His eyes were piercing, and his gaze was like a torch.

Where can you tell that you are drunk?

He looked at Yu Qiuyu's expression so seriously.

Yu Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses.

"Looks like you're pretending to be drunk."

He wasn't drunk at all.

If you are really drunk, why are you so clear and serious?

Song Zhe looked at her, and there seemed to be a little bitterness in his eyes.

"I wanted to get drunk, but unfortunately, I drank too much to get drunk."

This posture made Yu Qiuyu very uncomfortable.

Yu Qiuyu struggled slightly, as if she wanted to break away from Song Zhe's embrace, but Song Zhe was so many years older than her after all, plus she was a man, and she was a martial arts practitioner, so Yu Qiuyu tried many times, but there was no way to break away from Song Zhe's embrace.

Moreover, Yu Qiuyu's struggle also angered Song Zhe.

"Yu Qiuyu, what am I in your eyes?"

He suddenly asked a very nonsensical question.

What?

What does he mean by that?

Yu Qiuyu was blindsided for a moment, she looked up at Song Zhe's eyes, as if she was trying to see a little different emotion from Song Zhe's eyes.

"Yu Qiuyu, I hope you can accompany me back to the capital."

Song Zhe stared at Yu Qiuyu's eyes, and said very seriously and persistently.

Yu Qiuyu wanted to push him away, but his hand was fixed on Yu Qiuyu's side, and Yu Qiuyu couldn't push him away at all.

After trying a few times to no avail, Yu Qiuyu looked at Song Zhe helplessly.

"I promised Lord Zhao that I would help him develop a way to greatly increase grain production, and I must succeed before I can leave Lingnan.

Yu Qiuyu persuaded helplessly.

Be.

She did agree to Zhao Zhichen.

That's a good idea.

However, Song Zhe's move made Yu Qiuyu's heart ripple.

What exactly is Song Zhe trying to say?

Yu Qiuyu was very sure that Song Zhe must have something else to say, but Song Zhe refused to tell her.

"You said, wait until you can greatly increase grain production, and then return to the capital?"

Seeing Song Zhe so happy, Yu Qiuyu was a little weak-hearted.

However, she was not wrong.

Because if you want to enter Beijing, you must have some housekeeping skills.

In Yu Qiuyu's subconscious, the ability to take care of the house is naturally farming, which greatly increases the yield of crops.

Of course, she now promised that she must go to the capital, most likely a little relieved Song Zhe, after all, Song Zhe is such a difficult baby.

If there was no enough reason for Song Zhe to allow and let Song Zhe agree, Yu Qiuyu felt that it would be difficult for him to escape from Song Zhe's palm.

Song Zhe pulled Yu Qiuyu's hand.

"Do you folk have this, and you are not allowed to change if you hang yourself on the hook for a hundred years? Come, let's make an appointment too. ”

Saying that, Song Zhe pulled away Yu Qiuyu's hand and wanted to hook up with Yu Qiuyu and hang him for a hundred years.

In the face of this contrast...... Meng Song Zhe, Yu Qiuyu raised his hand and weakly supported his forehead.

How many lifetimes has she been in the mold? Why did you get such a troublesome master?

Song Zhe hooked up with himself very noisily.

He stretched out his little finger and grabbed Yu Qiuyu's little finger again, and the two little fingers were entangled together, shaking and shaking.

His behavior was a little naïve, and Yu Qiuyu's appearance when he saw him on weekdays was completely different.

He took Yu Qiuyu's hand and shook it from side to side: "The hook is not allowed to change for a hundred years." ”

Is it easy for a man to change drastically when he gets drunk?

Now this Song Zhe, who is holding her hand and chattering crookedly, to play some very naïve little agreements, is it really the Song Zhe in her impression?

Song Zhe in her impression is very cold!

Yu Qiuyu was helpless, and broke his fingers one by one, wanting to free his little paws from Song Zhe's hands, she couldn't break the whole hand, but it was still okay to break one finger at a time.

Song Zhe was drunk and talked to her about some inconsequential words, and Yu Qiuyu was here to fight hard with Song Zhe's hand.

It was easy to wait until she was about to break Song Zhe's last finger, Song Zhe suddenly reacted to something, he felt that his hand was empty, and asked very curiously, "Hey, where is your hand?" ”

Immediately, he felt the existence of Yu Qiuyu's small hand, and as soon as his big hand was wrapped, Yu Qiuyu's small hand was quickly wrapped by Song Zhe.

Song Zhe's palms are relatively broad, probably because of his years of martial arts, so his hands are relatively rough, and Yu Qiuyu can even feel the calluses on his palms due to friction with the sword, as well as the scars left by injuries.

Moreover, the point is that Song Zhe's hands are strong.

The first time he was able to break his fingers, the second time he was on guard, and the two palms held her hand together, and now her two palms were firmly controlled by Song Zhe, so now Yu Qiuyu couldn't hold Song Zhe's hand.

"Remember what you promised me!"

Song Zhe was unrelenting.

Song Zhe, who was so persistent, made Yu Qiuyu retreat.

Why is this?

If she is so persistent in letting her go to the capital, there must be some conspiracy, right?

Yu Qiuyu sighed twice, she is a weak woman, she has no long things, what conspiracy can she have?

"Miss Yu?"

There was a knock on the door in the box, tuk tuk, and the knock was quite abrupt.

"Who?"

Yu Qiuyu looked towards the door in surprise.

These few people are drunk like this, and if people with bad intentions come here, then they are very dangerous.

The heart of defense is indispensable, and Yu Qiuyu inevitably does not need to think more.

"Miss Yu, it's us."

The voices of the men came from outside.

"I'm Childe's bodyguard."

The people outside were polite and respectful.

Song Zhe's bodyguard?

Yu Qiuyu snorted, "Come in, the door is unlocked." ”

The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was indeed Song Zhe's guard.

The guards entered the house and frowned when they saw the drunk Song Zhe and the officials from the prefect's yamen who participated in the process of suppressing the bandits.

Yu Qiuyu noticed them frowning, and glanced back at these drunks.

"I'm sorry, they may have been so happy that they all drank too much."

Although they were drunk, Yu Qiuyu still maintained a basic understanding.

After all, the work of suppressing bandits is extremely hard, and it can be seen from the fact that Song Zhe was injured by falling stones, this gang of bandits is not so simple, and it is definitely not an easy thing to fight these bandits.

"Nothing."

Yu Qiuyu took the initiative to apologize politely, and the guards were a little embarrassed.

"These adults have drunk a little too much, we must not be relieved when they go back like this, why don't you send you back first?"

Yu Qiuyu roughly estimated the number of these officials and roughly gave a solution.

As for Yu Yifan's nominal brother, she can personally send Yu Yifan home.

Following Yu Qiuyu's orders, several guards stepped forward to support the officials.

Song Zhe's personal guards were the first to support Song Zhe.

"Wait, you break his hand first."

When the guards were about to help Song Zhe up, Yu Qiuyu felt a pull.

She subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the source of the pulling force, it was Song Zhe's hand.

Song Zhe was still holding her hand at this time.

This childish ghost......

If the guards wanted to help Song Zhe get up, then she would inevitably follow Song Zhe to leave, so in order to ensure her safety, Yu Qiuyu hurriedly grabbed Song Zhe's guards.

"Huh? Great. ”

The guard turned around, wondering what was going on, but when he saw Song Zhe's big hand tightly grasping Yu Qiuyu, he knew the situation in his heart.

Eighty percent is that the young master of their family, who is "very shameless" in some aspects, has begun to pester other little girls again.

He reached out and grabbed Song Zhe's hand, and broke it hard, but he couldn't break it.

Song Zhe grabbed Yu Qiuyu's hand too tightly.

It will definitely not be able to break it directly, after all, the strength of these guards is incomparable to Song Zhe's.

Therefore, the guard pondered for a while, directly put his fingers deep into Song Zhe's palm, held Yu Qiuyu's small hand that had been clenched into a fist, and pushed it hard, directly supporting Song Zhe's hand.

"Get your hands out."

The guards stretched out a small gap, and Yu Qiuyu's fist was small, just enough to take advantage of that gap to take out his hand.

His hands were free and liberated, Yu Qiuyu didn't say a word, ran straight to Yu Yifan, squatted down and put Yu Yifan's arm on his shoulder, and then lifted it hard, and steadily helped Yu Yifan up.

"I'll send my brother home first, you guys go back first."

As he spoke, Yu Qiuyu supported Yu Yifan and walked towards the outside of the room step by step.

Yu Qiuyu automatically solved a trouble, and the guards breathed a sigh of relief.

They could have missed the trip.

Ru Shixuan is actually still a long way away from her home.

In the past, Yu Qiuyu came to play in Confucian Shixuan, and there was no burden on his shoulders at that time.

And I came to the Confucian Pavilion while looking at the scenery, and I always felt that I had arrived soon, and I never felt that the road from the Confucian Pavilion to my home was too far.

But this time it was different, this time he was still holding his brother on his shoulder.

Originally, Yu Yifan was a seventeen or eighteen child, and he didn't weigh much.

However, the body of the original owner was the body of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

In this way, even if she had a thirty-year-old soul, she could not carry a child who was almost half her age.

Yu Qiuyu struggled to help Yu Yifan walk on the country road.

She was a little distracted.

Thinking of that time in Rushixuan, she thought that Song Zhe had seen through her identity, or doubted her identity, and she was nervous at that time.

She knew that her identity would be seen through sooner or later, but she had no malice, just a soul from the twenty-first century, who had stayed in the body of the original owner by chance.

But will they believe it?

The mountain wind blew, with a cold and cold air, and Yu Yifan's mind seemed to be clearer.

He turned his head to look at Yu Qiuyu beside him.

"Who are you?"