Su Jiu stood up with his head down, his white and tender little face flushed.

The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River blew through the verandah, lifting the hem of her caryophyllus-white cotton skirt.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt, stared at the clogs on her feet, and whispered: "Even if I grow up, my little brother shouldn't go to prison......"

Xiao Tingchen bent his peach blossom eyes, "Xiao Jiu'er feels sorry for me in the end." ”

He pulled out a pair of black walnut flowers from his wide sleeves and walked forward as he played with them.

Su Jiu followed behind him, and heard his voice without hurrying:

"That stupid woman asked me about Chunbi, and I bit it to death without knowing it. If she doesn't have any human and material evidence, how dare she convict me? As for Chunsha, she was sent to Zhuangzi in the countryside. What are useless minions to keep? ”

The two finally returned to the house.

Xiao Tingchen faded away from the gentleness of the time when he was outside, sat down on the soft couch with a special uncle, and commanded: "Go, pack your luggage." ”

"What are you going to do with your bags?"

"Ming'er is the opening day of Jinling Academy, and your good brother naturally wants to go to the school to study. If you are handsome, you must read more, and the more you read, the more handsome you will become. ”

Xiao Tingchen said, picked up the pipa resting on the windowsill, and played with it casually.

Su Jiu couldn't see him playing the pipa, so he hurriedly turned around and went into the bedroom, burying his head in packing up his things.

"Bounce cotton, play ~ cotton,

Half a pound of cotton is bounced into eight, two, eight,

Old cotton has become new cotton,

Stretch the quilt,

That girl,

...... to marry"

The young man's casual voice was like a magic sound, and Su Jiu covered his ears again and again.

She grabbed a set of moon-white cross-collared silk undershirts from the closet, crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the wooden box, and couldn't help shouting, "Can you stop singing this song?" ”

The singing outside immediately stopped.

Su Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue packing his luggage, when he heard the sound of the pipa again:

"Little swallow, squeak, squeak,

Whispering to the homeowner:

I don't eat your grain,

Don't eat your millet seeds,

Hold a nest of sons under the eaves of your house,

Lalala,

Lalala......"

Su Jiu covered his ears.

What a mess this is singing!

She sat cross-legged under the closet, pulled out the drawer, and picked up her socks from it.

She grabbed a ball of Luo socks and rubbed it, listening to the out-of-tune singing outside, the fawn's eyes suddenly moistened.

Although the little brother is Xie Yuan, his status in the mansion does not seem to be very high.

I heard that the big family pays the most attention to the concubine, and he probably suffered a lot in the past, right?

She hugged her knees and sighed softly.

Madame asked her to spy on her little brother, probably looking for an opportunity to attack him.

But she entered the Xiao Mansion to earn money and go north, not to help others do evil.

But Madame threatened her with her cousin, and she couldn't help it......

She frowned, and after a long silence, her tightly locked brow gradually loosened.

That's it, as long as she doesn't go to Jinling Academy with her, there is no reason to spy on her little brother, and Mrs. won't say anything if she wants to......

She made up her mind and began to carefully pack up the things that Xiao Tingchen needed to use when she went to school.

In the evening, she finally packed up the two large wooden boxes.

She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and stepped on the clogs to the outer room.

"Little brother, the books and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all in the mahogany box, and the black wood box is a change of clothes and boots—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a gentle and gorgeous young man sleeping on the small Buddha table on the soft couch by the window.

The soft light of the setting sun poured from the window lattice, lining the cinnabar mole on his left cheek with a bright red.

He has fair skin, and the side lines of his face are handsome and delicate.

When he fell asleep, there was no evil spirit, and there was a faint innocence and immaturity all around him.

Su Jiu hesitated for a moment, picked up the velvet blanket, and gently draped it over him.