Song Qingyuan smiled lightly, "This time I went to Fucheng, and I also planned to visit the prefect." ”

"Even if you can't build a good relationship, you have to ease the relationship, don't ask for all friends, but ask for fewer enemies!"

"Hmm!" Old Man Song patted Song Qingyuan and said with relief, "Yuan'er is right." ”

"Our Song family doesn't seek to be exquisite, but it is better to offend one less person, or one less."

"Master will give you the post when the time comes, you take the post and go to see it."

"I just don't know, can I, the post of the eighth official, knock on the door of the prefect." Old Man Song laughed self-deprecatingly.

Song Qingyuan pointed at himself playfully, "Isn't there a little peasant girl from the eighth grade, it is the saint who has sealed it." ”

"In this way, if the prefect is not seen, then he will not give the current saint."

"That's right!" The grandparents and grandchildren laughed "haha", sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere just now.

Three days later, at the door of Song's house.

Song Chengli set up the carriage, and Song Qingyuan led people to move things up, including starch, vermicelli, lotus root, lotus seeds, as well as various fabrics, embroidery, etc.

It's all the things produced by the Song family, and Song Qingyuan plans to bring it to Lu Zhizhou this time, otherwise she will not be able to come to the door empty-handed when she goes to Fucheng once.

"Yuan'er, catch a few more chickens and ducks at home." Song Chengli said.

Song Qingyuan hurriedly shook his head, "No!" No! Third uncle! ”

"It's hard to take the living, and you can't let go of the dead, these things are enough."

"I just brought some of our own home-made products, to express my heart, if you want to say that there is a shortage, the Lu family really does not lack this."

"That's right! That's right! Song Chengli nodded.

"Then don't bring it if you don't bring it, you be careful on the road."

"Got it!" Song Qingyuan waved his hand, "Milk!" Go back! ”

"I'll pick the shop over there, and I'll be back in a while, don't worry about me, then we'll go."

"Wait a minute, girl!" Tian Ju ran over.

"Girl, you went to Fucheng, what should I do with the embroidery patterns embroidered for the thirteenth master and the thirteenth lady?"

"Hmmm! This ......" Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "Let's talk about this when I come back, it won't take long." ”

The Q version of the villain embroidered for Xiao Thirteen and Mrs. Thirteen and the table will take two days to complete.

Anyway, there's no hurry over there, it's the same when you send it, even Lord Xiao's letter, she hasn't sent it to Liu Wu yet.

"I'll talk about that when I get back." Song Qingyuan emphasized again, "It's good at home, I'm leaving!" ”

"Mother!" Song Qingyuan shouted at the Li family, "Take a good look at our workshop, and I will bring you a gift when I come back." ”

"Oh!" Lee's listlessness responded.

"Then go early and come back early, you are away from home, my mother is worried."

Li patted his chest, indicating that he put Song Qingyuan in his heart.

Song Qingyuan nodded at everyone again and again, and waved his hand again and again, "Go back!" Let's go back! Let's all go back! ”

Lower the curtains.

Song Chengyi drove the carriage and arrived at the entrance of the village, where he happened to meet Lu Mingxuan's six sons and others.

There was also a carriage, driven by a coachman, two carriages, side by side.

Lu Mingxuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at it with a blank look, there were only a few of them in total, and they could take a carriage.

However, Yuan'er's father and brother were there, and he suddenly brought it up......

Isn't it too abrupt!

Never mind! Never mind! Lu Mingxuan shook his head.

Anyway, there are still many opportunities for him to get along with Yuan'er, so don't worry! No hurry!

It's the next day.

The two carriages hurried and finally arrived in Linxian before sunset.

"It's finally here!" Song Qingyuan jumped out of the carriage and took a deep breath.

There was a weak slapping of the body, the road was bumpy, and the bones were about to fall apart.

The traffic in ancient times is really flattering!

"Where are we camping out today?" Song Qingyuan looked at Lu Mingxuan and asked.

Lu Mingxuan often comes and goes to Fucheng, and has also been to many places, and he has more experience than her when he goes out.

"I know a place where the accommodation is good and the food is delicious."

"Come with me!" Lu Mingxuan hooked his hand.

This time, a few people did not take the carriage, but walked, and probably turned a street, and arrived at the inn that Lu Mingxuan said.

"This is it, Yunlai Inn!"

"Looks good!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

This plaque alone is extraordinarily atmospheric, and it feels a little high-grade, but I don't know what it's like inside.

As soon as I entered, the guy greeted me warmly, "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?" ”

"Stay overnight and leave early tomorrow morning." Lu Mingxuan said.

A piece of silver horn was thrown to the man, "Pick a few upper rooms for us, and prepare a table of wine and food, and ask for your best taste." ”

"Okay!" The mouth grinned happily, and the mouth responded, "The upper room is in the backyard, and the guest officer is here, please." ”

Under the leadership of the guys, Song Qingyuan and a few people followed them to the backyard, the backyard environment is good, and there are a few trees in the courtyard.

At first glance, it only feels fresh and elegant.

"How about this young lady staying here?" The guy said, pointing to the room in the center.

Song Qingyuan gently pushed the door open, the cleaning was very clean, and there was a fragrance of air in the room.

"Yes!"

Then the guy arranged rooms for several people, including one room for Song Chengyi and Erlang, one room for the sixth son and the next person who drove the car, and Lu Mingxuan alone.

"Let's have a pot of tea!" After Song Qingyuan finished explaining to the guy, he closed the door, put it in big characters, and slumped on the bed.

"I'm so tired!"

At this time, it would be cool if I could do a full-body spa, Song Qingyuan thought.

By the time a few people had eaten, the sky had darkened, and the moon hung high in the sky, and tonight was exceptionally round and bright.

Song Qingyuan couldn't sleep, opened the window, leaned on his cheeks, and looked at the moon in the sky in a daze.

At this time, Lu Mingxuan's door also opened, and he walked over with a slight smile and stood outside the window.

"Why, can't you sleep too?"

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

"I'm not used to leaving home for the first time, and when I first came out, it was like this!" Lu Mingxuan comforted softly.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "No, this is not the first time I have left home, I have been to Tailai County last time." ”

"But at that time, I was in a hurry all day, so naturally I didn't have extra time to think about anything else, so leisurely like this time."

In fact, it is not the first time she has gone out, it used to be in modern times, when she was in college.

Every time school starts and has a winter vacation, during the summer vacation, she takes the car home with her friends.

For those who have stayed in the 21st century, this small distance is really nothing, but the transportation is really inconvenient.

Then the two chatted for a while, and it was not early, so Lu Mingxuan went back to sleep, and at the same time told Song Qingyuan to go to bed early.

The night passed.

Early the next morning, everyone prepared dry food and began a new round of hurrying.

It wasn't until two days later that Huai'an Mansion finally appeared in front of everyone.

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Chapter 774: The Way