Qin Shaoyu waited for a long time and didn't see Song Beibei coming, until Lord Qin sent someone to inform him, saying that it was time to leave. Otherwise, you will have to travel in the dark, and it will not be safe.

Qin Shaoyu thought that Song Beibei was about to go to Hangzhou anyway, and if he couldn't see it today, he wouldn't be able to see it, so he reluctantly left the Song family and went to his father and mother.

Song Beibei quietly hid behind the door, watching them all the way through the crack in the door until the Qin family's carriage disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

The chicken boy who was caught in her hand mocked: "Look at your hypocrisy! ”

"Shut up!"

Song Beibei clenched his fist and knocked on the door of its head, and the chicken boy suddenly didn't dare to speak.

It broke free from Song Beibei's hand and rubbed the back of Song Beibei's hand flatteringly, but felt that Song Beibei's interest was not high, so it was not boring, and turned his back and combed his feathers with his mouth bored.

Song Beibei stood at the door for a long time before turning back.

The chicks also jumped up and down to catch up with her.

Song Beibei did not go back to his yard, but went straight to find Zhao Zhiyue.

Her cousin is a little Daiyu, if she doesn't comfort her today, she will definitely hold these sadness in her heart, and she may have to hold back her illness in the future.

Zhao Zhiyue was sitting in her room in a daze.

Song Beibei was prepared in his heart, pretending to be casual, ran in with a smile and asked, "Cousin, Shaoyu has already left." ”

Zhao Zhiyue slowly raised her head and looked at her quietly.

After a long time, Zhao Zhiyue suddenly spoke: "Beibei, Qin Shaoyu said that he doesn't like to eat bamboo shoots at all, he is all for you." ”

Song Beibei originally wanted to deliberately avoid this topic, but he didn't expect Zhao Zhiyue to be so direct, so Song Beibei couldn't react for a while: "But I ......"

Zhao Zhiyue shook her head, signaling that she didn't need to explain.

She looked straight at Song Beibei and said: "Beibei, it must be false to say that you are not jealous, I have also thought countless times, if you disappear, will Shaoyu like me......"

Song Beibei wrinkled his face and shouted pitifully: "Cousin......"

It's not something she can control.

Zhao Zhiyue suddenly laughed: "But you are so good to me, I can't bear you at all." Even if you really disappear, you will become an eternal obstacle in my heart and his heart, and no one can get over it. ”

"......" Song Beibei felt even more guilty.

Zhao Zhiyue took a deep breath, held back her tears, and said, "Beibei, you leave me alone for the time being." I won't blame you all the time, but I blame you now, so you let me be alone and quiet, and when I calm down, you and I will be the same as before. ”

"Good ......" Song Beibei hesitated in response, and said, "That...... Then I'll wait for you tomorrow to go to the academy together? ”

Zhao Zhiyue shook her head: "I won't go to the academy in the future, I'll talk to my uncle and aunt when I go back." ”

Song Beibei understood the little girl's mood of falling out of love, so he didn't persuade her, and left hesitantly.

Now in Qingbei Academy in Qingxian County, her two good friends have left, and Song Beibei has no interest in going to class.

In addition, it was the depths of winter, and it was very cold, and she didn't want to get up early to study and suffer such a sin.

She has been at home for a few days, except for reading the words written by her second brother over and over again, even arguing with chickens, which is not boring.

Early in the morning, Bawan came in and informed her: "Miss, Mrs. said that she would go to Hangcheng Villa tomorrow and asked Jiale to pack up her clothes for Miss first." ”

Jiale on the side answered, and was about to clean up, but Song Beibei said: "No need, Jiale, didn't I tell you, I won't go." ”

Eighty thousand puzzled: "Why? Miss, I heard that the Song family's annex and the Qin family's new house were both rebuilt from the former mansion of Lord Yang, the prefect of Hangzhou. ”

Song Beibei also knew about this for a long time.

After the disaster relief last year, Yang Xun'er felt ashamed, so she left Hangzhou, and heard that she went to the south.

Although Yang Chong is an improper official, he actually does not make too many mistakes, he just likes to slip around and shoot horses, so happy.

In addition, he also donated most of his net worth in the later stage of disaster relief, and the third prince asked for favors for him, but in the end he was just demoted and transferred to another place to be a seven-grade sesame official, without hurting his net worth.

Then the huge Yang Mansion was divided into two halves, half of which was given to Lord Qin, and half of which was taken out and sold, and was bought by the Song family.

It's not that Song Beibei hasn't been to the Yang Mansion, so he doesn't have any curiosity about it, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to go, the Yang Mansion is not as big as my family, so I want to stay here." ”

Eighty thousand is embarrassed: "But...... Miss, Young Master Qin has also sent people over with news many times to ask when you will come. ”

"I'm ......" Song Beibei said and quickly stopped.

She can't say too harsh things to ***, and she has a few months to take the township exam, in case she says something that stimulates him and makes him collapse, how can he prepare for the exam?

She thought for a while and said, "Next time, if he asks someone to ask again, you will say that I am far away, I will go to kill Mashan to see my fifth brother, and I will go to Tengcheng to see my third brother...... Anyway, just a reason for casual nonsense will be done. ”

Bawan was even more confused, thought for a while and asked, "Miss, did you quarrel with Young Master Qin?" ”

"Nope." Song Beibei yawned, "I'm just lazy, I'm afraid of the cold, and I don't want to leave the bed in winter." ”

Bawan also believed it, Song Beibei was really afraid of the cold, and he didn't even think about getting up in winter, let alone running around.

She nodded and said, "Nacheng, the slave maid will go back to Mrs. ”

Song Beibei responded, leaned over and lay on the soft couch, grabbed a book and wanted to read it again to take a nap, and suddenly thought that he hadn't heard the chicken talk for a long time.

She looked up and asked Jiale on the side, "Jiale, where is the chicken?" ”

Jiale said: "In the back room, do you want the slave to take it out?" ”

"No...... It's so unusually quiet today, I'm going to see what it's up to. ”

Song Beibei got down from the soft couch and quietly walked into the back room.

Inside, the chick is standing on her dresser looking in the mirror.

Its tail is full of strips of cloth, and its already gorgeous feathers look even more bells and whistles.

The chicken looked in the mirror, stretched out his left paw to take a look, then turned around and spread his wings to take a look.

"Oh, I'm so pretty." The chicken boy sighed with emotion, and kissed himself in the mirror, "Mo Ma Mo Mo ......"

Song Beibei burst out laughing, this broken bird is quite narcissistic, if only he gave half of his cousin's pessimism to the chickens.

However, the chickens have been so beautiful recently, I'm afraid they have reached the age of reproduction.

Song Beibei thought for a while and said to Jiale: "Jiale, you help me go out and inquire if there is a beautiful little female bird, buy one for it." ”

"Yes."

……

Yue Mingzhu learned that Song Qixian was elected president of the Hangzhou Chamber of Commerce, and he also bought the house next door to the Qin family, but he didn't know that Song Beibei didn't go.

When the master of his family chose Lord Qin as the Qin Mission, one of the purposes was to separate the Qin and Song families, but now, he actually calculated it in vain.

So he wrote a letter to Shen Zhao, telling him that the Qin and Song families had moved to Hangzhou together, and that they were closer to each other than before, separated by a courtyard wall.

After writing it, he sent someone to the capital quickly.