Mrs. Prefectural thought to herself that this was not a difficult task, but she still had to do what she should do.

So she smiled and pushed the box back a little: "I thought it was something, this kind of thing is a trivial matter, and the shopkeeper Song just opened his mouth directly, why bother to spend so much, how can I be embarrassed to accept it?"

As he spoke, he refused to take his eyes off the slightest.

Song Qian saw through her thoughts, and continued to push the box in front of her according to her wishes: "Mrs. County Ling is so kind, she can give up her face to help the people's daughter, and the people's daughter is grateful. So this little thing should be accepted by Mrs. County Ling, and the people's daughter can also feel at ease, right? Don't shirk it."

The words have been said here, the appearance that should be done is done, and there is no need for the county lady to continue pretending, so she closed the lid of the box, picked it up and put it at her feet.

"Then what does Shopkeeper Song want to know? If I knew, I would do my best to help you." But she just talks about it, telling some things that don't hurt.

Otherwise, if something really happens, the prefect's wife will definitely blame her, wouldn't it be playing with fire at that time***?

Song Qian also knew that there were some things that couldn't be too much, so he asked, "The people want to ask the prefect's wife what she likes?" When I go to visit, I can bring out the right gifts, so I don't have to joke."

This kind of thing is not a big deal, and after hearing this, Mrs. County Ling answered Song Qian truthfully: "This prefect Mrs. is from a scholarly family, and her father is a famous master of calligraphy and painting, so she likes those calligraphy and paintings. If you want to send something, you may be able to please her by sending a few pairs of calligraphy and paintings, and you don't need to be expensive." After all, this kind of person pursues spirit, not the so-called fame and fortune.

Song Qian kept it firmly in mind, and then asked a few innocuous questions, nothing more than whether the prefect's wife likes to socialize with people on weekdays or something.

Because she accepted the gold and silver jewelry she gave, the county magistrate's wife patiently explained to her.

Song Qian, who had already asked about the same questions, stopped talking, and she was afraid that too many questions would make Mrs. County Ling bored.

"Thank you Mrs. County Commander today, the things that the girl wants to ask have been asked, so the girl will leave the Yaxing of not disturbing Mrs. County."

At this time, the county magistrate had already opened the door, put away the appearance of seeing Qian Xian just now, and said, "If there is anything else you want to ask from the shopkeeper Song, just come to me, don't be polite. It's time for lunch, so let's go with me."

Thinking of Wang Niangzi and Yu Xiuwan, who were still waiting for him outside, Song Qian naturally couldn't stay any longer, so he refused: "Thank you Mrs. County Ling for your kindness, it's just that the business in the shop is too busy, I'm afraid I can't accompany you, and I hope Mrs. County Ling won't blame me."

Mrs. County Ling was originally polite, and the fate of these people had nothing to do with her, and she couldn't wait to leave one by one, so as not to cause trouble.

So she didn't keep it: "Since Shopkeeper Song is busy, let's go." Don't delay business and business, come back next time you have the chance. I'm going to deliver it to Shopkeeper Song." Mrs. County Commander turned her head and ordered the little girl who followed behind.

Song Qian didn't refuse this time, and left here with the little guy.

Mrs. County Ling looked at her departing back and lowered her eyes slightly, and at this time she became strange, what was the shopkeeper of a dessert shop doing with Mrs. Prefect? What can the prefect's wife help her?

But since it's to help with money, this matter has nothing to do with her.

"Go and put the things sent by Shopkeeper Song into my room, and don't talk about it to the master, you know?" Mrs. County Ling changed her indifferent face and said to the subordinates who were guarding the door just now.

"Yes."

At this point, the county magistrate said no more, and turned around and went to the banquet.

Wang Niangzi, who was waiting anxiously outside the door, saw that Song Qian finally came out, and stepped forward to ask, "But is it done?"

"It's going well, I've got what I wanted, don't worry...... Where did Mrs. Zhang go?" Song Qian looked left and right, and didn't see Yu Xiuwan's figure, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Could it be that she is still at the banquet? Didn't she say she didn't like it there, so why stay inside and suffer?

"She's gone, and the two of us came out together." Wang Niangzi saw through Song Qian's thoughts and comforted her.

In this way, Song Qian could also breathe a sigh of relief, but soon a new problem bothered her.

Where do you get the calligraphy and paintings that the prefect's wife likes?

Because ordinary calligraphy and painting will definitely not attract her attention, she needs to find a different one to give to her in order for her to know herself.

Easier said than done, he didn't know where he could get it.

In this way, she took her back to the mansion with a sad face.

Changfeng was washing his clothes, and when he saw Song Qian coming back, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Song Niangzi, where have you been? Do you know that when you don't see you in the morning, we are all dying in a hurry."

As soon as his words fell, Ji Changye, who heard the movement from the house, came out and coughed and interrupted him, as if to remind him that they had decided not to ask too much about Song Qian in the morning.

Changfeng stepped aside in a playful manner.

Song Qian was puzzled by their strange behavior and asked, "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, Song Niangzi, have you eaten? If you haven't eaten it, it's still hot in the pot, so I'll bring it to you." In order to alleviate the embarrassment just now, Changfeng hurriedly looked for something for himself.

Speaking of which, Song Qian's stomach did scream.

"I'm a little hungry, so please help me." She patronized the mansion of the county magistrate and tried to get her to help herself, but she forgot to eat.

After Changfeng responded, he hurriedly went into the kitchen, leaving Song Qianya Ji and Ji alone for a long night.

Thinking of yesterday's incident, Song Qian was still a little embarrassed and didn't dare to face Ji Changye, so he had to find an excuse to leave.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

When he didn't want to pass by Ji Changye, Song Qian was stopped. "Song Niangzi, in fact, you don't have to pay attention to yesterday's incident, it was just an accident."

Changfeng, who was eavesdropping in the kitchen, was confused.

What accident? What happened. Listening to this meaning, it is certainly not simple. Could it be that Ji Changye behaved very boldly in his absence?

Changfeng couldn't help but be a little surprised when he thought of this, is his own prince so hidden.

Song Qian couldn't help blushing when he heard this, and hurriedly defended himself: "I didn't, you thought too much, Lord Wang, I don't remember what happened yesterday, what kind of accident? If it's okay, I want to go back to my room, take care." After speaking, Song Qian slipped into his room.

Ji Changye looked at her figure in a hurry, and couldn't help but wonder if what he said just now was wrong, but his original intention was just to explain it clearly and let Song Qian not take this matter to heart.

I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, and sure enough, he still had to learn how to speak.

Seeing that there was no good show to watch, Changfeng returned to the stove in a huff.

Song Qian quickly put this matter behind her, because there was another thing that gave her an even more headache, that is, where to find calligraphy and paintings.

And so it went on until dusk, and she still had no clue.

"Song Niangzi, come out and eat." Changfeng knocked on the door with a plate.

He didn't know how many times he had been hot with these meals, and every time Song Qian stayed in the room and said that he would leave it soon, and then dragged it until the food was cold and had no intention of coming out.

Seeing that it was about to be time to pick up Mengbao, Changfeng was also a little anxious.

Ji Changye came over at this time and took the plate in her hand and said, "You go and pick up the ingots and come back, I'll leave this to me."

"But, Lord Wang...... "Can you find a way to get Song Qian out?"

Ji Changye misunderstood what Changfeng was going to say next, and thought that he was going to mention his status as a prince and couldn't do these rough jobs, so he said, "From now on, there is no prince here, have you forgotten what I told you."

Master, you misunderstood, your subordinates are just worried that you will scare Song Niangzi again. Changfeng was a little surprised when he heard Ji Changye's understanding, but he didn't say what was in his heart, so he could only echo and nodded.

"Then the subordinate will go to pick up the ingots, you

......" Take care.

Changfeng looked back at Ji Changye step by step, and finally left completely under the threatening eyes of the other party.

Song Qian sighed helplessly at this time, and saw that the figure outside was still waiting before he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he got up and opened the door and said, "I'm sorry Changfeng, it's too troublesome for you."

I didn't want to open the door, and the face that greeted me turned out to be Ji Changye.

This made Song Qian stunned in place, and just when she was speechless in surprise, Ji Changye handed over the dinner plate: "Song Niangzi, no matter what it is, let's eat something first."

"Okay, thank you, Lord Wang." Song Qian nodded crampedly, and after taking the plate, she was about to close the door and stop the embarrassed person outside, but as soon as she made a move, she was recognized by Ji Changye, and she quickly stopped the door that was about to be closed.

Do you look like someone with a medical condition? Song Qian looked at Ji Changye's hand on the door frame in disbelief, thinking to himself.

"Song Niangzi, don't you mind if I come in and sit down?"

He said so, Song Qian couldn't say anything if he didn't agree, so she had no choice but to turn sideways and let Ji Changye in.

He didn't move around, but sat straight at the table.

In this kind of scene, Song Qian has no appetite even if he doesn't eat.

The two of them sat facing each other so awkwardly, not daring to look at each other.

Finally, under the stalemate, Song Qian opened his mouth to break the embarrassment: "Lord Wang, how is your health these days? Isn't it better?" Why is she asking this question? Song Qian couldn't help but want to knock himself out.

"After taking the medicine prescribed by Lang Zhong, I have already improved a lot." He answered the question seriously.

Song Qian could only bite the bullet and continue the topic: "That's good."

Then the atmosphere fell into a low tone, and no one spoke.

After a moment of dullness, Ji Changye still asked, "Song Niangzi looks a little troubled, why don't you say it and listen to it, it's uncomfortable to hold it in your heart?"

That's true, but when she told Ji Changye, she felt that it was inappropriate.

But he couldn't bear Ji Changye's repeated insistence, so Song Qian had no choice but to say, "It's just that I've been looking for some calligraphy and paintings recently, and I've been looking at them for a long time and I'm not satisfied, so I'm a little bored." Moreover, she does not understand the aesthetics and style of this generation, and it is difficult to find the masterpieces that later generations are familiar with, and the important thing is that her appreciation ability is not high, so she really can't choose the right one to give to the prefect's wife.

When Ji Changye heard this, he had an idea in his heart, but he didn't say it to Song Qian, just comforted him painlessly: "Don't worry, Song Niangzi, you can find it if you look for it slowly."

But she's a headless fly now, and she doesn't know where to look for it, so how can she find it slowly?

"Song Niangzi eat something first, you can't collapse your body." As for this matter, it is better to leave it to him.

Ji Changye thought.

Song Qian nodded, and finally raised his interest to eat, but it was still tasteless.