Chapter 197: I moved my mind that shouldn't have been moved

Song Dujuan was so smart, he naturally understood Song Xinyi's meaning, and his face blushed for a while.

wanted to defend a few words, but saw that Song Xinyi had already gone away.

He froze and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Because he found that he seemed to have really moved a little bit of that mind.

Originally, before he came, he just thought that he would be a little girl who kept to himself.

But after he came, he found that he didn't seem to be satisfied, and he couldn't even accept his mediocrity.

Tongqi is surnamed Song, why does Song Siqi and Song Zhuyu have good clothes and food, but he has to listen to people before and after?

Even if she takes a step back, Tongqi is a side lady, why was Song Xinyi Keyi assigned to the winery, but she could only beg her grandfather to tell her grandmother to be a maid?

Even if you take a step back, Tongqi is serving guests, why is Song Xinyi's bowl of cabbage leaf soup affirmed and maintained by Ma Pingchuan, but her own bowl of white fungus lotus seed soup is kindly treated as a donkey's liver and lungs?

Even if he can't compare with Song Siqi and Song Zhuyu, but with that stupid Song Xinyi, he is better than him I don't know how many times, why is the treatment so much worse?

This gap, this reversal, he can't accept it.

But he also understands that there are some things that he can't change, such as Song Xinyi was born as a side of Miss Yang, which is destined by God.

So, he can only go to those days that are not destined to happen.

For example, although Ma Pingchuan designated Song Siqi as the main room, he did not set Song Xinyi as the concubine......

Looking at Song Xinyi's back, Song Dujuan clenched his fingers.

I suddenly remembered that I picked up the small paper bag in the kitchen last night.

He watched the thing fall out of Song Xinyi's pocket, but he didn't remind him because he was angry, but picked it up himself.

Ben Yi picked up a treasure, thinking that in the future, he could pinch Song Xinyi.

But who knows, when I went back and opened it, I realized that it was two moldy sugar gourds.

Extremely disappointed, he threw the thing back on the ground, but then he didn't know what to think, so he picked it up again, wiped it clean and wrapped it up again......

Song Dujuan still can't figure out which tendon he has twitched.

However, after seeing Song Xinyi's nervous look just now, he still felt that he should have done the right thing.

Thinking of this, Song Dujuan's mood finally improved again, turned around, and walked towards Ma Pingchuan's room.

"Knock knock!"

Song Dujuan knocked on the door softly, and then called softly, "Young Master Ma!" ”

"Huh? Cuckoo girl? Come on in! ”

I was eating hawthorn cake in the house again, and when I raised my head, I saw the Song cuckoo at the entrance of the station.

When Song Dujuan heard this, he walked in with a smile.

When he arrived at the round table, he was about to bow down, but he saw Ma Pingchuan first pointing to the hawthorn cake on the table and said with a smile:

"This is Mrs. Song just sent someone to send hawthorn cake, I eat it is quite delicious, do you want to taste it?"

Song Dujuan's eyes couldn't help but widen, with a flattered expression, but he still smiled and waved his hand.

"No, no, since this is a good intention of the wife of the head of the family, but the slave and maid will never dare to spoil it, so please let Ma Gongzi enjoy it himself."

"It's okay, it's right for me Ma to do stupid things when I first arrived, and I can't compensate for the girl."

Ma Pingchuan pushed the hawthorn cake in the direction of Song Dujuan.

When Song Dujuan heard this, he hurriedly saluted:

"Ma Gongzi is serious, the slave and maid don't dare to be it! The events of that day were already wrong, and the slave and maid were no longer Ma Gongzi, and it should be the slave and the maid who should make amends. ”

Ma Pingchuan said with a smile: "Although Ma understands that the cuckoo girl is also kind, but after all, the cuckoo girl is wronged, but Ma really can't help it." ”

Song Dujuan bowed again: "Now that this matter has passed, let's go over, no matter how Ma Gongzi is like this, he is going to torture the slave!" ”

Ma Pingchuan didn't mention it anymore, but just took the hawthorn cake a few more times.

Seeing that Song Dujuan still insisted on refusing, in the end, he felt that he was bored, so he refused to let it.

I just suddenly remembered something and asked, "Cuckoo girl came here, but is there something?" ”

"The slave maid heard that tomorrow, the young ladies of the house will go to the city to step on the spring sun.

The slave maid thought that Ma Gongzi was the most lively, and he should be interested in this kind of interesting story. "Thousands of troops

Song Dujuan said that by this, Ma Pingchuan had already understood his intentions.

So he smiled politely, "Thank you, Miss Cuckoo, for your trouble!"

To tell the truth, Ma has already heard about the matter of stepping on Chunyang, and he does intend to go together. ”

Song Dujuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly continued:

"Since I'm going, I'm going to go early in the morning and evening, and I don't know when I'll be able to come back, so I should always bring one or two people with me to serve you.

The ladies and ladies of the house have their own eyes to look at and use their own hands.

But after all, Ma Gongzi is a newcomer, and he doesn't know much about the situation in the house.

Therefore, the slave maid thought that it was better for Ma Gongzi to take care of this matter as soon as possible. ”

"Well, Cuckoo has a point." Ma Pingchuan nodded, "Regarding this candidate, Ma should really think about it." ”

Song Dujuan glanced at Ma Pingchuan, and saw that although he thought about it again, he always smiled with his eyebrows.

And he didn't seem to have any rejection of himself, so he continued:

"The slave and maid have been waiting for Zaima Gongzi from the beginning, although they dare not say how well the slave and maid have done.

But after these two days, the slave and maid admitted that they had a good understanding of Ma Gongzi's many habits and preferences.

If the prince of Meng Ma does not dislike it, and he will step on the spring sun tomorrow, the slave and maid are willing to go with the young man. ”

When Ma Pingchuan heard this, he was not polite, and directly smiled and arched his hand to Song Dujuan.

"Then there's Miss Raudodendron Lau!"

When Song Dujuan heard this, he was overjoyed and replied with a smile, "They are all slaves and maids, and they should be slaves." ”

Subsequently, Song Dujuan asked Ma Pingchuan some questions very conscientiously, all about the matters that need to be paid attention to when traveling tomorrow and personal taboos.

Ma Pingchuan also cooperated to answer one by one.

In the end, Song Dujuan went through the process of tomorrow's trip from head to end.

After getting Ma Pingchuan's approval, he finally went back happily.

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When Song Xinyi returned to the back kitchen, everyone was already busy again.

He first found Chef Gu, reported the hawthorn cake, and then consciously returned to the stove.

Throughout the frightening afternoon, Song Xinyi has been watching and listening to all directions, for fear of missing something.

But until the evening, there was no change in sight.

Maybe it's really because he's worried.

After all, if you can stay in the Song Mansion, which one is stupid, and which one is so poor that you have to pick up and eat a black sugar gourd?

Song Xinyi could only comfort herself.

Since there was no feast in the house today, the hosts were ready for dinner, and Chef Gu arranged for two guards on duty, and then let the others disperse.

Because considering that the young ladies will go out to the spring and sun tomorrow, Song Xinyi estimates that tomorrow's house should not be too busy.

Taking advantage of this unbusy opportunity, it was time for him to hurry up and start his money-making plan.

After returning home, Song Xinyi first used a cloth bag to fill some peony roots that had been dried, and then brought all the broken silver she had just earned two days ago and put it on her body.

I'm going to go sell the peony root tomorrow, and then I'm going to buy some soybeans and rice and come back.

Now that it's getting hotter, it's a good time to start making soy sauce and vinegar.

The next day, the young ladies of the house had breakfast, and then each took a few maids and went out.

Chef Gu was informed, he didn't need to prepare too much for lunch, just waited for the young ladies to come back from the tour and asked them what they wanted to eat, and it would not be too late to make it then.

Song Xinyi took advantage of the fact that she was not busy, so she went to Chef Gu to take a leave of absence for an hour.

Chef Gu glanced at the situation in the kitchen, and estimated that even if he was busy later, Chen Xiufen was left in front of the stove, which was enough to deal with it, so he happily took the leave.

Song Xinyi first went to the Kang Kee medicinal herb shop on the outskirts of the city to sell the peony roots, and then returned to the city, went to find a grain and oil store, and bought some rice and soybeans.

Because considering that it is not as convenient as the wine shop to be in the Song Mansion now, Song Xinyi didn't dare to ask for more, but asked for a small bag per bag.

Seeing that it was still early and it was difficult to get out of it, Song Xinyi decided to go shopping on Zhengxi Street.

"Girl, please stay!"

When he was strolling, he suddenly heard someone behind him calling him again-