"Yuan'er girl" Wang Yuan stood on the side, looking at Song Qingyuan excitedly and a little reservedly.

Song Qingyuan looked up and smiled slightly, "It turned out to be Wang Gongzi"

"Long time no see"

"Childe is also here to find Master Pratt & Whitney"

"Yes," Wang Yuan nodded.

Seeing Song Qingyuan smiling at him, a flash of joy flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes, and he quickly retracted himself.

"Miss Yuan'er is too polite, don't always be Wang Gongzi, Wang Gongzi's, we are also friends now, just call me Wang Yuan."

When Song Qingyuan heard this, he continued to smile lightly and did not speak.

She was not familiar with Wang Yuan, and only had two contacts.

One is because of Li Chunni.

The second is Wang Yuan's donation of books.

As for why Wang Yuan was so enthusiastic, and even changed his name to her without authorization, she was also confused.

So he casually looked at the carriage.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan hurriedly said, "It was my father who came to meet Master Puhui, and I also admired Master Puhui, so I came with me." ”

As soon as Wang Yuan's voice fell, he saw Wang Xian order get out of the carriage and walked over this way.

"I've seen the county magistrate," Song Qingyuan slowly gave a salute.

Wang Xian Ling gave up his hand, "Song Nongnu is polite"

"This official came to visit Master Puhui with his son, and asked Song Nongnu to help guide the way."

Song Qingyuan smiled lightly, "Master Puhui is in the hall, I will lead the county commander to go." ”

"Prefectural Order, Please"

Song Qingyuan said, and asked the county magistrate to enter the Song family.

Inside the Song Family Hall.

When the villagers of Songjia Village saw the arrival of the county magistrate, they knelt down and saluted.

"I've seen the prefectural magistrate"

"I've seen the prefectural magistrate"

Seeing this, Wang Xianling hurriedly waved his hand, "You don't have to be polite, this official is also here to visit Master Puhui, so let's be casual." ”

At this time, Old Man Song had already stood up from his seat.

Seeing this, the county magistrate hurriedly saluted, "The lower official came to see Lord Song, and he took the liberty to come today and disturbed him."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the person behind him.

The subordinate immediately understood and handed over the things he was carrying.

Wang Xianling said with a smile, "Prepare a little gift, and please Lord Song and Master Puhui must accept it." ”

Old Man Song waved his hand, "The county commander doesn't need to be like this"

Then he introduced, "This is the Pratt & Whitney Master." ”

Wang Xianling bowed and saluted, "I have heard the name of the master for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary." ”

"The construction of the temple is completed, and there is a monk like the master sitting here, this hidden dragon land will be blessed for a long time, bless me Daqi, bless me Yulin County."

"In the future, whatever the needs of the national temple, the master can command, and the official will do his best for the national temple."

“”

Wang Xianling made impassioned words, expressing his support for the National Temple and his kindness to Master Puhui.

Master Pratt & Whitney raised his hand and gave the Buddha salute, "Amitabha"

"The old man thanked the benefactor."

"The old man still has to solve the doubts of the villagers, donor"

Wang Xian Ling hurriedly said, "Master, please."

Master Puhui bowed slightly, turned his head and continued to explain to the villagers who had not finished reading it just now.

Seeing this, Old Man Song ordered, "Serve tea to Lord Wang." ”

"Lord Wang, please"

Wang Xianling hurriedly shook his hand when he heard this, "I can't deserve it"

"Don't deserve"

"The one who comes is a guest," Old Man Song smiled.

For the villagers, the Song family is warmly welcomed, not to mention the respect of a county.

"Thank you Lord Song so much" Wang Xian Ling arched his hand, and only after Old Man Song sat down did he sit down in his position.

Wang Yuan, who followed behind Wang Xianling, also sat on the side with his father.

The body is straight, and the eyes are clear.

But the rest of his eyes has been secretly observing Song Qingyuan's location.

Seeing Song Qingyuan leaving, he whispered to Wang Xian Ling to discuss the matter, "Dad, my son has something to discuss with Song Nongnu, and he plans to leave for a while." ”

When Wang Xianling heard this, his brows furrowed, "What's the matter?"

Wang Yuan hurriedly explained, "My son brought a few books and wanted to donate them to Juyouxuan, so that I can make a modest contribution to the students of Yulin County." ”

Wang Yuan's words are high-sounding and righteous.

Wang Xianling just wanted to oppose it, but he didn't know how to say it.

"You" Wang Xian Ling was just about to open his mouth to say a few words.

Wang Yuan immediately said, "The son just handed over the book to Song Nongnu.

"Go and go back, my father doesn't have to worry."

Wang Xianling thought for a while and nodded, "Go and return quickly, don't delay Song Nongnu's time." ”

The word "delay" in Wang County's order aggravated the tone, making Wang Yuan's face change, and soon returned to normal.

So he got up, quickly caught up with Song Qingyuan, and shouted, "Yuan'er girl, please wait." ”

"What's the matter with the prince?"

Song Qingyuan turned around and asked in surprise.

"Well, that's right," Wang Yuan scratched his head shyly.

took out two books from his arms and handed them to Song Qingyuan with both hands, "What Miss Yuan'er has done for the students of Yulin County makes Wang Yuan deeply admired. ”

"Since the last time I went back, I've been paying attention to the books in Juyouxuan."

"Then I specially collected two books from other counties that were not in Juyouxuan, and gave them to Miss Yuan'er, and asked Miss Yuan'er to smile."

"Thank you for donating books"

Song Qingyuan took it, his eyes swept away, Wang Yuan didn't tell a lie, these two books are indeed not in Juyouxuan.

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly and bowed to Wang Yuan.

"Song Qingyuan, on behalf of the students of Yulin County, thanked Wang Gongzi for donating books."

"It's just that Yulin County is not close to Songjia Village, so Wang Gongzi doesn't have to go through a lot of trouble to come over."

"Donating books is a good deed, and Wang Gongzi can directly hand it over to the shopkeeper of Juyouxuan."

"This" Wang Yuan pursed his lips, the smile on his face froze, "That, that next time"

"Hmm"

Song Qingyuan held the book's hand, stiffened imperceptibly, and quickly returned to normal.

Although Wang Yuan covered it up quickly, he was still noticed by Song Qingyuan.

His reluctance just now fell in Song Qingyuan's eyes.

If you don't want to, why do you want to?

Song Qingyuan looked up and saw that Wang Yuan's face was a little red.

A pair of eyes, as if they wanted to look at her, but they didn't dare to look at her, in short, they looked awkward, like a teenager who had just opened his love.

In an instant, Song Qingyuan had a hint of enlightenment, and took two steps back detachedly.

"Yuan'er still has something to do, Wang Gongzi please"

"The Garden Girl"

Wang Yuan stretched out his hand and blurted out.

"What else?"

Song Qingyuan instinctively put on a polite smile.

"Me, I"

Wang Yuan hesitated and gritted his teeth, "Can I play a game of chess with Miss Yuan'er?"

"I heard that the Yuan'er girl is good at chess, and I want to ask for advice."

The more Wang Yuan's words were spoken, the more fluent he became.

Good chess

Song Qingyuan pouted secretly, she was a stinky chess basket

I really want to ask who said this

can see that for the sake of the two books just donated and Wang County's order, Song Qingyuan is not good at losing face to this young man.

So he said kindly, "There are a lot of guests at home today, and I really don't have time to play chess with Wang Gongzi, and I hope that Gongzi will forgive me." ”