Outside the window where Song Huai'an lived was Xichuan, and at this time, he vaguely heard the sound of the horn of merchant ships coming and going, coming from Wuwu, and there was no other sound in the room.

The atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.

Song Huai'an thought about it for a long time, and finally had to take the liberty of asking Chu Yan, who was kneeling on one knee.

"Could it be that your master is ...... Still sick yet? ”

"Back to Mrs., the master has been cured."

Oh......

It seems that the brain is better.

"Well, it's even more unreasonable?! He ......" Song Huai'an stuttered a little anxiously, "Isn't he all over the world?" Otherwise, it should be Song Huaixin, I'm a ...... with no wealth and no color."

Song Huai'an said as he spread his hands at Chu Yan, looking like he was breaking the jar, "You say, right?" ”

Chu Yan didn't expect that Song Huai'an still had a little self-knowledge, and his originally very resentful state of mind eased a little, he lowered his gaze, as if he didn't hear what Song Huai'an said, and presented the token again.

"Please take it, Madame."

Song Huai'an has an unprecedented sense of absurdity, she is bent on getting rid of the script, away from the protagonist and away from the villain, but she ran and ran, hid and hid, but the result was still a narrow road, and she was still caught at once.

What the hell is she going to do about it?

Sighing, Song Huaian took Chu Yan's brand, in fact, she was not afraid to take this thing, what she was afraid of was that she would use it in the future, and she would have to ask others for retribution because of something.

"After you go back, it's best to ask your master what he means, so as not to misunderstand in the end. Your master is a nobleman, even if it is passed out, he may only feel that his face is dull, and it will be irrelevant after a long time, but I can't," Song Huaian said and looked at the sign in his hand, and chuckled reluctantly, "I'm just a grass people, it's really embarrassing if it becomes a joke......

Chu Yan was still kneeling with his head down, he listened to Song Huai'an's seemingly brisk voice, and was silent for a moment before he said respectfully.

"Madame's words, my subordinates have written them down."

After sending Chu Yan away, the two people in the room were also sleepy, Xiao Qiao sat on the chair, holding his face with both hands, and Song Huaian silently looked at the busy river outside the window.

"Little Joe, we're not leaving."

Song Huaian said and threw the brand in her hand on the table, if she couldn't hide it, she wouldn't hide it, in fact, she didn't need to care so much about Song Huaixin.

The heroine is the heroine, she walks her Yangguan Road, and she crosses her single-plank bridge.

The past is in the past, she Song Huai'an is sitting firmly, her conscience has never owed anyone anything, so why bother so much?

Xiao Qiao didn't know Song Huai'an's thoughts, but he was very happy to hear her say that she wouldn't leave.

"That's it, I'll just say that we have nothing to hide, let's be in Ningzhou, set up a shop in two days, do business, and live our own!"

Xiao Qiao can think about everything, she has nothing in the first place, it's a big deal to go back to chop wood, what can she have?

Haven't we had a hard time?

Song Huai'an glanced at the energetic Xiao Qiao, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but for some reason she was a little uneasy in her heart, she probably knew that Song Huaixin seemed to have a grudge against her sister, but she was helpless, she couldn't run in front of someone and pat her shoulder.

Hey, little girl, in fact, like you, I came from the 21st century, my own people!

Thinking about it like this, Song Huai'an couldn't help but be happy, although this seems to be a method, but she herself understands the role she created, Song Huaixin is a far-sighted person, and she has never exposed things, if she blurts out it like this, I am afraid it will be more troublesome in the future.

The heroine is the heroine after all.

Song Huai'an touched her chin, she leaned against the window with her arms propped up, at this time there was a touch of sunset at the end of Xichuan, the red glow seemed to flow into the river along the sky, the merchant ships were also parked by the river to rest, the lanterns on the dock were also lit up, the faint warm halo swayed slightly in the red paper, the street market downstairs didn't know when it was noisy, Song Huaian poked his head out curiously, and saw the stall selling wontons and Lantern Festival with a glance.

The evening breeze blew gently, and the sweet fragrance climbed onto the windowsill, seducing Song Huai'an's hand to the money bag.

"We've already paid the money at the inn."

Xiao Qiao swallowed her saliva while reminding Song Huai'an, since she ate the pastry sent by Chu Yan last time, she couldn't control herself anymore.

"It's okay, we still have silver, we don't care about that!"

Xiao Qiao looked directly at Song Huai'an, until he saw her eyes wandering and her expression fluttering, so he raised his hand and closed the window.

"It's not too late to eat when there is still something left in the shop under the plate."

Song Huai'an felt that he couldn't see it under Xiao Qiao's brilliance, and immediately looked straight and expressed his position, "Don't worry, Sister Huai'an is measured, let's go buy a house tomorrow!" ”

Xiao Qiao glanced at her obliquely, shook his head, and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

Later, Xiao Er brought the meal they ordered into the house, and the two looked at the delicacies on the table, and they were a little stunned, and finally Song Huaian stopped Xiao Er who was leaving in time and pointed to the table with his hand.

"Did you send the wrong room? We have only given the shopkeeper forty dollars today, and these ......"

Before Song Huai'an finished speaking, Xiao Er waved his hand, and his smile suddenly became ambiguous.

"Don't worry, madam, that's right, this is your fair order, the money has been paid, you can use it slowly."

After speaking, he picked up the scarf and threw it on his shoulder, and walked out of the room with a smile.

Xiao Qiao finally couldn't stop it, and as soon as Xiao Er left, he rushed to the table, tore off a piece of Babao chicken's thigh and stuffed it into his mouth, fortunately, he didn't forget to wave at Song Huai'an.

"Come and eat, anyway, it's a melon, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it."

Song Huai'an looked at her mouth full of oil, and thought the same in her heart, Kou Jingyu is the king of Jing, and now that her brain is better, she can't just refute other people's face.

Generally speaking, it is some food, and on this hot day, it will be bad overnight after retreating.

Wasting food, but it's a big taboo for poor people like them.

Song Huaian pinched a piece of pastry and threw it in his mouth, resting his arm on the edge of the table, but his expression became complicated.

Having said that, but this left lady, another lady, what does Kou Jingyu mean?

You can't really like yourself, right?

The corners of Song Huai'an's mouth hooked, even if she took care of him, but no matter how bad Kou Jing is, he is also the king of Jing, and he was also a prince when he was a child, what kind of Qingfu has not been enjoyed, what kind of beauty has not been seen, as for capsizing the boat here with her?

It's not her who writes novels, she's not Song Huaixin, and he's not Kou Yanzhong!

Song Huai'an's life of more than 20 years in his last life, although it was short, he also knew what reality was.

Only the rice in front of you is real, the meat is real, the silver is real, love?

That kind of thing is too unpredictable, too mysterious.

Song Huai'an smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up a piece of steamed fatty fish and stuffed it into his mouth, the delicacy melted on the tip of his tongue, Song Huai'an instantly left everything behind Song Huai'an, and saw Xiao Qiao, who had forgotten about eating, and his face turned pale.

"Xiao Qiao, you eat it for me slowly, I haven't tasted a bite of the beef tenderloin yet!"