Li Ruoyu was talking all the way, and Song Ningyao replied helplessly, the only pedestrians on the road pointed at their strange combination, Li Ruoyu didn't care at all, and still snuggled on the shoulders of Song Ningyao, who was a head and a half shorter than herself.

Song Ningyao was paralyzed, Song Ningyao was originally a modern person, and she didn't have the thoughts of these ancients, so she didn't care about other people's fingers, the only thing she was curious about was that Li Ruoyu, the demon, was not uncomfortable? Twisting his body and leaning on his shoulder along the way, after all, he was so short, this position was uncomfortable.

"Hey, you're going back!" Song Ningyao and the three of them have been on this road for a long time, but they are holding a demon on their bodies, and they don't dare to go home directly.

"It's okay, hey, send Xiao Yao'er home and go back!"

"My house is coming soon!"

"I watched Xiao Yao'er enter the house!"

Song Ningyao was speechless, this sticky spirit couldn't be shaken off, could it be that she had to walk back and forth on this street all night? Song Ningyao was helpless, and Feng'er and Feng'er kept yawning, but Li Ruoyu couldn't move.

The footsteps stopped, Feng'er and Li Ruoyu turned their heads together,

"Feng'er, let's go! Get back! Song Ningyao turned around and walked in the opposite direction, and Li Ruoyu on her body also turned around, and with the same action, Song Ningyao rolled her eyes at the sky.

Beautiful men are eye-catching, but I want to go home now, I don't want to see it, and beautiful men don't be so clingy, okay? Song Ningyao shouted to the sky in her heart.

Feng'er hurriedly followed the footsteps, "But, miss..."

Song Ningyao knew what Feng'er wanted to say, so she said helplessly, "It's okay, we can't hang around here all night, let's go!" ”

Li Ruoyu hooked the corners of her mouth and showed a bright smile, Xiao Yao'er was finally willing to take herself home, if Song Ningyao knew what Li Ruoyu was thinking, she might spit on Li Ruoyu's face.

At the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Ruoyu shook the demon on his shoulder, "Hey the demon!" Enough is enough, right? Isn't this a light effort, and the eaves are very powerful? You can't possibly not, right? It's not easy to climb inside from the outside, so we don't have to climb the wall again, so you can take us in with light work, right? ”

"Xiao Yao'er climbed the wall and came out?" Li Ruoyu was surprised, why didn't this girl do what a normal girl did?

"Or else?" Song Ningyao rolled her eyes at Li Ruoyu, how could this young lady go out so well at night? What's more, it's better to go to the Qinglou! Subconsciously, Song Ningyao also touched her buttocks, which hurt before.

Li Ruoyu saw it clearly, and smiled secretly, "Okay, for the sake of the husband, I'll take Xiao Yao'er in" to hug Song Ningyao's waist.

"Hey, hey, stop, get the wind in first!"

"Xiao Yao'er, how can you let your husband hug other women?"

Song Ningyao was helpless, "Less poor, hurry up." ”

"Yes, ma'am!"

Song Ningyao was amused by Li Ruoyu's teasing appearance, and she no longer resented Li Ruoyu calling her wife.

Feng'er has never been in contact with a man, and she is not as open as Song Ningyao, she is a little embarrassed,

I saw that Li Ruoyu seemed to know what Feng'er was thinking, and ordered, "Close your eyes!" ”

Feng'er obediently closed her eyes, tightened her waist, and left her feet off the ground, in an instant, as soon as the hand on her waist was loosened, Feng'er opened her eyes, she was already standing in the courtyard wall, looked around, there was no one, pouted, "This Li Gongzi is really realistic, and if the task is completed, he will go to Miss without saying a word!" ”

Song Ningyao was really envious when she saw Li Ruoyu flying up and down, if only she would do it herself.

Li Ruoyu, who came back to pick up Song Ningyao, saw Xiao Yao'er's envious eyes, and stretched out her hand to hug Song Ningyao, "How is it?" Handsome, right? Xiao Yao'er has to hug tightly! ”

Song Ningyao didn't care about Li Ruoyu, Li Ruoyu didn't have a brain, and jumped with Song Ningyao, "Ah! Song Ningyao, who had lost her heavy feeling, screamed in fright, but fortunately, Song Ningyao suppressed it in time and didn't make too much noise.

Li Ruoyu, who had already reached the ground, looked at the little man in his arms with his feet tied to him with his hands on his body with a funny expression, "What? Is this reluctant to be a husband? ”

Song Ningyao opened her eyes when she heard this, and when she saw Feng'er looking at her with contempt, she was immediately embarrassed, and got off Li Ruoyu's body neatly, "Okay, thank you, you can go back!" ”

"Xiao Yao'er, is this a husband who will throw it away when she runs out?"

"Don't make trouble, go back quickly!"

Li Ruoyu saw that Song Ningyao was serious, and it was rare to return to normal, "Okay! I'm leaving! Remember to promise me three conditions! ”

"Alright! I know, I can't forget! ”

"Remember the flower girl who picked you up after half a moon!"

"Yes!" ……

Li Ruoyu, who was finally verbose, jumped off the wall and walked away, Song Ningyao and Feng'er walked towards their yard with Yao!

A man in red on the roof, his eyes followed the two little figures on the cat's body, "Prime Minister's Mansion? Song Yao? Song Ningyao, an idiot lady? It's getting more and more interesting. ”

……

"Lord Wang, the person who is staring at the drama has come to report that Miss Song has gone to Wanhualou according to the clues we revealed, and now she has returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Night knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Hmm!" Bei Muxuan responded lightly, and continued to flip through the official documents in his hand, without the slightest intention of putting it down.

After a while, I was still kneeling in place and was a little puzzled, "What?" What else? Let's just say it, don't be spittering. ”

With Bei Muxuan's order, Ye didn't have any worries and then replied, "Miss Song was personally sent back to the Prime Minister's Mansion by the owner of Wanhualou, and the two behaved quite affectionately. ”

"Oh? Did they know each other before? Bei Muxuan raised his eyebrows.

Ye shook his head, "Judging from the information found in the play, it is impossible for Miss Song to have contact with Wanhualou before, let alone with the owner of Wanhualou, and her subordinates are sure that this is their acquaintance." ”

"That's interesting! The eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the owner of Wanhualou, let the people who are staring continue to pay more attention. Bei Muxuan picked up the official document again and continued to read it, and instructed lightly.

"Yes! Lord Wang"...

The next day, Song Ningyao, who got up, looked at the thing hanging around her neck in a daze, "I don't know how my mother is?" She should meet me this time, right? Anyway, go and see, and ask my mother what this stone-like pendant is! ”

Song Ningyao had the impression that this pendant had been following her, so it should be worn by her mother.

"Wind!"

Hearing the sound, Feng'er hurriedly ran into the room, "Miss, what do you have to order?" ”

Looking at Feng'er, who was much more lively and happy than before, Song Ningyao was naturally happy, "Let's go, go to the kitchen, boil some tonic soup and send it to my mother!" ”

"Yes, Miss!"

Feng'er obediently followed Song Ningyao to the kitchen.

"See Miss!" The people in the kitchen saluted respectfully when they saw Song Ningyao coming.

Song Ningyao looked at the subordinates who didn't take themselves in their eyes before, but now they were respectful to themselves, "Hmm! Song Ningyao responded lightly and heavily!

Song Ningyao doesn't give any evaluation of these people's attitudes, as long as they don't fall into her hands in the future, she doesn't want to care about the past!

Immediately, the steward in the kitchen stepped forward, "The eldest lady has something to send someone to order, why bother the eldest lady to go through such a situation!" ”

Song Ningyao said lightly: "No need, Miss Ben wants to prepare some tonic soup for her mother herself, just give me a place where I can cook, you can do whatever you want, don't pay attention to me!" ”

The people in the kitchen were fluted one by one, including Feng'er behind Song Ningyao, Miss, she made the tonic soup by herself? After so many years of mistreatment, why don't you see Miss make her own food when she eats leftovers, when will Miss make tonic soup again?

Feng'er followed Song Ningyao into the kitchen with a confused face, "Miss, why don't you let the kitchen people do it?" Madame will understand Mademoiselle's mind! Feng'er thought it was because of Madame that she wanted to learn to do it.

Song Ningyao was helpless, "Feng'er, you have to believe your young lady, it used to be before, isn't there no condition to show it to me, now, although you are optimistic, go and call a fire!" ”

Feng'er had to find a girl who burned the fire casually.

"Feng'er, go ask the kitchen manager to find some Huaishan, wolfberry!"

"Yes, Miss!" Feng'er hurried to find the steward again.

"Little girl, you come to burn this fire, first you have to make a big fire!"

"Yes, Miss!" The little girl nodded respectfully and began to burn the fire!

As soon as Song Ningyao entered the kitchen, she saw black chicken, and instantly there was a tonic soup of Huaishan wolfberry stewed black chicken in her mind.

Feng'er took Huaishan and wolfberries, Song Ningyao soaked Huaishan wolfberries in water, and told Feng'er to clean the black chicken and slice the ginger...

When the water boils, Song Ningyao blanched the black chicken in the pot, removed the blood foam, and then put all the ingredients into the cup, added a little white wine and hot water, put it in the steamer, and steam it for about 20 minutes...

Song Ningyao, who was waiting for the time to pass, thought to herself, should you open a small stove in her small yard? This way, it is convenient to eat what you want, and you don't have to go here to borrow the kitchen when you want to do something for your mother...

The time was very fast, 20 minutes passed like this, Song Ningyao instructed the little girl who burned the fire to turn the fire into a medium fire, as for why Song Ningyao didn't burn the fire herself, it was because she couldn't control the heat!

Song Ningyao directly took out the cup of stewed chicken soup and put it on the fire to stew!

"Miss, how long is this going to take?" Feng'er looked at Song Ningyao's flowing movements and asked curiously.

"Stew for an hour!" Song Ningyao's hand movements did not slow down in the slightest and replied.

Then he turned his head to look at the fire maid, "Little girl, what's your name?" ”

The maid hurriedly replied, "The slave's name is Erya!" ”

Song Ningyao pouted, how uncaring is this mom's name, the second girl has all come out, is there still an iron egg?

"Erya, you control the heat! It just so happened that it was time for dinner, so I would cook a few more dishes for my mother, and we would go over and eat together! ”

Looking at Song Ningyao's young lady who wanted to cook after making the soup, she was a little puzzled, "Miss, obviously we have always been together, why do you seem to be doing these things very simply, but I don't know at all?" ”

Song Ningyao froze for a moment, "This... It's not like I used to be much more hungry, I always think about those delicious things all day long, and when I think about it, I will think more about the way these dishes are made, no, you see, what I make is not the same as other people's, and you don't see it, I do it relatively unfamiliarly, it is all slowly groped according to the memory that I have thought about many times in my mind. ”