When I finally stopped writing, it was late at night.

The candle on the side was brightly lit, afraid that she would hurt her eyes. They are not short of money now, even if they take the pearl of the night to illuminate it, they deserve it.

Stretching her waist, Song Jiayao didn't go to Wang Xi tonight, looked at it carefully, and planned to go again the next day.

The candle went out, and the house gradually became dark and fell silent.

But there was a person who hid his figure in the dark and came to Song Jiayao's window silently.

didn't alarm the girl who accompanied the night, he lazily leaned against the window and looked at Song Jiayao's sleeping face, and he was also a little puzzled about his behavior today.

There was a faint smell of wine in the air, by the way, he was dragged and poured a lot of wine today, so he suddenly wanted to come to her, I don't know why.

The people on the moonlit bed were even more skinny, and Nangong Jin didn't realize how good his behavior was. broke into someone's boudoir, and stared at it stunned for a long time.

Vaguely saw a piece of paper on the table, Nangong Jin walked over and picked it up. His eyesight was so good that he could see even in the dark, let alone by the light of the moon.

The big contract son at the top attracted Nangong Jin's attention, the contract? What's that?

Looking at it again, Nangong Jin saw the trap at a glance, which was interesting.

Nangong Jin seemed to finally realize that his behavior was inappropriate, and took a step back drunkly, and even stepped forward to tuck the quilt for Song Jiayao, and left in a flash.

It seems that no one has ever come.

Because she slept late last night, Song Jiayao didn't get up from bed until three o'clock in the morning the next day. Most of the dark circles under her eyes were scattered, and seeing that the sun was poisonous, Song Jiayao rested her thoughts, planning to wait for the sun to go down and then go to Wang Xi.

lest this sun shine and Wang Xi is angry, it will be bad.

Song Jiayao couldn't help but sigh that she was reborn this time, and her mind was much worse. It's just that people are in this realm, so they are not ruthless. You can only die by yourself.

Since Wang Xi wanted her things, she offered them with both hands. It's just that since she has accepted it, one day she will always ask for interest.

In the afternoon, Song Jiayao had lunch, still feeling a little tired. After a short pause, I left.

Wang Xi had just gotten up from a nap at this time, and he didn't react for a while when he saw her coming. When she called out to her aunt, she said with a smile: "Auntie, about the shop yesterday, Yao'er felt that her aunt had taught her a lesson, and she specially drafted this contract to meet her aunt today." ”

"Contract?" Wang Xi was stunned and asked, what was that, she had never heard of.

"It's the new thing that my brother told Jia Yao yesterday. Auntie will look at it first. With a smile, he handed a few pieces of paper in his hand to Wang Xi, and when Wang Xi saw the silver money written on it, his eyes were straight, and he couldn't care about taking a closer look.

"If my aunt thinks it's okay, then I'll sign it." The words were all familiar and respectful, which made Wang Xi a little unbelievable for a while.

Why did this girl suddenly change her character?

Wang Xi was puzzled, but he was a little fluttering, and after reading the contract a few times, he only saw the silver floating in front of him. I also signed it with a smile.

Song Jiayao nodded, instructed Qing'er to take the paper, left her a copy, and said goodbye to her.

Wang Xi naturally agreed, and his heart was happy.

As soon as Song Jiayao turned around, her expression turned cold, and her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and she lost her enthusiasm just now.

Qing'er's face changed dissatisfied, and said, "Obviously, she took Miss's things, why should Miss be kind to her?" ”

She couldn't understand the contract of Na Raush, she only felt that Wang Xi was too much. She saw the hard work of the young lady, but Wang Xi relied on herself to grow her generation, so she opened her mouth to ask for it, telling her how to be willing!

Song Jiayao just waved her hand and said to Qing'er: "If you have to give, you will get something, I should just send Huazi." And one day I'm going to get it back, so why bother with that little bit of silver? ”

Qing'er knew that Song Jiayao had a plan in her heart, so she didn't say anything more.

Slowly pacing back into the courtyard, Song Jiayao let Qing'er pinch her shoulder.

"Qing'er, you go and ask my brother to come over." Song Jiayao pondered for a moment, but still felt that she should inform her brother, so she asked Qing'er to invite him over.

At that time, Song Anguo was practicing swords in the courtyard, and his sharp swordsmanship lifted the dead leaves on the ground and made a rustling sound, which made Qing'er stunned for a while.

Song Anguo inherited the excellent genes of his parents, with a tall nose bridge, sword eyebrows and starry eyes that were even brighter under the shadow of the sword, and Qing'er blushed unconsciously.

The young master is so handsome, just like his own young lady, he has a unique appearance.

Shaking her head, Qing'er told herself that she couldn't think about it, but the two red clouds on her face did not disappear, and they still floated on her face.

"Young master, Miss asked you to go over to discuss the matter." Qing'er opened her mouth crisply, Song Anguo was slightly stunned, and instantly accepted her beckons and looked at Qing'er.

Seeing that the little girl in front of him was flushed, Song Anguo didn't think much about it, but thought that he was in a hurry when he came this way.

Song Anguo thought it was a very important matter at the moment, so he took the sword and followed Qing'er Chaozhuyuan, asking her along the way: "But what's the urgency?" ”

Qing'er hid a trace of girl's caution in her heart, and suddenly panicked when Song Anguo asked like this, and she made a mistake under her feet, and she stumbled and almost fell.

Qing'er suddenly woke up, and hurriedly knelt down to confess: "The slave is guilty!" ”

Song Anguo couldn't see the custom of kneeling down and confessing at every turn, so he naturally didn't care, so he hurriedly gave Qing'er a handful of nothing, and said, "It's okay, let's go quickly, otherwise my sister will be in a hurry." ”

When they walked to the bamboo garden, the two of them were in a hurry, and Qing'er also broke out in a hot sweat, which surprised Song Jiayao, and looked out the window suspiciously: "Is it so sunny this day?" ”

But there are only a few rays of sunlight outside the window, and they are also obscured by drifting clouds from time to time.

"If you're in a hurry, let her go down and rest first. What is the matter with calling me? Something went wrong with my aunt's contract? Song Anguo asked Qing'er to go down to rest first, but finally couldn't bear to see her sweating profusely, Song Jiayao naturally agreed, and made a pot of tea for Song Anguo.

"It's not a big deal, she naturally can't see it. It's just to inform you, why are you in such a hurry, you don't know how to let go of the sword. Song Jiayao looked at Song Anguo with the sword on his back, and didn't know that he was in a hurry, and it was normal to sweat profusely. I think my brother was worried that she was in a hurry.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was happy for his brother's concern.

Song Anguo saw that there was nothing to do, and the two chatted a few words, and the sun set.

The afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled on the two of them, with a faint golden light, and the brother and sister talked happily, so Song Jiayao left Song Anguo for dinner.

Since the falling out, Song Jiayao has set up a small kitchen by herself in the bamboo garden, so she doesn't have to suffer their faces, the meals are all in the hands of her own people, and she is not afraid of them being poisoned, and Lan Jiu's medicinal diet has made great progress, which just allows Song Anguo to try it.

After ordering Lan Jiu to cook, she was naturally very excited, and she had the opportunity to play the things she had been studying for many days.

Song Anguo has been fighting abroad all the year round, although he has a lot of exercise every day, but he has been injured again and again and lost blood, and I am afraid that he has also fallen into a lot of diseases. Especially this time, he was seriously injured, and his body was even more sick, and he needed to be raised by Haosheng.

The tea made from Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng every day, the medicine boiled is bitter after all, and Song Anguo has no taste in his mouth when he eats it, and the potency is low after eating it for a long time.

However, Lan Jiu's medicinal diet uses medicine to taste, which not only retains the original nutritional essence of the drug, but also integrates the medicinal flavor into the flavor of the vegetable, which makes people want to stop.

When the medicinal food that had been busy for most of the hour was served on the table, there was a fresh smell, different from the black and bitter taste of the herbal medicine, this medicinal food was as good as an ordinary meal, and it tasted good.

Song Jiayao was also very satisfied, and rewarded Lan Jiu with a lot of silver and asked her to buy some delicious and fun things by herself.

Both of them gave up when their bellies were round, and the food on the table was rarely seen. It is said that a dish is only three chopsticks, but here it is just the two of them, and there are not so many rules.

After eating and drinking, the two of them chatted for a while and went to sleep. As the night draws down, it's time to rest. I was busy with the shop and the contract for the past few days, and now that it has been solved, I have the right to take a holiday for myself and rest early.

After staying up late for a long time, Song Jiayao's eyes also had a patch of cyan under her eyes. She didn't wear grease powder, but in order to look better, she had to cover it thickly with grease powder.

After resting beautifully for a few days, Song Jiayao's complexion also recovered a little.

One day, Wang Xi was called, and when Song Jiayao walked in, a group of people were waiting inside, even Song Jiaqi and Song Jiarou were present.

"It's the ninth princess's birthday soon, and we have also received a post in our house, pack up decent clothes, and go to the banquet with me another day." Wang Xi said lazily, his cardamom-dyed nails were extremely bright, his white hands were red and gold, and there was a flying dragon, which at first glance was a royal talent.

These nine princesses are extremely favored, named Zhao Rumei, and they have a good appearance.

The face is a little round, not too thin, but the pearl is round and jade, which makes people happy when they see it. At this time, the world is peaceful, and there is no need for her to kiss, so she is naturally very happy.

Counting the ninth princess, she is almost sixteen years old, and this time it should be the emperor who wants to choose a concubine, so he ordered most of them.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Jiayao already had a plan in her heart. She is still a child now, so naturally she doesn't care, and she can't be too eye-catching at the banquet.

But Song Jiaqi thought differently, she wanted to have a lot of eyes at the banquet where many young ladies were there, her eyes were rolling, and she had already begun to remember what clothes to wear.

Song Jiaqi naturally knew it for a long time, and it was just a housewife to call them here. Song Jiayao also knew in her heart that Song Anguo had been "sick" for so long, and it should be a lot of time, and it was estimated that this time it was also her brother who started his official activities.

It's just that I don't know how much face the emperor will give my brother.

Since he is the commander of the seal himself, the emperor must also attach great importance to him. The affairs of officialdom are not useful for her little woman to worry about.

No more distress. Wang Xi also sent them back to prepare for their lives.