Yao Jingyi just thought, Uncle Xiao doesn't need my help, how can he let you Song Xingzhi be courteous!

Who would have thought that the next moment, Yang Xutang gave her Zhuluo: "Why are you here too?" ”

Yang Xutang's movements were very natural, as if Song Xingzhi was holding a basket and picking plums for him, which was a normal thing.

Yao Jingyi's face on the side seemed to have been slapped hard, his face was hot and red, and the little uncle was so close to Song Xingzhi!

Song Xingzhi only had the teacher in his eyes: "The students are still big." ”

The silence under the corridor is holding a cloth wrapped in both hands.

"You just wear it, you don't have to rush to return it." Yang Xutang continued to pick plums, and pieces of red plums fell into the bamboo basket held by Song Xingzhi.

"This is the teacher's thing, and it is already very inappropriate for the student to wear it all night, how can it still be occupied?" This piece has been with the teacher for decades, as long as it is winter, it will not leave, and Song Xingzhi does not tolerate him being cold.

Yang Xutang no longer insisted, and the old Gu next to him took over the big from his silent hand.

One night?

What does Song Xingzhi mean? Could it be that he spent last night at Uncle Xiao's place? As far as he knows, Uncle Xiao never lets people spend the night in the Green House!

"How's the book going?" Yang Xutang asked.

"The students are seeing Xu Liechuan." Song Xingzhi replied.

"Tell me about it."

Song Xingzhi glanced at Yao Jingyi and said slowly: "Xu Lie is a general of the previous dynasty, he was invincible in a hundred battles, and was captured by King Shatuo when he fought with Shatuo. Xu Lie was imprisoned for twelve years, and King Shatuo tried every kind of courtesy and temptation to make him submit to him. However, Xu Lie was unyielding and never served the two masters, and finally fled back to Qiguo, drew a map of the ten parts of Shatuo, and finally led the army to defeat the king of Shatuo a few years later, becoming a famous general through the ages. ”

Song Xingzhi is actually reading "The History of the Old Qi Year"? Yao Jingyi said coldly: "Senior Brother Song's book is okay?" ”

Song Xingzhi stared at Yao Jingyi: "Although I just recited the biography of Martyrdom, I also admired Xu Lie's loyalty very much. Of course, when it comes to Zhongyi, he is not as good as his senior brother great-ancestor Yao Gong. Yao Gong served the two generations of monarchs of the Li family, and the year before last, because he was not awarded the title of Emperor Feng, it was really awe-inspiring. Senior Brother Yao, I think you will definitely practice the Yao Gong Festival and devote yourself to the Li family of Qiguo. ”

What does Song Xingzhi mean? Why does he think this is sarcastic about himself!

Yao Jingyi's heart was turbulent, his uncle had accepted the title of Xingguo, and even wrote to Luodu himself.

Did he know something? Does Uncle Xiao also know something? Yao Jingyi couldn't help but look at Uncle Xiao, but he saw that his warm eyes were looking at him with three points of coldness, and he was terrified for a while.

Aunt Gu had already packed the snacks and came over.

"Jing Yi, it's cold now, you can go back quickly!" Yang Xutang said.

What about Song Xingzhi?

Why did Uncle Xiao only chase himself and keep him alone?

Song Xingzhi had already treated him as if he didn't exist, and was by Yang Xutang's side, concentrating on picking plums.

"Okay, let's go together?" Yao Jing together.

Song Xingzhi thought to himself that I can't leave, do your! She glanced at him coldly and said, "I'm not on the way with you, Senior Brother Yao should go first!" ”

"......" Yao Jing looked at Yang Xutang, his expression was calm, as if the coldness just now was his own delusion. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he took the food box and said goodbye.

When he went out from under the porch, Yao Jingyi couldn't help but turn around. saw that Song Xingzhi was dressed in green clothes, and his slender figure was not as tall as Yang Xutang's shoulders. While he was picking plums, his fox-like eyes looked at Uncle Xiao from time to time. She didn't know what she was talking about, and her eyebrows fluttered.

Yang Xuntang seemed to be listening, but as if he was not listening, the corners of his mouth were always smiling, showing a trace of gentleness.

The master and apprentice are between Mei Xue, one white and one green, like a fairy picture.

Yao Jingyi was shocked and left the green house in a daze.