In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Tang's seventieth birthday coincided on the third day after the summer solstice, and the maids and maids up and down the house were busy preparing for the birthday banquet. After thinking about it, all she could get was the toilet that she had ordered the craftsman to make a month in advance, and she didn't know how it was going.

On the day of Mrs. Tang's birthday banquet, many dignitaries were invited to the banquet, and the guests came one after another with congratulatory gifts, and the Liu family invited the best troupe of Quan Cheng'an to set up a stage in the courtyard of the Song Mansion to sing.

It stands to reason that Song Ting has been grounded for a month, and he should be released at this time, but when Song Cheng got busy, he forgot that he still had a daughter who was locked up. Listening to the lively sound of babbling, singing, and beating gongs and drums in the distance, Song Ting couldn't sit still, and ran to the second floor to lie on the window and watch.

Everyone was lively in the front yard at this time, there was not even a figure outside this remote and deserted grounded house, Song Ting looked at no one around, Lisuo pressed the window frame, and lifted his leg out.

Zhao Yi was arranged by Song Cheng to sit in the VIP seat after giving the gift, but he never liked to listen to the opera, so he got up alone and strolled together to enjoy the lotus flowers in the house.

Zhao Yi stood by the pool with his hands behind his back and admired the lotus flowers in the rippling water, but through the layers of green leaves and pink petals, he saw something lying on the beam of a house behind the banyan shade not far away.

He squinted and looked closely, almost like a woman.

Song Ting turned out of the grounded room, holding the horns and moving out inch by inch along the beam, she had to give the gift before the birthday banquet began, so as to sympathize with herself and return to freedom as soon as possible.

"What are you doing here?"

The male voice suddenly sounded below, startling Song Ting almost rolled down, and the arm holding the beam tightened, and after making sure that his body was stable, Song Ting looked down. It was a voice she was familiar with, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it, and she had always had a bad memory.

Zhao Yi looked at the woman hanging on the beam of the house, the bun on the top of her head was slightly out of shape due to a toss, the hairpin in it flew obliquely, and the water drop pendant made of crystal red stone hung on the hairpin, twinkling in the sun, like a bright star under the night sky.

The green shirt skirt was originally a plain color, but the bottom of the skirt was tied by her knees and tied two simple knots, which was for the convenience of turning the window.

Seeing that the woman didn't reply for a long time, Zhao Yi asked again, "Who are you?" ”

She was embarrassed to answer the previous question, after all, it was not a glorious thing to climb over the window and wall, but then she was very confident in this question, Song Ting said loudly: "I am the treasure of the Marquis of Changping Song Ting, that is, the fifth lady of the Song Mansion, who are you?" ”

Zhao Yi's eyebrows moved, "You are Song Ting?" ”

He remembered that the last time he was entrusted by Yan Zeyu to go to the palace of Concubine Xian to rescue the person was Song Ting, the fifth lady of the Song Mansion, at that time he was busy explaining the things and things entrusted by his eldest brother, and he didn't care what kind of girl Yan Zeyu remembered, but today he ran into it by chance.

"Of course." Song Ting was accustomed to Cheng'an's well-known characters, she curled up and climbed to the end of the beam, pouted and looked down, looking at the distance from the ground, her heart trembled, and then beckoned to Zhao Yi, "Brother, can I trouble you?" ”

Zhao Yi stood below leisurely, clasped his arms to his chest, looking at the woman on the beam, quite a bit of a play.

"You say."

Song Ting pointed to a wall covered with green vines not far from them, "You go over there and see if there is a ladder or something." ”

Zhao Yi went very cooperatively, and when he walked to the wall, he saw that there was indeed a wooden ladder leaning on the corner, and he was about to reach out to get it, but he took his hand back the moment he touched the ladder.

Walking back slowly, a wisp of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Yi's face did not change and his heart did not beat: "No." ”

Song Ting really believed it, scratched his head, and scolded in his mouth: "Grandma has a leg, I usually see it, why is it not there at a critical moment." ”

Zhao Yi said kindly: "You jump down, I'll pick you up." ”

Song Ting looked at him and was skeptical, "Really? ”

"Of course."

Song Ting was still a little hesitant, lying on the beam of the house like the already designed relief and motionless, until all the strength on his arms was exhausted and he swayed in the wind. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and shouted, "I'm down." ”

When the words landed, Song Ting let go and jumped off the beam, accompanied by an exclamation, Zhao Yi reached out to catch her. The warm touch on his waist made Song Ting open his eyes, and a face was close at hand. Before the word thank you could be spoken, I felt that the strength on my waist to stabilize myself suddenly loosened.

The buttocks smashed straight to the ground, and there was a dull pain from the soft and tender flesh, "Alas......" The delicate facial features twisted together in an instant, and Zhao Yi covered his mouth with a snicker, which happened to be seen by Song Ting.

I thought he was really a kind son, but I didn't expect it to be so bad! Song Ting stood up and patted the ash on his buttocks, glanced at him with contempt, and spit out two words.

"Childish!"

Zhao Yi was slightly stunned, and his eyebrows were hidden with a smile, "The guts are indeed fatter than ordinary people." ”

Song Ting didn't know why, and he didn't have time to argue with the man, so he rolled his eyes, "Presumably you are also here to attend grandma's birthday banquet, and the front yard is over there." Pointing to the road where Zhao Yilai came before, "Let's go, my sister will take you there." ”

Since someone is kind enough to lead the way, how could Zhao Yi refuse, the corners of his lips hooked up with a deep smile, "There is Sister Lao." ”

Song Ting led Zhao Yi towards a crowded place, and the guests who came to the house were all in groups, seeing that he was just alone and a little pitiful, Song Ting's pity was overflowing, "Don't be afraid, brother Xian, you will follow me for a while, and ensure that you eat and drink spicy food." ”

The two walked to the front yard and looked at the dozens of round tables that crowded the huge courtyard, don't look at Song Cheng's usual picks and searches, and at the critical moment, he also attaches great importance to the pomp and circumstance. Song Ting found traces of the four tours among the people who came and went, and said to Zhao Yi: "You find a place to sit now, and I will come when I go." ”

Siyou was busy serving food on each table, and he heard a voice calling him from a long distance, this voice was familiar and almost like a young lady's, and he thought it was an auditory hallucination, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ting running towards him.

"Miss!" Siyou exclaimed: "Why did you come out?" ”

"Don't talk about this yet...... Song Ting looked at the birthday banquet and immediately opened the banquet, and said anxiously: "Where's the toilet?" What about the toilets I ordered? ”

"The craftsmen sent it five days ago, and now it is resting in Lanting Garden." Siyou brought a plate of pearl balls to the table and looked at her sideways: "What's wrong, Miss." ”

"Don't be busy yet, hurry up and get a stack of red paper to Lanting Garden."

Song Ting hurriedly ran back, opened several large wooden boxes in the yard, picked a toilet with the most impeccable workmanship, and carefully wiped the sawdust and fine dust on it with a wet cloth.

Siyou took some red paper and gold ribbons to decorate the Song Mansion according to Song Ting's instructions, and came back breathlessly: "Miss, bring it." ”

Song Ting put the polished toilet back into the box and locked it, folded a few pieces of red paper and began to wrap it carefully, "Hold the box." ”

Siyou wondered: "Miss, what are you doing here?" ”

"Birthday gifts, the old lady doesn't give gifts." Song Ting picked up the brush and stirred it in the paste bowl a few times, and painted a side of red paper.

Siyou was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, "I actually took the night pot as a birthday gift!" Today, in front of the relatives and friends of the civil and military officials, this shot told them how Lan Tingyuan can deal with himself in the Song Mansion in the future, Siyou immediately pressed Song Ting's arm, and said resolutely: "Miss, no!" ”

Song Ting glued the red paper and comforted: "It's okay, you see that the toilet bowl has a warm and bright luster, exquisite carving, if it weren't for the night pot, it would be a beautiful work of art,"

Siyou still thinks that this matter is really inappropriate, "But Miss, this is still not good, what if the master is angry and confines you?" ”

"Anyway, it's all fish and meat on the knife and let others slaughter, whatever."

Song Ting pulled the ribbon from all sides to the top of the box, tied it into two and tied it into a bow, if you didn't know that it was a toilet, it would be a huge mysterious gift at first glance.

"Let's go, give a gift."

Siyou carried the box, and was very reluctant to follow Song Ting to the front yard, which attracted the attention of many people along the way, attracting a lot of discussions, and the guests were all interested in looking at the big red and golden box on Siyou's shoulder. The jujube jujube, who was busy adding tea to the guests, also saw it, put the teapot in his hand, and ran over: "Brother You, I thought that the young lady didn't have time to prepare a birthday gift for the old lady, but I didn't expect it to be a big surprise!" ”

Siyou's face was like ashes, his heart was uneasy, and there was no trace of Song Ting's self-satisfied shadow in front of him, and he leaned into Zaozao's ear: "It's better not to give this gift." ”

Zao Zao was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Remember the toilet that Miss drew a month ago, right?"

As soon as these words came out, I only felt that there was a cold wind hunting in the moon, and the jujube was scolded, obviously it was still a sunny day, but at this moment it seemed like a sudden storm.

"It won't be ......"