It's quite persistent!

Song Qingyuan said secretly in his heart.

immediately retracted his gaze, ignored Qiao Yu, came to the table, and had dinner with Yang Yunqing and the others. ”

on the dining table.

Yang Yunqing secretly glanced at Qiao Yu, leaned on Song Qingyuan's ear, and laughed softly, "Yuan'er, that Qiao Gongzi has been watching you." ”

"Isn't it a fair lady, a gentleman."

Stretched out his finger and swiped across Song Qingyuan's cheek, "Like frost!" ”

"Tsk! Our garden, but the flow is getting more and more watery! ”

Yang Yunqing sighed, and looked at Qiao Yu again with a turn of his eyes.

The son of the Qiao family in the capital, she has never heard of his name, but not his person.

This time, I saw it.

Sure enough, it's the same monster as in the legend!

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Qingyuan twisted his eyebrows and moved Yang Yunqing's head, "Don't look at it, let's eat quickly!" ”

It's not a pleasant experience to be stared at while eating.

Song Qingyuan lost interest, and felt that everything he ate was light and tasteless, so he could only end it hastily.

"I'm full, I'll go back to my room first, and you can use it then."

Song Qingyuan put the dishes and chopsticks in order, stood up, and went back upstairs down the stairs.

In this process, she didn't need to look to feel it, Qiao Yu's gaze was always on her, turning as she walked.

What the hell is this man trying to do?

The doubts in Song Qingyuan's heart followed.

As night fell, the sky was dark.

The dappled moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the windows and into the house.

Song Qingyuan in the room sat at the table, lowered his head, and flipped through the books in his hand with a "swish".

Under the moonlight and candlelight, the hazy figure looks quiet and beautiful.

"Girl......" Red Sleeves pushed open the door and brought in the face wash, and said at the same time, "Young Master Qiao is still sitting below." ”

"Alone?" Song Qingyuan looked up.

"Yes!" Red Sleeves puts the basin on the shelf.

"He's the only one, and there's that game of chess at the table."

"Oh?" A hint of amusement flashed between Shen Biqing's eyebrows, and she smiled, "I didn't expect him to be quite persistent!" ”

"Yuan'er, I'm going to play a game with him."

"I'm not interested......" Song Qingyuan was about to shake his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The knock on the door sounded again, accompanied by a shrill voice, "Song Nong's ......"

Grandpa Li!

Song Qingyuan's brows moved, and when he heard the voice, he knew that the person outside the door was the eunuch who sent the decree.

It's so late, what is he still doing?

Song Qingyuan had a faint guess in his heart, opened the door and said softly, "I've seen my father-in-law!" ”

"I don't know it's so late, does my father-in-law have something important?"

"Uh......"

Gonggong Li's body stiffened, but there was something "important", which was really ...... It's hard to speak!

A touch of helplessness flashed between Gonggong Li's eyebrows, and he quickly disappeared.

patiently explained, "It's so late, it's wrong to disturb Song Nongnu." ”

"It's just that Gongzi Qiao has been downstairs and refuses to leave."

"What's more deeply exposed, if you accidentally catch the wind and cold, hurt your body, and spread it to Qiao's family and the ears of the queen, it will inevitably lead to misunderstanding."

"I don't know if Song Nongnu can move downstairs and play against Qiao Gongzi, all of them should help the miscellaneous family."

Gonggong Li discussed softly.

Hearing this, the corners of Song Qingyuan's lips pursed.

After a little thought, he said, "It's getting late, and it's really inappropriate to play chess with a man, so Yuan'er didn't want to go." ”

"But since the public has spoken publicly, how can Yuan'er dismiss the father-in-law's will."

Song Qingyuan said, nodding, "Please let my father-in-law lead the way!" ”

"Xie Song Nongnu is considerate!" Gonggong Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this Song peasant girl is not a person who thinks very highly of herself, otherwise if she refuses to him, he is really not good at being strong.

"Song Nongnu, please!"

Gonggong Li led Song Qingyuan, Red Sleeves, and Shen Biqing downstairs in turn.

Sure enough, when Song Qingyuan's figure appeared at the staircase, Qiao Yu's gaze, like a searchlight, accurately shone on Song Qingyuan.

Gonggong Li quickly walked to Qiao Yu's side, bowed down and said, "Gongzi Qiao, the Song Nong's miscellaneous family has found it for you." ”

"Hmm!" Qiao Yu nodded.

looked at Song Qingyuan and stretched out his hand and made a gesture to sit down.

Song Qingyuan didn't twist either, and sat down generously opposite.

Simply pulled the chess box neatly, and continued, "Qiao Gongzi first!" ”

"Good!"

Qiao Yu's voice was crisp and translucent, making the silent night more refreshing.

I saw his slender fingers, holding a white piece, slowly falling on the chessboard.

Song Qingyuan held the sunspot in his hand and followed closely.

But my thoughts couldn't help drifting away, and I remembered the scene of playing chess with Mr. Yue Lin for the first time.

At that time, it was in Mr. Yue Lin's courtyard, and Lu Mingxuan was by his side.

She misunderstood the rules of white son first, and only thought that it was the same as modern times, and it was the one who held the black son first, so she made a big joke about it.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyuan's face was dyed with a smile.

She can still vividly recall the scene at that time, as if it had just happened yesterday.

It's a pity...... Now it's a matter of fact!

The smile on Song Qingyuan's face gradually faded.

"Song Nongnu!"

Qiao Yu suddenly spoke, and said with disapproval on his handsome face, "Please play chess seriously, this is respect for the opponent." ”

"I'm sorry!"

Song Qingyuan bowed slightly and expressed his apology.

Immediately retracted all his attention and concentrated on this chess game.

After a pillar of incense, the victory and defeat have been divided, and it is not surprising that Song Qingyuan was defeated.

"Qiao Gongzi's chess skills are superb, Song Qingyuan is willing to bow to the upper hand, I lost this game of chess."

Song Qingyuan did not hesitate to admit that his skills were not as good as others.

This crisp and neat momentum attracted Qiao Yu to look at it twice.

Eyes swept around, "The beautiful scenery of a good day, the candlelight and the moonlight, can Song Nongnu be poetic?" ”

Poetic?

Song Qingyuan just wanted to "Hehe! ”

"I'm sorry, Gongzi Qiao......" Song Qingyuan shook his head, "I have no poetry, only sleepiness!" ”

"Uh......" The corners of Qiao Yu's lips stiffened, he didn't expect Song Qingyuan to answer like this.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

It was Gonggong Li who reminded him, "Gongzi Qiao, it's late at night, it's time for a few girls to rest." ”

"Tomorrow morning, we have to hurry!"

Hearing this, Qiao Yu stood up and arched his hand, "Sorry, I'm sorry, Song Nongnu, please!" ”

"Goodbye!"

After Song Qingyuan finished speaking, he turned around in a dashing manner, waved his sleeves, and did not take away a single cloud.

The night passed, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into this hut, waking the three girls of Song Qingyuan from their sleep.

Song Qingyuan got up and dressed and washed, and prepared to go downstairs to eat.

As soon as I got out of the room, I looked down and unexpectedly saw the strange boy again.

Qiao Yu!

"The morning light is faint, the sun is rising in the east, can Song peasant girls have Yaxing who compose poems?"

Qiao Yu looked at Song Qingyuan, who walked downstairs, and slowly spoke.

"Nope!" Song Qingyuan shook his head.

"I'm just a layman, and I can't satisfy my hunger with poetry and songs."

"Now......" Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I just want to eat and fill my stomach." ”

Song Qingyuan thinks that he is a person who lives a down-to-earth life.

Those fairy things, or leave it to those talented and beautiful people...... "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers"

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Chapter 1170: Can It Be Poetic?