked, "Why don't you know." You've been with them all day, and you haven't heard her grandmother mention when you're coming. ”

"I haven't heard of it."

"There's no way she'll come, under what circumstances?"

Junzi found that Lu Pan hurriedly went downstairs, and he was angry and scolded Baozhu again in his heart: a stupid girl.

Hurriedly whispered:

"Ming'er, you just inquire from the side, don't say that we asked.

No, don't even mention that we've been to the store, especially not to mention that the young master has been here.

After inquiring, if you hear that Miss Song will be coming recently, you will send it? You sent him to the side gate of the house to look for me. Remember," he said, pointing to the Great Dezi.

Only then did Junzi go downstairs to catch up with Lu Pan: "Young master, young master, you wait for me." ”

Baozhu and Daitokuko stood at the door of the store, watching the backs of Lu Pan and Junko riding horses.

It wasn't until he couldn't see it that the orb smoothed himself out with his little hand. With a look of surprise, he asked Da Dezi:

"Brother, was I stunned just now? But I didn't mean to.

That's the young master, the young master, he can actually inquire about a girl's house.

Well? Don't say I'm stunned, brother, just this matter, I'll pass it on to the third miss, the three young ladies have to be stunned, do you believe it or not?

I'm afraid that the third lady will also think that whoever can do this kind of thing, our young master can't do it.

But young master, he really asked. ”

Da Dezi was also full of doubts. It was Grandma Ma's granddaughter Miss Song who asked.

Ask Miss Song what she is going to do.

What to do, just want to see other people's girls, isn't it inappropriate?

"Sister, don't pass it on to the third lady, a lot of trouble comes from the mouth. However, well, don't mention this stubble to Grandma Ma tomorrow, just listen to Master Shun, when they haven't been to the store. ”

"Brother, what are you talking about, how can I pass it on, it's just an analogy. That's not right, brother, if Miss Song really came recently, should we send a letter? Would I like to help me inquire tomorrow? ”

Oh, yes.

Da Dezi looked embarrassed: I felt that what I did was wrong.

It's hard to die two teenage children who are begging for a living outside.

"In this case, we should inquire or inquire, and then we will think about whether to send the letter.

Perhaps, maybe it's complicated.

You must know that the young master's personality is very good.

I see that the princes of all the provinces in Fengtian City are bound together, and they are not against him.

We should be thinking too much. ”

……

"Am I overthinking?" Junko was outside the bathroom, whispering to herself.

But he couldn't control himself from tasting it in his heart, so he tasted the sentence: "Miss Song, does she come often?" ”

That tone at the time, tsk.

He has been by the young master's side for many years, and he is sure and sure, he has never heard the young master speak in that tone.

How to describe it?

There seemed to be a kind of tone in it: hesitation, uncertainty, the shame of asking the eldest girl in person?

Ahem, Junko hurriedly shook her head.

Shameful? The young master won't do this.

The young master will have a cold face: This thing is feasible, that thing is not possible, get out, but, shut up and get out.

That's right, that's right, he must have been dizzy to think that there was hesitation and shame in the young master's tone.

However, Junko recalled Song Ling's appearance.

Thought:

Although he was thin and didn't grow up, he had to admit that he went last time, and he was very surprised when he met.

Unexpectedly, it was quite Peugeot after washing.

That seems to have escaped the wilderness, and there is no water spirit hidden in the boudoir every day.

So, is it possible that the young master has taken a fancy to other people's looks?

Bah.

Junko slapped her mouth gently.

I hate myself for thinking about the young master.

If the young master is a person who really likes beauties, Songtao Pavilion will have to be crowded right now, and he can't sit down at two tables. The warbler and the swallow will not be lively.

It's a pity that the young master is not that kind of person at all.

Yingying Yanyan poured wine, and she had to lift the table.

However, Junko's mind couldn't help but wander, and the last time the two of them smiled and talked.

Yes, the young master laughed that time.

After being stabbed by Mi Shou, he asked why you were laughing, and left without wearing a fox fur, because there was smoke and snow outside.

It's snowing so hard, no one calls you outside, no one calls you, and it's okay, why are you in a hurry to go out?

Thinking of this, Junko felt that she was not doing enough for this loyal servant.

So something is wrong, you said he, why didn't he pay attention to whether the young master's ears were hot or not, so he thought about eating.

If your ears are hot, it means that you are embarrassed to run, and it means that you ......

"Master, what are you doing, muttering." Xiao Quanzi was so puzzled that he couldn't do it.

", where do I think of it? Seeing that I was about to come to a conclusion disrupted my thoughts. "Kicked Xiao Quanzi.

"No, Master, the young master is calling you, it's time to change the water."

"Hey, you're a mother, why didn't you say it earlier." Kicked Xiao Quanzi again.

Xiao Quanzi covered his ass: Why is he always the one who gets kicked.

Lu Pan changed his underwear, took the book, sat at the table, and let Junzi send him through.

Junko wiped him with a handkerchief for a while, combed him with a comb again, peeked at the book that had not turned the pages, thought about it, and said without words:

"Young master, the squeezing and stirring egg is finally done, and you don't have to go to the backyard to strike iron.

Tonight, you can take an early break.

In the past few days, you have been striking iron every day, and your wife has asked.

I thought you were going to make artillery again in the house, and I specially instructed you, but it won't work.

However, the little one doesn't say what you're up to. ”

"Yes." Lu Pan flipped the page of the book.

"Young master, you said, just Sister Mi Shou, no, it's Miss Poria.

If she saw this stirrger, she would be very happy, you solved a big problem for her.

I heard that the dim sum thing can't be stirred without the eggs. ”

Lu Pan put down the book and took a sip of tea in his cup.

Shunzi: "...... "You look at it, you taste, taste, don't you mention Poria girl?" I can't even read the book.

"If you want to say it according to the child, young master, we should directly send someone to let Miss Poria come here, and she must come."

Lu Pan: "Why?" ”

Junko swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and now made up:

"You've done it all, and she still can't pick it up?

Besides, if someone else comes to pick it up, he can understand it. That's what you and Miss Poria discussed together.

The picture was drawn by her, and it is better for you to talk to her than to tell others, isn't it?

And you took the painting from her, so you have to return it to her yourself.

In addition, young master, I think that if we really meet, you should also talk to Miss Poria about how much trouble we have to make.

Again and again disassemble and reassemble, you changed it four times. ”

Lu Pan said, "That's not necessary. ”

"If you want to get it, it's not to let her appreciate it, but in case these two are not enough, she went to find other craftsmen to do it, in case that person doesn't know how to pretend to understand, and says it's easy to do, and then fool her. Young master, there is such a possibility, how many people are in the dim sum room. So you have to tell her about it, in detail. ”

Lu Pan suddenly turned his head and asked Shunzi: "It's so big, will it not be enough?" ”

Junko: "......" has the feeling of digging a hole for himself.

Really.

Lu Pan stood up and sorted out his underwear: "Then go and make a few more sets." ”

Junko looked like she wanted to cry without tears.

Why should he owe his mouth, he wants to sleep.

"Young master, you have to get up early tomorrow morning."

When she arrived in the backyard, Junko entered the iron room and was still fighting:

"Actually, young master, don't you think that's the case with everything. For example, if you help someone, it's already good to be able to help the horse, and you don't need to arrange everything. If the arrangement is particularly thoughtful, the other party will only think, well, that ......"

"Go pull the bellows."

Lu Pan began to undress.

——

"You kid, why do you have to be thorough, how can you be so eye-catching. It's not good, really, girl, you have to change it. Qian Peiying rubbed a thick insole for Song Fuling.

What's going on?

Her daughter Song Fuling, isn't this a writing book?

It's about which country to fight which country, wasn't it a matter of several countries working together at that time? It's messed up.

It's hard to put it into words.

Because countries take off from their own territory and fly in all directions.

Where did it end up and how to hit the route, this is not clear, her daughter wrote and threw the pen, and she was angry.

Also, this continent, the English Channel, is indeed a shortcut that I don't understand how to copy.

Then, with a little hand on the door, the girl decided to make her own sand table.

also pinched his small waist, and said loudly: "If you can't write it, I'll make a sand table and demonstrate it directly." I don't believe it, I don't understand it. ”

Therefore, I have to get up early in the morning to go into the city with her grandmother, go shopping, and choose a paper that can replace "masking paper".

Her grandmother asked what she wanted, and the girl said, "I don't need your help, I have to go shopping and buy it by myself, and I have to buy fuel, grass powder, and turf."

For some grass powder, I poured out all the horse food for Xiaohong last night.

The horse food was the two bags that Deputy Lieutenant Geng specially left for Xiaohong when he left. The refined horse food is well prepared, and the inside is just right. The girl poured it well, and pulled out all the hay in the horse food, and Xiaohong watched it beside her.

And this is not the most demonic, what makes Qian Peiying speechless the most is that the homemade sand table needs to use some gypsum powder.

You must know that although there was gypsum powder in ancient times, people here did not often use this kind of thing.

Stupid, the plaster statue was transmitted from the West, it can be seen that the West often uses this thing, but our ancestors did not take this thing seriously.

It's hard to find.

The girl said, "Since there is, I don't believe that I can't buy it." Isn't this what is used to perform chest crushing boulders? If you can't go to the street to find an artist, ask. ”

Frightened, Lao Song hurriedly said: "Don't you go looking for an artist, doesn't that mean telling you that you know those little tricks?" Let's go to the medicine hall. It will be used in the medicine hall. ”

When Mrs. Ma heard this: "The place in the medicine hall is dark." I'll listen to this for a while, and I can understand whether you want to buy it, I know the place. ”

"Where?"

Mrs. Ma: "Coffin shop." ”

Song Fuling's eyes lit up.

It is very likely that that the thing is moisture-proof, and the ancient people buried it, maybe it will really be used.

Qian Peiying had a headache.

Write one, I didn't wait to write much, I had to make a sand table first, and then I had to go to the coffin shop.

Just so that people can understand, as for no, huh?

"As for."

Grandpa Song smiled and shouted, "Slow down and catch the car." ”

turned around and persuaded Qian Peiying: "The child is playing." I heard that outside, I can't understand that she even sings with a gesture, so let's make a small table, and you don't care what she does. ”

Qian Peiying's heart: This is really addictive to you.

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