Zi Sangchuan was praised very much, but he realized that something was wrong, thinking of his words just now and Song Qian's praise, he always felt that he had elevated his current self and belittled his identity as a master.

He couldn't say what was wrong.

However, he didn't say anything more, because he was afraid that it would be useless to say more, and his carefully concealed identity would be exposed.

With the help of the little scholar, Song Qian carefully rolled up the scroll and put it away and put it into the bamboo basket he carried.

After so much effort, he finally got the painting, and Song Qian was able to relax and breathe a sigh of relief from the tense nerves of the past few days.

The little scholar put his things away, and Zi Sangchuan continued to sit down and enjoy the delicious barbecue, seeing that he was almost done, but Zi Sangchuan was still unsatisfied.

Song Qian saw his thoughts, so he used the remaining ingredients to make him some new ways to eat.

Seeing Song Qian's exquisite cooking skills and attractive aroma, Zi Sangchuan forgot what had just happened, devoted himself to the food, and praised Song Qian: "Song Niangzi's cooking skills are really high, I don't know which master Song Niangzi followed?"

Song Qian thought for a moment and said, "I learned it from my mother, I didn't know how to do it, but I only learned some fur?"

This is actually true, when she was still in modern times, her mother's craft was good, and she learned it by hearing and seeing.

This also gave her the ability to eat in this generation without relatives and no reason, otherwise she would have starved to death in the broken grass house in that village.

"The lady is humble." Zi Sangchuan said, and the action of holding things with chopsticks in his hand has not stopped.

Song Qian saw that it was not early, and the painting had already been in his hands, and if he didn't go back, he would definitely worry Ji Changye, so he packed up his things and said goodbye to his son Sangchuan and said, "Old man, it's not early, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

The little scholar glanced at Zi Sangchuan, who didn't hear Song Qian's words because he was addicted to food, and hurriedly reminded him.

"Lady walk slowly, this forest is easy to get windy when it's dark, you should be careful on the road and pay attention to safety." Zi Sangchuan wanted to say that the little scholar sent her, but he was afraid that Song Qian would find out the clues, so he could only say so.

"Thank you for your concern, and you should pay attention too."

After saying that, Song Niangzi bowed slightly, and then left.

When the figure was gone, Zi Sangchuan instructed the little scholar and said, "Go and follow her, and see that she is safe and sound out of the forest."

"Yes." The little scholar hurried to follow.

Song Qian, who left, walked on the path in the woods, and did not notice that someone was following him.

She walked briskly, worried about whether she would encounter anything.

At this moment, a carriage came at a speed from not far away, and although it did not collide with Song Qian, it also made her almost fall to the ground.

When Song Qian staggered backwards, he hurriedly protected the bamboo basket with the painting scroll in his hand, for fear that he would accidentally destroy his hard-earned gains.

The coachman reined in his horses and stopped the carriage.

The body jolted, Zhao Liuyin who was sitting in the carriage was startled, Hongyin hurriedly checked if she was injured, and asked worriedly, "Miss, are you okay?"

"What's going on? You go and see." Zhao Liuyin was a little displeased.

Hongyin got out of the carriage after getting down.

saw that the coachman had also jumped out of the carriage, walked in front of Song Qian, who had just stood firmly, and asked in a reproachful tone, "Don't you have long eyes? Do you know who is sitting in this carriage? If you collide, how many lives do you have?"

Song Qian checked that the painting scroll was nothing, patted the dust falling on his body, frowned when he heard this, and retorted unceremoniously: "This road is already narrow, you drove the carriage so fast, and almost hit me, why did it become my fault?" Besides, the man who is sitting in this carriage is not unreasonable."

When he said this, Song Qian looked at the carriage not far away, looked at it all over his body and felt familiar, and after thinking for a while, he remembered where he had seen it.

The last time she solved the poisoning in the courtyard where Zhao Liuyin lived, she saw the carriage outside the courtyard, and thought that the person the coachman was talking about was Zhao Liuyin.

But this place is so remote, how could she come to such a place? Song Qian thought to himself.

Seeing that Song Qian had the courage to refute, the coachman was refuted and said, "Why are you so sharp-toothed? Swear black is white.! I'll also tell you, if something happens today, it won't be enough to lose your life, do you know?"

I didn't expect a small coachman to be so arrogant and domineering with Zhao Liuyin's momentum, it seems that Zhao Liuyin's battle and shelf that came to pray for blessings on the orders of the Queen Mother this time are really not small.

Song Qian was afraid that arguing with her would cause some trouble, after all, this was a wilderness, if Zhao Liuyin and the people under her insisted that she had done something, others would believe it, and she had nowhere to reason. So Song Qian swallowed this breath and prepared to turn around and leave.

I didn't want the driver to let her go.

"Don't go! You frightened my horse and hurt its hooves, and you will pay me for it!"

It turned out that she was waiting for her here, listening to the coachman's brazen touch of porcelain, Song Qian naturally didn't want to be wronged, so he said, "You said that I hurt your horse, what evidence do you have?" Since you are not, and you are so entangled, we will find a sensible person to administer justice."

Hearing the noisy movement outside, especially the unrelenting voice of the coachman, Zhao Liuyin felt a headache, so he opened the curtain and asked Hongyin, who was watching, "What happened?"

At that time, Hongyin only reacted from watching the play, so she hurriedly replied, "Miss, it was our carriage that had a conflict with a passerby. This passer-by is the shopkeeper of the dessert shop, Song Qian."

This name made Zhao Liuyin remember it deeply, and he hated it because of Ji Changye, so much so that he couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

"Help me down." Zhao Liuyin was also a little strange, how could Song Qian appear here, could it be that the road was really narrow? God deliberately let them meet?

Hongyin helped Zhao Liuyin off the bus station to stabilize herself, and then pointed to Song Qian, who was not far away and was talking to the coachman, and said, "Miss, look."

I haven't seen him for many days, and Song Qian is still the same as before. Seeing her face, Zhao Liuyin remembered that day Ji Changye was protecting her everywhere, not hesitating to oppose herself, and the handkerchief in her hand was also tightly held in her hand and wrinkled.

But soon she let go of her hand, and a hint of mockery spread to the corner of her mouth: "Sure enough, the village woman just can't get on the stage, and she will quarrel with people in broad daylight."

Perhaps only under the concept of identity level and exposure since childhood, Zhao Liuyin can find some superiority in Song Qian, and she also uses this to comfort herself and deceive herself.

Hongyin understood Zhao Liuyin's thoughts, and carefully agreed, wanting to please Zhao Liuyin, "That's right, how can such a woman compare to you? You are the sky high above, and she is just the silt in the river."

Zhao Liuyin was very impressed by these words, she raised her eyes to look at the sunset, and said a little tiredly: "It's not too early at this time, what are you entangled with her?" What should I do if I delay my business?"

She also heard that the master of calligraphy and painting Zi Sangchuan was here, and read the blessing of the queen mother's decree, so she wanted to ask for a pair of calligraphy and paintings to please the queen mother. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have been tired and set off for this remote place.

With that, she walked with Hongyin to Song Qian and the coachman.

"If you get entangled any more, I'll call the people from the county government and ask them to conclude this matter!" Song Qian was irritated by the coachman's entanglement, and directly wanted to move out of Zeng Kang'an's county mansion to suppress him.

I don't want the coachman to ignore them at all: "Even if the lord of the county order is here, he will nod his head when he sees our master!" What are you and them?"

It's really a dog, Song Qian thought to himself.

Song Qian, who knew that he couldn't speak clearly for a while, wanted to turn around and leave directly, after all, no matter how big a man was, he wouldn't dare to openly pull and pull her in the daytime.

I didn't want her to look up when she saw Zhao Liuyin's master and servant's wife coming, Song Qian didn't want to meet Zhao Liuyin, but it seemed that she couldn't escape now.

Zhao Liuyin heard the coachman's words when he came, and couldn't help frowning.

Even if she came on the orders of the Queen Mother

, should also keep a low profile. Now that he has made such a big publicity, using her name as a prestige, if people with a heart listen to it and reach the ears of the Queen Mother, won't they all be able to eat and walk around?

However, what he said about Song Qian was in line with her heart.

The coachman also noticed that Zhao Liuyin was coming, smiled flatteringly, bowed over to Zhao Liuyin's side and said, "Miss Zhao, why did you get off the carriage?"

"What's going on? How can it be so noisy? It's all this hour, what if you're entangled with some unimportant people and things here, and you're delaying your business?"

Song Qian looked at Zhao Liuyin vigilantly, because there was a hint of mockery in her words.

Zhao Liuyin's gaze fell on Song Qian, pretending to be surprised when she just found her here, "Song Niangzi, how could it be you."

Your eyes are fine, didn't you see me when you came just now? Song Qian thought to himself, naturally he couldn't say this.

"It turned out to be Miss Zhao." At the moment, even if Song Qian is reluctant to deal with her, he can only face the difficulties and perfunctory.

When the coachman saw that the two knew each other, he thought that the two were friends, and he couldn't help but tremble, thinking that he had offended someone who should not be offended.

"It's my subordinates who have no rules and offended Song Niangzi, and I hope Song Niangzi doesn't care." Zhao Liuyin still did enough superficial work.

Song Qian just wanted to leave quickly, and he didn't have the heart to seek justice for himself, so he bowed his head and said, "Miss Zhao is serious, this matter is a misunderstanding, just say it." If nothing else, the maiden will take her leave."

Zhao Liuyin suddenly saw the scroll in her bamboo basket, and felt strange in her heart. After all, in the news she got, there was only one mansion in Zisangchuan within a radius of a few miles, and Song Qian happened to appear here and hold a painting scroll. It is easy to wonder if she has already met Zi Sangchuan and begged for calligraphy and painting.

With this conjecture, Zhao Liuyin was a little dissatisfied, and even let Song Qian get what he wanted one step ahead of himself, how could she be everywhere.

However, I heard that Zi Sangchuan has a strange temper, and Song Qian must have some way to please Zi Sangchuan if he can get calligraphy and paintings, so Zhao Liuyin wants to use clichés from Song Qian's mouth to make himself successful.

So she reached out and picked up the scroll, this action caught Song Qian unexpectedly, and it was too late to stop it, so she could only watch her cautiously hold the scroll in case she accidentally broke it.

"Song Niangzi, this painting is exquisite, it must be very precious." Zhao Liuyin looked at the painting and stroked it carefully.

Song Qian didn't want to expose anything, so he lied: "It's nothing precious, it's just a graffiti work of a friend of mine, it's not worth much, and I also asked for it when it was fresh."