Picking up all the suspicious places, Song Yu found a few moving floor tiles under the simple bed board, and when he pried them open, he revealed a black rumbling hole.

The sky was about to dawn, and Song Yu was afraid of startling the snakes, so he restored the floor tiles to their original state and quietly returned home.

The next day, the sky was overcast and drizzled in a short time.

originally planned to go to the shops in the city, but was blocked by the light rain at home, and Song Qingyun had to re-plan what he wanted to do for the new day.

At night, Dou Baolai didn't leave Mu Qingao's room, Mu Qingao had to hug him and sleep in the warm pavilion for a night, and the two held hands early and came to Qingyun's room.

Ah Fu was combing Qingyun's hair, and when he saw a big and a small one standing behind him, he suddenly panicked and tore off several strands of Song Qingyun's hair.

"Ah Fu, you go down first, and I'll talk to the prince for a while." Song Qingyun saw her embarrassment, the little girl was not as noisy as Ziling, and she had a process of adapting to the sudden appearance of King Jing.

Mu Qingao settled Doubao, naturally walked behind Qingyun, picked up a comb and took care of her hair that was completely unprofessional.

With Doubao here, Song Qingyun suddenly turned red to the root of his ears, and looked at the man in the mirror shyly, "Lord Wang, in fact, I am good at braiding my hair now." ”

"Really? I saw that my hair was shorter again, and such short hair could be coiled up, which shows that Qingyun's combing skills have indeed improved! ”

Song Qingyun pouted, this guy was obviously mocking her, she just wasn't used to heavy hair on her head, and sometimes she was worried about breaking her neck when she turned around.

Mu Qingao stopped teasing her and began to comb her hair seriously, her slender fingers running through the strands, and her fingers gently massaging her scalp.

"Are you comfortable?" Mu Qingao leaned down, his voice was low and clear, and Song Qingyun, who was ashamed, was red and red-eared.

"My son is here, aren't you afraid that he will laugh at you?"

The ambiguity between adults, in Doubao's young heart, is a manifestation of parental affection.

Once Song Qingyun couldn't sleep at night, thinking about whether to agree to marry Mu Qingao, the reason was that she remembered a book she had read before, saying that children raised by harmonious families have high emotional intelligence.

When she was a child, she was only accompanied by her father, and in the short eleven years, her father was both a father and a mother, so when she was a child, she never became obedient and withdrawn because of the lack of her mother's role.

But for Doubao, she has no confidence to play the role of a good father, she is afraid that her willfulness will affect Doubao's character development.

She doesn't hate Mu Qingao, and her feelings for him seem to be more like an old husband and wife who have lived for many years, able to tolerate and tolerate each other.

This may be what love looks like, no one stipulates that it should be vigorous and earth-shattering, at least Mu Qingao is a reliable person, and it is also a good choice to live together.

The eyes of the two met in the mirror, lingering, inseparable, Doubao looked strange, thinking that his mother was uncomfortable.

"Mother?"

The two adults were a spirit, and looked back at Doubao.

"What are you doing?" Doubao pointed to the top of his head, "Don't comb your hair?"

Song Qingyun was too busy to respond, "Comb, comb your hair." ”

Mu Qingao's hands were very skillful, at least more flexible than Qingyun's ten fingers, and he quickly combed her hair, and then took out a jewel-encrusted pearl hairpin from his arms and inserted it diagonally in the bun.

Song Qingyun was dumbfounded, she shook her head, and the bead hairpin made a crisp crashing sound.

"Sent to me?"

"Yes, do you like it?" Mu Qingao put his hands on her shoulders, and his smile was light.

Of course I like it, but it looks expensive.

"Don't try to get it for money, if you sell it, I'll spank you."

Song Qingyun's chicken-thief smile froze on his face, and he couldn't help pursing his lips in protest, "Lord Jing, I have already told you about the sale of the jade pendant. ”

"Really?" Mu Qingao touched his nose and said innocently, "I don't remember!" ”

The angry Song Qingyun puffed out his cheeks, like a frog in the blue water river, a little cute.

After breakfast, Ah Lin and Ah Yun came over to put the ducks, and Song Qingyun beckoned the two of them to come in and salute Mu Qingao, one stuffing a hot goose egg in his hand.

The two children bowed deeply and ran away with crooked eyebrows.

Turning back again, Mu Qingao took Doubao's little hand and looked at her with a smile.

Seeing that both father and son were wearing light blue robes, Song Qingyun was looking forward to the Doubao who grew up, whether he would also follow his father, Yushu in the wind, amazing and gorgeous.

"Go to the river and catch fish." Mu Qingao looked at her with inquiring eyes, in fact, she also wanted to go, but there was still a mess at home.

"No, it's raining outside, you have to be careful."

Mu Qingao smiled, his eyes gentle, "Okay, let's drink fish soup at noon." ”

Watching the father and son go out, Qingyun smiled knowingly, raised his legs and went to Song Yu's room.

As soon as he woke up, Ah Fu was preparing facial water for him, and under his eyes, which had not slept enough, there were blue marks, which were clearly visible on his fair face.

He greeted Qingyun lazily, ripped off the white towel on his shoulder and threw it into the cold water, bowing his head and soaking his whole face in it.

Ah Fu stared at him nervously, for fear that something would happen.

Song Qingyun couldn't help laughing, walked to the table and sat down, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and swallowed them.

Ah Fu hurriedly helped Song Yu change his clothes, and for some reason, Song Qingyun felt that Ah Fu was a little nervous at this time.

"Ah Fu, I'll talk to Childe for a while, you go get busy!"

Ah Fu was relieved, secretly stuck out his tongue, and hurriedly went out with the basin.

Song Qingyun squinted at Song Yu, who had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, if it was in her world, Song Yu would be a proper little fresh meat, and I don't know how many ignorant girls would lose their hearts.

"What did you get out of last night?"

"Sister!" Song Yu suddenly frowned and looked out, "Didn't Sister-in-law Zhang come over?" ”

Facing Song Qingyun's confused eyes, Song Yu sighed and carefully recounted what he heard and saw at Liu Xicai's house last night.

"Huh?" Song Qingyun exclaimed.

"Li abducted the two children?"

Song Yu nodded, "Very likely." ”

"Liu Changzhu, bastard!" Song Qingyun gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, "I'll go to the workshop to take a look, my sister-in-law is a stuffy gourd, if she can open her heart to me, she won't end up like today." ”

"Sister, there is one more important thing."

Song Yu stopped her, her eyes gloomy, "Liu Xicai's family has an authentic passage, I followed Liu Changxu yesterday, he disappeared under my nose, I analyzed it, if no one saw the Li family and the two children leave the village yesterday, they are very likely to go through the dark passage." ”

Song Qingyun hurriedly found Mu Qingao and told him about Song Yu's discovery.

Under the willow tree by the river, Mu Qingao comforted the restless Song Qingyun, "Song Yu's analysis is very right, at present, the two children of the Zhang family should be safe, this matter will be handled by me, don't worry." ”

Song Qingyun looked up at Mu Qingao, and had a strange feeling in his heart, as if every time something happened, he would be by his side.

"Qingao, I don't want you to interfere in this matter, let me handle it myself?"

When he came to Liujia Village from Mu Qingao, he only said that Song Ji sauce meat in the capital was very popular, and other things about "false holy decrees", "stone paint", and "Wang Shuqi" did not mention anything.

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