"Miss Song, please come with me."

"Okay, then trouble the housekeeper."

While speaking, Steward Chen led Song Qing all the way through the garden and walked towards the courtyards outside the still water residence.

Along the way, as far as the eye can see, there are pavilions, rockeries, promenades, as well as various flowers and trees, or purple bamboo forests.

There are many courtyards in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and after Song Qing casually visited two places, his eyes were attracted by the camellia flowers extending from the wall in one courtyard.

White camellias, green leaves, camellias, Song Qingting likes.

Stopping, Song Qing looked up at the inscription above the door of the Moon Cave.

'Holly Garden'

"That's a good name." Song said softly and walked into the moon cave door.

This garden is very quiet, and at a glance, the camellia flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom.

When the housekeeper saw that Song Qing obviously liked it, he began to introduce it.

"This is the 'Holly Garden' small bridge flowing water, which circles the courtyard. The yard is planted with white camellias, and in the middle of the yard there is a large holly tree, and every time the holly flowers ......"

Without waiting for the housekeeper to finish his introduction, Song Qing said: "This courtyard is very beautiful, and it is elegant and chic, and it looks very warm, so I will live here." ”

The butler was stunned and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll let people clean it up, Miss Song, please wait a moment."

"Okay, then I'll familiarize myself with the environment first."

Next, the yard went in and out, and began to carry water inside and out to wipe it down. And Song Qing walked around in this 'Holly Garden' and got acquainted with the environment.

The pavilion in the center of the lake, the attic, the small bridge and flowing water, the rockery garden, the antique feeling is coming.

Song Qing walked across the bridge, watched the water flowing under the bridge, and converged to the lake pavilion in the distance.

The breeze blew in my ears, and the treetops shook slightly, and the sound of leaves rattling. At this moment there were a few little sparrows standing on the branches, chattering about something.

That's it for the birds and flowers!

Song lightly raised his hand to block the sun, and then looked at the clear blue sky. At this time, a few white clouds were slowly drifting there.

"I wish I could go back sooner!"

People have feelings, so Song Qing knows that it is best for him to go back earlier, so that he will have less nostalgia for this world.

But if it's been a long time, Song Qing really can't guarantee that he will be able to walk chic when he goes back?

After Song Qing walked around, the whole courtyard looked as if it had been washed with water, full of vitality.

It looked beautiful before, but it looked like no one lived there? Now the yard, the corridor? The room was wiped all over with water. Looking clean and tidy? Look brand-new.

When Song Qing came to the door of the room, he saw that the housekeeper was standing at the door waiting at this time.

"Miss Song? The room is already packed? You see if you're satisfied. ”

"In addition, Xiangye has already sent someone to bring back the baggage in your inn, Miss Song to see if there is anything missing?"

“……”

At this time, Song Qing was in his head? It was a string of ellipses that flashed in an instant.

This is the move over?

She also said that she would move her things after checking out of the inn, but she didn't expect that she hadn't even gone yet, and he had already taken all the things back.

After glancing curiously into the room, Song walked in with his feet raised.

The room is huge? Oval windows, the size of half a wall, were now open. From here, you can see the courtyard outside the window, and the camellia flowers that fill the yard.

In the center is a large round carved bed with pink curtains hanging on both sides of the bed. At this time, the curtain of the bed was not lowered, and the large bed was covered with brand new sheets and bedding.

Screens, dressers, tables, chairs and benches? The soft couch has a variety of vase decorations, and a guqin is neatly placed by the window.

Steward Chen stood aside, and after seeing Song lightly looking at the room, he said, "In the future, this will be Miss Song's room, Miss Song will see if there is anything that needs to be added." ”

Song waved his hand after hearing this: "No? Is that good? Trouble. ”

"Okay? Then Miss Song, you rest first, and if you need to tell the old slave in the future, you can. And I'll check it out tomorrow? Pick a few honest maids to serve you. ”

Song Qing almost choked to death with his own saliva when he heard this. She's just a rubbing? I also want to hire a maid for her, she can't afford this treatment!

And she has hands and feet? There is no need for a maid to serve you at all.

Thinking of this, Song Qing immediately refused.

"Don't, don't want a maid, I still like to live alone, I don't like to be served by someone."

The butler didn't say anything after hearing this, but responded with a smile. "Okay, then Miss Miss, you rest first, and the old slave will go down first."

"Okay, I'm in trouble."

Greeted the butler and yelled, and the other party left......

In the room, Song Qing, who was left alone, was standing by the bed to tidy up his things.

All the clothes to be washed are sorted out and put aside, and the rest are neatly folded and put in the closet.

After tidying up his clothes, Song Qing stood beside the bed, he looked down at the wooden box in his hand and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This money will definitely not be returned now.

In this case, I can only put it up.

In fact, there is another reason why Song Qing lives here.

That's it.

All this money was given by the third master, and it was too much, and he might not be able to use up a fraction of it.

She came to this world by chance, and maybe she will go back again by chance.

So it was nice to stay here.

This is always the third master's mansion, if he goes back one day, then these silver tickets will naturally be returned to the third master.

In this way, Song Qing lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and because of the slap mark on her face, she didn't go out for two days.

Since he lived by himself, Song Qing hadn't seen the third master, because he wasn't in the house at all.

I heard from the housekeeper that the prime minister went out on errands, and it is estimated that it will take several days to come back.

As the prime minister, the third master is naturally very busy, and he is busy with his career every day.

Therefore, compared with the third master, Song Qing felt that he was a salted fish.

……

"Wow-"

Early in the morning, a light rain fell from the sky, and the breeze blew a few fallen leaves and fell to the ground.

Song Qing, who had been bored for two days, was naturally ready to go out for a walk.

At this moment, she was wearing a long aqua blue scarlet dress, embroidered with white camellias, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with silk flowers in her hand, and walked out of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the drizzle......

The streets of 'Qiyang City' are still as lively as usual. It's just that because of the drizzle today, passers-by on the street are wearing umbrellas.

"Ding Ding Dong!"

There was a wind chime in his ears, and Song turned his head to look over, only to see a carriage slowly passing by him.

After Song Qing walked to the side a little, he turned the umbrella handle in his hand and continued to walk forward.