Who is Sheng Xuan?

The second son of the richest family in the world, Yushu is in the wind, the son is unparalleled, and the famous wanderer of the Southern Wei Dynasty.

Now he is holding his hands in his arms, his face full of shock and shame.

Song Huai'an smacked his teeth, retreated a little helplessly, closed the door, and then turned to look at the sky outside the house and pinched his waist.

It can't be fake, right?

That Second Ancestor......

Fortunately, there are not many people who are waiting for them, and Lao Ai also happened to come over at this time, and he was relieved to see Song Huaian standing at the door.

"I forgot to say it just now, the second son is bathing, what do you have to say later."

Song Huai'an was speechless for a while when she heard the belated afterthought, she felt that Sheng Xuan should be interesting to Wanniang, and tonight's carriage should not be too far, so she knocked on the door again.

"The late lady said that she was going home, she just went out of the gate, and now she has time to say goodbye after chasing over."

Song Huai'an left after speaking, in short, she had to do what she had to do, and she couldn't help but think about the rest, and now that Wanniang suddenly left the Sheng Mansion, she didn't seem to have the need to go to Baisheng Garden.

After Song Huai'an cooled down, he was suddenly a little dazed, obviously he was still taking care of the bamboo leaves with her yesterday, and he left in a hurry today, neither informing anyone nor explaining anything.

The late mother is like a passer-by in the Sheng Mansion.

Song Huai'an sighed and returned to the room, she sat at the desk with her face in her hands, hoping that the things she wrote would be of some use to the late lady.

In the evening, the maid who lived with her heart came and knocked on the door, saying that Sheng Xuan had invited her to the courtyard for dinner.

Song Huaian was yawning when he suddenly paused.

Shouldn't that guy go after Wan Niang's carriage now?

Even if you don't catch it, you should borrow wine in a restaurant to kill your sorrows, right?

Find her......

Song Huai'an once again remembered Sheng Xuangongzi's nervous posture.

How to say it.

Slightly spicy eyes......

Song Huai'an tidied up his clothes a little and followed the maid to the courtyard, at this time Sheng Xuan was already dressed neatly, sitting at the table, looking at her with a smile.

Looking at the current situation, it seems that I didn't go to find my late mother, and not only did I not go, but I was afraid that I would lose my temper......

Song Huai'an's heart was weak for a while, she looked at the man in white in front of her and her temperament, and said carefully.

"Master, where are you folding a fan?"

After Song Huai'an asked, he felt that he had found the right topic, you see how happy the second son laughed.

"Oh, you see that the master was so angry that he forgot to take the folding fan, how about Huai'an go to the room to help the master take it out?"

Isn't that good......

Song Huaian carefully looked at the face of the man in front of her, she was obviously out of kindness, why did she shoot the horse's leg?

"This, of course this is not appropriate, at that time, how could the apprentice trespass into the master's room without permission, too ...... It's rude. ”

Sheng Xuan listened to Song Huai'an's words, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wasn't this girl very bold when she broke in just now, but this time she was cowardly!

Thinking about the purpose of her coming, Sheng Xuan finally pressed down, looked at Song Huai'an who was restless, and picked up the wine glass on the table as if talking to himself.

"There will be a next time, and as a teacher, I will throw you to King Jing to reflect on it!"

actually threatened, Song Huaian touched the back of his neck, in short, he blamed her for being impulsive, and abruptly surprised this second ancestor who was innocent on the surface of the prodigal son.

"Master rest assured, Huai'an swears, there will be no next time!"

Lao Ai on the side listened to the words of the two, and his confused folds were wrinkled, but he quickly remembered something more important and hurriedly approached to report it.

"By the way, Second Son, Miss Qing said that she would hold a banquet in the West Wing Pavilion at noon tomorrow, and said that she wanted you to take Student Song with her."