fifty

It is another year of peach blossoms, the wind supports the face, and the green willow branches sweep the good scenery by the lake.

After Yu Sine stood up in Song, his son-in-law became more and more out of the altar and became a decent businessman. In the past few months, his son-in-law has become even more proficient in the Li family's business, and he doesn't know how much business has been negotiated.

When the few businessmen sitting opposite Song Qi got up and left, Yu Sine finally couldn't help it and lowered his head, "Childe, we've been out for a year, and even the master has urged us a few times to let us go back whether we find anyone or not, besides, we haven't found ...... yet."

Song Qi raised his eyes and only glanced at Yu Sine indifferently.

Cosine arched his back, clenched his fists, and sighed helplessly, "Small, retire!" ”

Song Qi watched the vermilion lacquer carved door open and close, Yu Sine walked out, and the incense burner next to it was scattered in all directions, like someone's sorrow, out of thin air and for no reason, I don't know where it fell, and there were a few chirps in the room.

Yueban looked at the black brocade robe of the man who made the half-moon in her hand, and there was a little smile hidden in her mouth, she saw Song Qi always some crescent white brocade, and the already alienated eyebrows and eyes set off the coldness, and the young man always lacked a little bit of juvenile intention.

She thinks that these dark colors are more suitable for him, a little less bookish, and with his angular cheeks, it is more capable and straight, which makes people look a little high-spirited.

I don't think I looked at the brocade robe in my hand again, the cuffs and neckline hooked a few auspicious clouds with silver thread, the fine needle in my hand moved twice, and a few stitches were sewn between the neckline and the shoulder.

Agate looked at his own young lady, who was often stuck in the boudoir, although he was born in a merchant, he was smart and talented since he was a child, no worse than those official eunuchs who claimed to be scholarly and famous, and he could also win the first place among the young ladies of the Qin Dynasty with a needlework and thread! With a smile on his little face, he teased, "My good young lady, you are holding this robe, and you are about to stare it out of a flower!" ”

Yueban glanced at Onyx, this little girl is getting bolder and bolder, and she dares to tease her, it's really ......

"It's not early outside, you go and see ......if your uncle has come back?"

Onyx stifled a smile, answered yes, and went to the front courtyard except for the Crescent Moon Garden.

Yueban looked down at her belly, which had been more than four months now, and it had bulged a lot, so she put her hand on it and stroked it a few times, and her beautiful and bright eyebrows were dyed half gentle.

The only person left in her breath is a couple, and many things are powerless, and she and Song Qi seem to be gentle and respectful of each other in the past few months, but in fact she knows, and he knows.

There is a gap between them that she can't get into, a heart that he can't get into.

She had never believed in fate before, and now, she had to.

But those things that are hidden in the bottom of the heart and cannot be humane, accumulate too much, and will always make people unable to breathe, and they want to vent.

She actually wanted to tell Song Qi that she was happy with him, and she had nothing else to do with Zhao Sifang. But every time the words came to their lips, they became inconsequential.

He probably wouldn't believe her.

Perhaps her liking came too hastily, and hastily broke the words she had believed in for years.

What mountain alliance and sea oath can't withstand the vicissitudes of time, not to mention that they have not sworn an oath, let alone traveled those shallow and fragmented times.