Song Jingyuan's side.

When he left the study, his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

A concubine is a concubine, no matter how good he is better than his concubine, it is a shame!

If it weren't for Song Jun's light marriage in the future, I was afraid that my father would have a different attitude.

Song Junqing is a concubine, he is a concubine, from ancient times to the present, how can there be a concubine to mention a concubine?

Father wants him to remember who he is!

Even if he enters the court in the future, he still has to take care of this younger brother.

Isn't it just to let him recognize himself?

Hehe...

With a smile on his face, Song Jingyuan walked forward.

After leaving the main courtyard, the little maid in Meiyuan hurriedly ran over with a lantern and said according to the road: "Young master, this is a snack prepared by Aunt Liu, let you send it to Luming Courtyard." ”

Song Jingyuan glanced at the pastry, took it silently, and walked in the direction of Luming Courtyard.

The little guy followed.

In the Luming Courtyard, Jun Qing was cultivating in the space, and the divine consciousness outside suddenly noticed that someone was approaching, and hurriedly flashed out of the space.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Jun got up slowly.

"Young master, the eldest young master is here." The little guy said respectfully.

"Well, let him in."

The little servant came out with the order, but after a while, Song Jingyuan led people into the house.

"Second brother, I wonder if the injury on my forehead has improved?" Song Jingyuan smiled slightly and spoke decently.

"Hmm." Jun swept over the person in front of him, looked personable, and followed Aunt Liu.

"This is a pastry made by my aunt, if the second brother doesn't dislike it, it can be used for tooth beating."

Song Jingyuan said and handed the pastry box to the little guy beside the other party.

The little girl didn't answer, and only looked at Jun Qing.

He knew that the little young master had never accepted the things of the eldest young master, and he didn't dare to take them without permission.

Jun glanced at the pastry lightly and tapped his chin slightly.

Surprise flashed in the little girl's eyes, and he bowed down to take it.

Song Jingyuan was also surprised for a moment, fleeting, and then said softly: "Tomorrow, the master's class, I hope the second brother can participate, don't let my father worry." ”

looks like a good brother who cares for his younger brother.

Jun Qing looked at the other party deeply, and said indifferently: "I have already received the things, if it is okay, you can go out." ”

dug up the memory of the original owner, and the person in front of him was a full green tea man!

has always been humble and polite in front of outsiders, gentle and elegant, but in private, he has not stumbled on the original body.

The other party wishes that his original body was muddy, can he kindly persuade him to move forward?

Zuo is just Song Huaijin coming back and making a show!

When Song Jingyuan heard this, his face stiffened slightly, displeasure flashed in his eyes, he hid his expression, hugged his fists and said: "The second brother is resting, and the elder brother will go back first." ”

After speaking, he didn't look back and raised his feet to go out.

Jun glanced at the pastry and said indifferently, "Take it." ”

The little guy hurriedly responded.

When I got out of the room, I breathed a sigh of relief, the young master was still a young master, and he still didn't like the things given by the eldest young master.

After the person left, Jun Qing waved his long sleeves, the lights went out, and he flashed into the space to cultivate.

Day and night alternate, the sun rises slowly, the coolness of March fades, and the peach tree branches bloom with dewdrops.

Jun walked under the peach tree, gently picked up a few peach blossoms, the corners of his mouth turned up, he hadn't made peach blossom soup for a long time.

Xiao Li loves to eat it the most, even if he becomes a little old man.

Thinking of the peach tree that did not leave the courtyard, Jun looked at the one in front of him, frowned, and called the servant: "Plant a few more peach trees in the yard." ”

Thinking of something, he added: "There is a swing frame here, and the name of the hospital is changed to not leaving the hospital." ”

Turning around and sweeping the bedroom, he continued: "Open the right ear room and the bedroom, just separate a door, dig a bigger pond in the backyard, and if there is not enough space, tear down the adjacent chrysanthemum courtyard and put some fish fry in." ”