Wei Yiyun, who had just made up her mind to go back, had not had time to say her words, and Song Ke in front of her had already taken two steps forward aggressively.

Wei Yiyun was so frightened by his cold momentum that he took two more steps back and leaned against the hard tree behind him.

His face was strained, there was no smile on his face, and the cold light in his eyes made people feel that everything around him had changed from midsummer to winter.

This kind of Song Jiaoxi was something Wei Yiyun had never seen, and a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

"Don't think I'm what you think I am, but you can't see through it. And don't try to get to know me, we are not suitable and we can't be. Song Ke's voice also became more indifferent from the ridicule just now, just like what he was talking to, as if it was really a tree.

After speaking, he turned around and left without looking back, leaving Wei Yiyun staring at his back blankly, and shed tears aggrievedly.

After a long time, Wei Yiyun came back to his senses, took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears, and said to himself: "I'm just confessing, why is it so hurtful, how unkind it is to see me!" ”

She looked at the sachet that was being trampled on the ground, kicked it away, and then turned and walked away.

Wei Yiyun failed to confess, and he inevitably wanted to go home and hug Li Qia and cry.

said that Song Jiaoxi was too fierce, and he would never like him again in the future.

Li Cha is puzzled, does Song Ke really like men?

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

No matter what, emotional matters cannot be forced, Li Qia can only coax Wei Yiyun more, hoping that she will get out of her emotional wounds as soon as possible.

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Over there, Song Ke didn't go to the school anymore to take classes, but went back to Yixinfang, went directly into the study, lifted the brush to express his chest, and went wildly.

I don't know how many pieces of paper I wrote, and the voice of the subordinate came from the door: "Master, the fourth young grandmother of the Li family came to send the pattern of the wedding dress." ”

Song Ke put away the pen at this time, and threw the brush heavily in the pen wash, and the splash of water soaked the words that had just been written.

But I can still see it clearly, it says: Born at the wrong time, love is not at the right time, everywhere you go, it is fate.

Song Ke crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the paper basket under the long case, then slowly exhaled and said to the people outside: "Please go to the tea room." He slowly paced out.

The tea room is also on the first floor of Yixinfang, which is the tea room where Song Kewei entertained Li Qia and others who came back from Liangshan that day.

He pushed open the door and saw Mu Lingling sitting in front of the tea table cooking tea, looking familiar with the road.

Hearing the voice, she looked up at him, "Why didn't you invite me to sit upstairs?" ”

Song Ke sat down opposite her, took a cup for himself, and then said, "Have you changed the spices?" ”

"Listen to your change." Mu Lingling rolled up his sleeves and stretched out in front of him, I don't believe you smell it. The sleeves slipped down, revealing a snow-white wrist.

Seeing Song Ke's expression, she retracted her arm and said, "It's all our people here, what are you afraid of?" ”

Song Ke poured a cup of tea for himself with the pot, and then said lightly: "Do you know how many people are staring at Yixinfang now." ”

"I don't care." Mu Lingling simply got up and walked behind Song Ke to hug him, and pressed the softest part against his back, "Why have you always been cold to me lately, and you don't want to touch me?" ”

"You're here to deliver wedding clothes, and you should go back when the time comes."

"You don't answer my questions head-on." Mu Lingling got up from his back in a little anger.

At this time, another subordinate whispered at the door: "Master, Princess Zhaoyang sent the palace maid around her, saying that she wanted to make a set of regular clothes." ”

"I see." Song Ke responded. His gaze faintly swept over Mu Lingling's beautiful but somewhat distorted face due to anger.

"Also, then Princess Zhaohua also sent the palace maids around her, saying that she also wanted to make a set of regular clothes." The man outside the door continued to reply.

"Hmm." Song Ke responded, looking a little helpless, "You go down first." ”

At this time, Mu Lingling had already stood up and looked at Song Ke with anger on his face, "I said why are you so cold to me, it turns out that you have climbed the golden branches and jade leaves, and you can't get used to people like me." ”

Song Ke listened to her words, and only took a sip of the tea in front of him before saying: "I didn't feel vulgar, but this kind of appearance really deserves the word vulgar." ”

"You ......" Mu Lingling's face turned blue with anger, and she smiled when she wanted to have a seizure, "Don't forget who you obey, when the mission is over, you are still mine, and you can't escape." With that, he turned around and pushed the door open.

Song Ke sat in front of the tea table, squeezing the teacup in his hand tightly, and the emerald green tea soup in it trembled and was about to spill out.

He came to his senses, put the teacup back on the table, got up and went out into the next room.

This room is furnished with fine fabrics, a table for cutting and sewing clothes, hangers, and embroidery racks.

Song Kewei took out a drawing with a wedding dress pattern from the secret compartment of the desk, sat down on the embroidery frame, and began to embroider a semi-finished wedding dress according to the pattern.

He pinched the embroidery needle, and his long fingers shuttled across the fabric, without the slightest sense of disobedience, but even more innate calmness, like a painting master, splashing ink.

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Qinglian Nunnery is in a corner of the capital, above Qinglian Mountain, it can be said that it is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and outstanding people, and it has always been a place where the royal family likes to cultivate themselves.

But the county lord of Huilin, who entered the Qinglian Nunnery to meditate, did not feel that the mountains and rivers here were beautiful, let alone that she felt that she was outstanding, she felt that living here was like being refined.

Qinglian Nunnery has a lot of care from the Queen Mother, so it is impossible and dare not treat the county lord of Huilin harshly.

Since entering Qinglian Nunnery, she has not attended a single morning class or copied a scripture. On the contrary, there was a lot of noise every day, disturbing the purity of Buddhism.

The dishes of Qinglian Nunnery are famous among the nobles, and the nunnery naturally chooses the best dishes to be eaten by the lord of Huilin County.

But every time she sent four dishes to the lord of Huilin, she had to drop two plates, and the little nun who was responsible for serving her in the nunnery was miserable every day. He was not less mistreated by the lord of Huilin.

The little nun dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so she secretly hid in the backyard of the guest room where the lord of Huilin County lived and cried.

This day is still like this, the little nun has finished her dinner after serving the lord of Huilin, and she will go to the date tree in the backyard to cry.

At this time, the jujube tree is the time to bear fruit, and a red piece of jujube hangs on the tree. One fell and hit her head.

"Even you bullied me." Dusty picked up the dates and threw them into his mouth, crying and chirping: "Look at me I won't eat you." ”

As soon as she spit out the date pit, she saw a dark shadow flash in the setting sun.

Just as he wanted to open his mouth to scream, the jujube kernel stuck in his throat, and then a white smoke was blown over, and the dust fell crooked against the jujube tree.

The moment she lost consciousness, she looked at the guest room in front of her, and said in her heart: Lord Huilin, it's over!