Chu Yan turned his face when he saw that Song Huai'an didn't agree with him, touched his chin and followed her all the way to the courtyard.

"You're in the Sheng family, haven't you met anyone?"

Song Huai'an heard that there was something in his words and glanced at Chu Yan.

"Why, who do you think I'm supposed to meet?"

Chu Yan saw Song Huai'an's attitude and tone, and his heart began to beat a drum.

Doesn't make sense?

Song Huai'an went to the Sheng family, eighty percent of it was arranged by the prince, and there was such a prominent and handsome figure as the prince arranging what she wanted to do for a civilian woman, it stands to reason that as long as the brain is normal, she should be moved to cry and thank you a thousand times.

Although Chu Yan, the apprentice of the Sheng family, couldn't look down on him, it was a good thing for Song Huai'an who couldn't ask for it.

The important thing is that Song Huai'an doesn't always like to fiddle with flowers and plants?

Chu Yan had a thousand thoughts in his heart for a while, but as soon as he looked at Song Huai'an's eyes, he began to be empty again for no reason, and then began to be annoyed and angry.

He is a dignified seven-foot man, licking blood from the knife edge without blinking an eye, such as being bullied by a female stream today......

"Women are trouble!"

Song Huai'an was stunned immediately by Chu Yan's words for no reason, didn't he respectfully call Mrs. just now? How can this be done in the blink of an eye, and it is said that it will turn its face?

She was not polite, and immediately scolded Chu Yan's back.

"Men are fickle!"

After parting with Chu Yan unhappily, Song Huai'an went to the room to find Xiao Qiao, but found that she hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't bother, it rained last night, and after the sun got up, the air was a lot hotter, anyway, there was nothing to do now, just sleep.

The landlady was sewing and mending in the small courtyard as usual, and when she saw Song Huai'an touching the kitchen, she smiled and said.

"Why did the girl come back now, Xiao Qiao left lunch for you to warm in the stove."

"Got it, Aunt Jiang."

Song Huai'an went to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, and said "heh" directly on his back.

It's actually chicken soup!

There was still most of the tender chicken in it that didn't move, obviously left by Xiao Qiao for himself.

Although Kou Jingyu had arranged all kinds of delicacies in the inn before, but this was made by himself, how to say it, it seemed to be a little more fragrant, Song Huaian lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of the chicken soup, and his saliva couldn't be suppressed.

What's more, she was really hungry this time.

After serving the chicken soup, Song Huaian walked to the stone table in the courtyard with two bowls, pushed one bowl in front of Aunt Jiang, and then ate the other bowl.

"Oh, Huai'an, my aunt has eaten."

Song Huai'an took a bite of the chicken thigh meat and muttered in his mouth.

"Aunt Jiang is polite to me, you have taken care of me and Xiao Qiao like this for the past two days, I just don't know how to thank you!"

And after going to Sheng Mansion, her little donkey is afraid that she will still have to be taken care of by Aunt Jiang, and she should be better to others, but when it comes to this, she has to talk to Xiao Qiao first about settling down for two days and leaving again.

Aunt Jiang smiled when she saw Song Huai'an's pensive look, she had been living alone for a long time, and it was also interesting to watch these young people running around all day long.

"Listen to Xiao Qiao, are you going to send her to the academy?"

When Song Huaian heard this, he nodded hurriedly.

"Aunt Jiang, do you have anything to recommend?"

Aunt Jiang smiled, and when she saw that the clothes were sewn, she bit off the needle and thread.

"It's not a good place to go, but I know that there is a Tan Xiucai in our Surabaya Lane who seems to be quite talented and learned, but unfortunately when I went to catch the exam, I broke my leg in an accident on the way, and I have been closed for so many years, but he opened a private school at home, and all the children in this area go to him to study."

Saying that, Aunt Jiang folded the sewn clothes.

"Because I heard that the talented male and female students are accepted, I'll tell you, you can consider it."

Song Huaian nodded after hearing this, she finished eating the chicken and drinking the soup, and felt that the whole person was in a lot of spirits!

"Thank you Aunt Jiang, I'll go to Ming'er to inquire."

Song Huai'an touched his mouth, thought about it and said curiously.

"Auntie, are you alone now?"

Song Huai'an asked carefully, it stands to reason that at Aunt Jiang's age, she should be full of children and grandchildren, how can she be alone?

Aunt Jiang smiled when she heard this, shook her head, and did not speak.

Since others didn't say it, Song Huaian didn't want to ask too much, she ate and cleaned up her own bowls, and said seriously to Aunt Jiang when she left.

"Aunt Jiang, this is specially served to you, but you must eat it, don't be polite."

Aunt Jiang looked at the serious expression of the girl in front of her and smiled with relief, but after Song Huai'an left, there was an undetectable sigh in the empty courtyard.

"So far, what face do I have to go back......"

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Although Song Huai'an is not a person who acts when she is moved, Sheng Xuan said that she was given a two-day time arrangement, and she didn't want to delay it too long, so after she took a simple rest, she went to Tan Xiucai as Aunt Jiang said.

Regarding the matter of being the apprentice of the second son of the Sheng family, Song Huaian is still a little confused, although he doesn't know why, but it is true that Sheng Xuan helped her.

Song Huai'an sometimes wondered what would happen if she continued to escape from Song Huaixin.

Drifting with Xiao Qiao, will it be like an idle cloud and a wild crane from now on, or will it be difficult to move forward because of the difficulties of life?

Mortals have no front and back eyes, and this conjecture is a conjecture after all.

Now that you've chosen, let's go ahead.

She gradually no longer felt that this was just a simple world in a book, and everyone here was not as simply described in a few lines of words, including Song Huaixin who she thought she knew was not the Song Huaixin she thought, everyone was a complex body full of contradictions.

Have your own past, present, thoughts and positions.

In the afternoon, the streets were sparsely populated, and occasionally only three or two naughty children chased and ran by, Song Huaian raised her arms and stretched her waist, she looked at the rows of green bricks and green tiles in front of her, and felt a sense of peace and quiet.

If only it could be like this all the time.

Ningzhou City is divided into eight lanes and sixty-four lanes in the east and west cities, each lane ranges from a dozen households to hundreds of households, and the house she lives in now also belongs to Surabaya Lane, but it is far from Tan Xiucai's residence.

Song Huai'an heard the sound of children reading in the courtyard, and thought that Xiucai should be teaching at this time, so he didn't knock on the door, but stepped on a haystack and peeked inside the courtyard wall.

There is a thatched house in the courtyard, and there are five or six little ghosts in the courtyard who are shaking their heads and reciting texts, and behind these little ghosts stands a man wearing a shabby robe and crutches who can't see his age, although he is holding a book in his hand, but his beard is completely unkempt, Song Huaian can't hang this person with the words "teaching Xiucai".

Song Huaian was complaining in her heart, and she couldn't help but meet the eyes of the decadent man, she subconsciously took a step back and almost fell off the haystack.