Lao Ai actually scared Song Huai'an, but he didn't expect this girl to be very calm, but she paused a little and continued to put firewood on the stove.

He thought that he hadn't bluffed this girl, but he didn't expect that Song Huaian was ready for the worst.

"You girl, the fire is too big, how can you boil medicine like this!"

Lao Ai was worried about her life after all, and when she saw that Song Huai'an was not doing the right thing, she drove her aside to take care of her.

Song Huai'an squatted beside Steward Ai and watched him turn down the fire for a while.

"What kind of medicine is this, girl, are you sick?"

Song Huai'an shook his head when he heard Lao Ai's inquiry.

"It's not me, it's a lady I know who suddenly fainted, and the doctor said that it was a depression, so he prescribed some prescriptions to calm down."

Lao Ai lifted the lid of the medicine jar and sniffed it, then nodded.

"Could it be that you missed the time to receive the goods today because of your acquaintance?"

"Sort of."

Boiling medicine is a slow job, but with Lao Ai's help, Song Huai'an completed it very smoothly. When she returned to Aunt Jiang with the medicine jar, she saw that she was cleaning in the yard and looked much better.

"Aunt Jiang, I fried the medicine for you, it's still hot, you can drink it quickly."

At noon, the sun was in full bloom, and Aunt Jiang looked at the girl who came in with the medicine Gu, and was in a trance for a while, as if she saw her daughter-in-law who had disappeared early.

"Huai, Huai'an, ......"

The old lady's broom stood in the courtyard, her face still a little pale.

"You're not going to get busy, why are you coming back?"

"Because I'm done."

Song Huaian said and helped the old lady to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard, after all, she had also been taken care of by Aunt Jiang before, and she should do a little more now.

"Aunt Jiang, you should have a family, why don't you go back to them?"

Fortunately, she found it by mistake this time, and if she fainted again in the future, it would be ......

Aunt Jiang drank the medicine, breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed softly.

"Huai'an, you don't have to worry about Aunt Jiang's affairs, you are a little girl now, you have to take care of yourself. Oh, by the way, Xiao Qiao came a few days ago, she and her father went to Wujing City, and left this and asked me to come to you. ”

Suddenly hearing what happened to Xiao Qiao, Song Huaian raised his hand and took the letterhead handed by Aunt Jiang.

After Song Huai'an opened it, he found that it was also concise, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and the inscription was three crooked and slanted small characters.

Tan Xiaoqiao.

Song Huai'an couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips when she saw this, this girl actually went to Wujing City, and she didn't know if she was doing well now.

"Okay, I'll take this, thank you Aunt Jiang."

In the future, if she really can't get along alone, she will have a place to run, but if she doesn't have that moment, Song Huaian doesn't want to disturb Xiao Qiao.

Just know that she's doing well.

After accepting the letterhead, Song Huaian didn't stay long, after all, she still had her own affairs, so she got up and left.

Jinbao's booklet was lost by her, and she had to find it as soon as possible while she hadn't been driven away yet, Song Huai'an thought in her heart when she went back, there were only two places, either it fell in the hot springs, or it was the late mother's house in Parkson Garden.

Song Huai'an thought that it was more likely that the booklet was still in her clothes, but she didn't know if Wanniang had disposed of her clothes.

Today, the guards at the gate of Baisheng Yuan are still the two twin brothers, which makes Song Huaian breathe a sigh of relief, and the late mother said that it was the two girls who carried her back last night, if they met today.

That would be a shame.

Song Huai'an walked alone through the corridor covered by greenery this time, the sky was shining, the birds and cicadas were singing in the mountains and forests, everything was hidden behind the winding water pavilion, and stepping into it was as if he had entered a paradise that no one knew.

She looked at Baishengyuan hidden in the mountains and forests from a distance, remembering what her mother said before, she had been here since she was seven years old, she didn't know her current age, and she couldn't guess how many years she had lived here, but she felt a little admired for her patience.

In her opinion, this huge garden is really lonely.

When Song Huai'an bypassed the bamboo forest of Baisheng Garden to the late mother's house, he found that there was no one in the house at this time, but he found that she was wearing the same set of clothes yesterday, which had been washed and dried at the back of the house.

But what about the pamphlet?

Song Huai'an searched around to no avail, knocked on the door, and there was no response in the house.

Speaking of which, Wanniang is really a little strange here, although she is not a member of the Sheng family, she can live in Baisheng Garden for all these years, this Baisheng Garden is clean and tidy, but she can't see a servant on weekdays.

But it's not her turn to worry about it.

Song Huai'an couldn't find the booklet in Baishengyuan, so he planned to try his luck at the hot spring.

Although her impression of last night was a little vague, she should have groped her way to the hot spring, and she remembered that the gazebo was very conspicuous.

Song Huai'an stumbled along with the memory of last night, but she didn't expect to be lucky to see the gazebo not far away, she glanced at it from a distance, and there was a familiar object on the steps of the gazebo.

Isn't it Jinbao's heavenly list booklet!

Song Huai'an was excited, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the booklet.

It turned out to be here for a long time, but fortunately she came over to take a look at it first, although the booklet blew in this pavilion for a day, but it looked pretty good, and there were no wrinkles, but it could be explained to Jinbao.

"Original...... Is that thing yours? ”

A man's voice suddenly came from behind her, Song Huai'an stiffened, she touched her neck and slowly turned her head.

Well, it's Sheng Jin again......

Song Huaian pursed his lips and looked at the open-minded man in the hot spring.

I have to say that Sheng Jin, as Song Huaixin's second male lead, really has nothing to say, with cold and smelted facial features, smooth skin like jade, such a little white face seems to have cold and hard lines under the facial features.

Song Huai'an looked at the man with white hair soaked in the hot spring, his eyes narrowed slightly at this time, and his expression was more comfortable than before, and suddenly reminded her of the cat she had raised.

Will enjoy it very much.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave now, I didn't notice you were there, I just took my stuff."

Song Huai'an said and silently stuffed the booklet into his arms, ready to turn around and leave, but at this time, Sheng Jin's voice came from behind him.

"Looks like your thing is really yours."

Song Huai'an took the booklet out of her arms again, she hadn't seen this thing yet, she didn't know why Sheng Jin kept mentioning this again and again, could it be that there was something mysterious in it?

flipped through the pages casually, and Song Huaian found that this was a page of one person, the front side was a small portrait and name, and the back side was a detailed note on the identity, and it was quite a thing.

There is no surprise on the home page is the male protagonist Kou Yanzhong, and the latter page is Kou Jingyu's troublesome essence, until he turned to the third page, Song Huai'an's eyes twitched.

On the palm-sized page, the vermilion pen and ink neatly wrote the words "Ruyi Langjun".

Ruyi Langjun was written Sheng Jin underneath, Song Huai'an glanced at the small statue on the heavenly list, and then at the man in the hot spring who squinted his eyes and looked at her.

Jinbao, the dead woman......