"It's really strange, I just took a break for a while, how could I even have a big travelogue slipping away from my eyes, isn't it a ghost in the day?" Song Wu'er only felt a pain in her waist during the repeated tosses, frowned and knocked on her shoulders, and sat on the bed crying and looking at Chaxiang Tongchun'er.

"Sichuan Shu Travelogue, limited and out of print, if my eldest brother knows that I will lose it at will, I am afraid that he will not bring me some strange things in the future."

Song Xuchang loves his sister very much on weekdays, and the rare things given to her have been piled up in a tin box, and a lot of thought has been spent on each thing. Song Wu'er has been patiently placing and cleaning them properly since she was a child, and from time to time she is carried out outside the house to bask in the sun to get rid of some mildew.

is as lazy as her, and can devote herself to some things to this point, which shows that Song Xuchang has a very high status in her heart, and those things are her favorite treasures.

"Miss, don't be anxious, maybe you are lying on the table and sleeping unsinkingly, it is difficult to distinguish the dream, and mistakenly bring the books you read in the dream to reality, thinking that the travelogue sent to you by the eldest young master is missing." Cha Xiang held two large stacks of books in her hand, and moved them to the table with difficulty, and exhaled a long breath before she could speak back to Song Wu'er.

Chun'er leaned over and picked up the jewelry brocade boxes that Song Wu'er had whisked to the ground one by one, wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, and said inarticulately: "Miss, why do you mention the ghosts and gods, and the fragrance of tea, what do you not dream of, do you think that Miss is like you, and will often get up in the middle of the night and run to the well in the courtyard to scoop water, only to say that it is the guidance of the fairy mother to go to the sacred mountain to get holy water." ”

After speaking, Chun'er put down the rouge powder in her hand, looked at the tea fragrance that was blushing into pork liver, and giggled.

"Oh? Tea Xiang Ping still has this habit, how do I not know, Chun'er, how many interesting things about the Song Mansion do you know, tell me about it. "Hugh said that now, in the previous life, he coexisted with Chaxiang day and night, Song Wu'er didn't know that Chaxiang had sleepwalking, Holy Water Fairy? This girl shouldn't be caught in a nightmare because of the book she read a few days ago.,Gone mad.。

Cha Xiang was so angry by the words of the master and servant that her neck turned red, so she simply threw the book on the ground, ran to Chun'er, and punched her in the shoulder.

"Miss, don't listen to bad Chun'er's nonsense, how can I have sleepwalking, I just saw Chun'er's relief, and made up a story at night to scare her."

"Okay, it turned out that it was all lies and deliberately tricked people, it's hard for me to stay awake for several days outside your house to take care of, little conscienceless, see if I don't beat you!" Chun'er put on a warm and angry look, chasing after Cha Xiang madly, and the tiredness caused by looking for something was swept away, and Song Wu'er, who was half leaning on the pillow, couldn't help laughing when she saw the scene in front of her.

"Wu'er, I asked you to write poems in the room, why are you playing and playing, aren't you afraid that I will cut off your meal today?"

A stern voice sounded from outside the house, Song Wu'er stiffened with a smile on his face, the door was half-hidden, Zhao pushed the door open with a displeased face, glanced at the three people in the room with slanted eyes, and stood still.

Chun'er was the first to react, let go of the hands that were tightly tucked under Cha Xiang's shoulders and elbows, grabbed the corners of her clothes and saluted to the Zhao family.

"Look at this house, I don't see chaos like this for a moment, and you two too, why don't you persuade a few words by Miss's side, and accompany her madness!" Zhao walked to the table that had been messed up by rummaging, his brows twisted into a pimple, and he reached out to tinker in the pile of miscellaneous books for a long time, and barely pulled out a crumpled piece of rice paper from under the inkstone.