But now the only question is, where should I find this maidservant, although I said that I lived a new life, but I have never been in contact with the Huns, just when I was still worried, Aunt Li on the side spoke

"The slave maid remembered that there seemed to be an inn in the north of the city, which required a distance of one (日rì) from the capital to the Xiongnu, not to mention a woman riding a horse, and the time was longer, and everyone chose to rest there before setting off."

This superb beauty really woke up Song Yun in front of him in an instant, and sure enough, his head was sometimes rusty, and he still needed some inspiration from someone on the side.

Soon, the atmosphere of the whole house was also a lot warmer along the time, although there were a few grandmothers who were waiting in each room on weekdays, and everyone was not too familiar, but now everyone is supporting in this house, relying on each other, and it is even more important to be united.

Song Yun didn't have the heart to participate in the tea party of these housekeepers and maids and grandmothers, she was more concerned about her parents, after thinking about it, Song Yun didn't say anything, stood up (body shēn), and sneaked to Song Renju's study while everyone was still chatting and chatting.

Zhaoyang hurriedly followed (身shēn), the two pushed open the study, Zhaoyang took the fire fold to light the candle on the side, Song Yun looked around by the weak candlelight, and sure enough, in the top corner of the cabinet, found the portrait again.

"Miss, what is this?" Zhaoyang couldn't help his curiosity, scratched his head, and asked crying, Song Yun took the painting, stretched out his hand, and gently knocked it towards Zhaoyang's little head in front of him.

Seeing that Song Yun refused to tell himself, Zhaoyang was not angry, shrugged his shoulders, blew out the candle, and hurried back while everyone didn't find out.

Along the way, from the study to the hall, there was no change in the entire Tingwei Mansion, Song Yunbu (forbidden jìn) felt sour in his heart, and the people in the palace still insisted on guarding this Tingwei Mansion, but Song Renju was the first to give up.

Song Yunbu's heart was half cold, and he remembered what he said to Song Zi before, anyone who has a relationship with the Huns will definitely die, and there will be no good result.

Father is obviously just on the wrong team, and now if he is mixed with the Huns, it will be a real big mistake, Song Yun thought, took the portrait, and walked in front of everyone.

But these people completely lost the peaceful scene just now, but stood up very vigilantly, and looked at Song Yun in front of them with frowns locked one by one.

Just when Song Yun didn't know what these people were going to do, Aunt Li opened her mouth and said, "Miss, what is this thing in your hand?" As he spoke, the index finger of his right hand went towards Song Yun's finger, and Song Yun subconsciously wanted to hide the portrait behind him.

But so many people looked at it, Song Yun was not easy to hide, after thinking about it, he still took it out generously, shook it in front of everyone, and then opened the portrait with one hand, and with a snap, the half-human-height portrait was opened, and Song Yun held the portrait high.

It seems that this Song Renju is still (quite tǐng) (love ài) cherishes this painting, obviously so much time has passed, so much

years, this painting did not fade at all, and there was no damp at all, it seems that it should be Song Renju in Ping(日rì) very (love ài) pity.

When everyone saw that it was really a portrait, their faces suddenly turned blue, everyone looked at each other, and Aunt Li stepped forward at this time and said bitterly: "Miss, this thing is not something you should touch, put it back quickly." ”

Song Yun is a little surprised, you know, Aunt Li loves herself the most in weekdays, and she is hungry, even if her father has an order that you are not allowed to eat supper at night, Aunt Li will feel sorry for Song Yun and will make a fire in the middle of the night to secretly make an egg custard for Song Yun.

There are countless examples of this, but I don't know why, I just took out the portrait of my mother from my father's study, why did everyone react like this instantly.

"Miss, don't embarrass us old slaves, this is going to be beheaded." As the housekeeper spoke, he wanted to grab it, but Song Yun was dexterous and dodged, and he instantly pounced.

"It's the first time I've heard that a daughter will get into trouble with her mother's portrait, and you must have something to hide, but if there is a reason, you can tell me now, and I will return the painting with both hands." 【… (爱ài)奇文.iqiwx. &&Better, Newer & Faster】

Song Yun said, took the painting and walked towards the door, wanting to hurry to the inn in the north of the city before dawn, find the maid next to Song Zi (body shēn) before, and inquire about his father's whereabouts.

But as soon as he took two steps, he was stopped by the subordinates behind him: "Miss, we old guys stayed in this mansion just to guard this painting, don't mess around." ”

Song Yun was stunned, and then raised her eyebrows, she never thought that it was just a portrait of her mother, and it would lock the freedom of so many people.

Several people saw that the exhortation was fruitless, so they had to step forward to rob it, Song Yun hurriedly gave Zhaoyang a look after (body shēn), Zhaoyang hurriedly understood the meaning, Song Yun silently recited "three, two, one, ......" in his mouth and ran away, Zhaoyang hurriedly (body shēn) outside the protection, covering Song Yun to escape from the Tingwei Mansion.

Although there are many of them, after all, they are only a few old men, and they can't stand Song Yun and Zhaoyang, who are young and vigorous, are both mortals, and a few old men and old ladies are tired and panting and paralyzed on the ground after a while.

Zhaoyang stretched out his hand with a triumphant face, wiped the ash on the tip of his nose, and said triumphantly: "Hehe, how about it, fight with me and Miss, let's lose." As he spoke, he triumphantly wanted to turn (shēn) and leave.

At this time, the old butler sat on the ground, shook the sleeve of his coat vigorously, pinched his waist with his right hand, and said breathlessly: "You guys are really in trouble this time!" ”

As he spoke, everyone sighed and sighed, Zhaoyang had just taken a step, and was a little curious when he heard the housekeeper say no (forbidden jìn) like this, turned around (body shēn), and found that everyone had already stood up (body shēn) and turned (body shēn) to leave.

Zhaoyang scratched his head, when did these old men and old ladies start to be so pretentious? Zhaoyang didn't pay attention to it when he thought about it, shrugged his shoulders directly, and moved in the direction of the inn that he had agreed with Song Yun before.

At this time, Song Yun carried the portrait of his mother, rode his own BMW, and whispered in his ear: "Come on, Bao'er, drive!" As he spoke, he clamped the horse's back, and he was never willing to fight Bao'er in Ping, but if he was not happy today, he was afraid that he would be run away by that Qiang flute.

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Song Yun took out a leather whip from the package, and fell with a snap, Song Yun only felt that his (body shēn) seemed to fly, and Bao'er rushed directly into the distance.

(End of chapter)