Qiyang City in the drizzle is a little different from usual.

Compared with the usual gorgeous, it looks a little hazy now, and there is a feeling that it can't be seen really. The scenery in the rain exudes a classical and elegant beauty.

Even Song Qing, a person who has no artistic cells, thinks that the scenery in the rain is very good.

Qiyang City was very large, and Song Qing didn't walk around, just walked around not far from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As it was almost noon, the sky began to clear, and slowly a little sun shone out.

After shopping for a whole morning, Song Qing bought some in a mess, and after feeling a little tired, he stopped on the spot.

At this time, Song Qing, like everyone, had already put away the oil-paper umbrella.

After feeling a little tired, Song Qing turned his head to look around, and at this time, there was a burst of laughter in the teahouse not far away.

Song raised his foot and walked over there after hearing this.

"Guest officer, please inside."

After walking into the inn, Song Qing found a random place to sit down.

At this time, there were quite a lot of people in the teahouse, men, women and children, and it seemed that business was very good.

In the center of this teahouse is a circular stage, which is used for performances.

At this time, on the stage, a woman was sitting quietly playing the guqin.

Unknown tunes, melodious and tactful, ding-dong are good. And the woman is also quite beautiful, which has attracted the attention of many men.

Song Qing sat in a corner position, and after asking for a few things to eat, he sat quietly to eat and drink tea.

Generally, the food in the teahouse is cakes, or cold vegetables, peanuts, and other dishes that can be served with alcohol.

When Song Qing walked in, naturally many people saw her.

No matter what time it is, there are always a lot of good-looking people who turn heads.

No, soon after Song Qing sat down, someone came over to talk.

It was a very fat man, who didn't look very old, seventeen or eighteen years old.

obviously looks young, but he looks like he is vain and listless.

It looks like it's overwork driving at night. At this time, after the fat man came to Song Qing's table, he began to report his home.

"The second young master in the Hou Mansion of Xia Changning, Xu Zhiqian, can you have the honor to invite the young lady to have a drink?"

"Yo, Xu Ershao, why don't you call me for tea."

As he spoke, a young man walked slowly not far away.

Song Qing just glanced up, only to feel that his eyes were about to flash blind. This one wears gold and silver, and he has several jade wrenches on his hand alone.

And those gorgeous clothes? and the folding fan that he held in his hand, even the handle of the fan was made of gold.

“……”

After Song glanced at it? Silence picked up the walnut crisp and continued to eat.

The man who stepped forward smiled and said, "Under Liu Shaodong? I don't know what this young lady is called, do you mind sharing a table? ”

Between words? The man in the bag has already put away the folding fan? waved his sleeves and sat opposite Song Qing.

Seeing that Liu Shaodong had already sat down, Xu Zhiqian, who was standing next to him, was not far behind and sat down.

See such a scene? Song Qing knew that this tea could not be drunk anymore.

Reaching out to take out the silver, Song raised his hand and shouted.

"Little two checkout."

"Okay, it's coming."

As he spoke, Xiao Er had already walked over quickly.

"Guest officer? Your table is two taels of silver. ”

"Okay."

After Song Qing checked out, he turned around and left, not paying attention to the two of them at all from beginning to end.

But as soon as she took a few steps, she was stopped. And it was the second young master of the Marquis of Changning Mansion who stopped her.

"You haven't sued me yet, which daughter are you? I'm going to marry you as an equal wife. ”

Song Qing's face turned green after hearing this?

Looking at the man standing in front of him, Song Qing couldn't help frowning? This is preparing to marry forcibly, isn't it?

It seems that now I can only move out of the big guy to suppress the shock, otherwise it will be really difficult to get out.

Thinking of this, Song clapped his hands lightly, looking disapproving.

"Marry me as a concubine? Okay! I live in the Prime Minister's Mansion, if you have the ability, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and talk to my brother Zhao Cheng about what you just said. If only you could still stand? Then I'm sure I'm okay with that. But a word of caution? My brother has a bad temper? If you go in vertically and lie down and come out, you will be crippled or something, but don't blame me for not reminding me. ”

Song Qing's voice fell? Xu Zhiqian, who was standing in front of her, instantly changed his face? Subconsciously took a step back.

"You, you live in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Song raised his eyebrows after hearing this? "What, do you have any opinion on me living in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"No, no." After Xu Zhiqian finished speaking, his face was pale and he took a step back.

Looking at Song Qing, Xu Zhiqian's hands subconsciously trembled a little, but he couldn't help but confirm it again.

"You, do you really live in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Although he is a bastard, he also knows who provokes him and who he can't afford to provoke.

For example, Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, let alone him, even his father Changning Hou also came to him, so he had to be cautious.

"Is there any problem with living in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"No, no problem."

After hearing this, Song said lightly, "Since it's okay, can I leave now?" ”

Xu Zhiqian stiffly stepped aside after hearing this.

"Yes."

Song didn't say anything after hearing this, but walked back to the table and took his oil-paper umbrella.

Just now because she left after checkout, she forgot to take her umbrella. Now that it's okay, Song Qing naturally wants to take the umbrella away.

After holding the oil-paper umbrella, Song Qing turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

After she left, Xu Zhiqian, in order to confirm whether what she said was true, specially sent someone to follow her to inquire about the situation.

After Song Qing walked out of the teahouse, he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and along the way, I don't know if it was Song Qing's illusion, but I always felt that someone was following behind me.

After looking back twice, Song Qing quickly understood. It should be that the second young master of the Hou Mansion felt that he had lied, so he sent someone to follow her to find out if what she said was true.

Song Qing was not afraid of the other party following, because he did live in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's just that she is just a rubb, and the third master is not her brother.

Song Qing came all the way to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Prime Minister's Mansion at this time was as heavily guarded as ever.

After glancing at the guards standing at the door, Song Qing deliberately waved his hand to say hello.

"You've done a great job."

The guard standing at the door was stunned for a moment, and instantly saluted lightly to Song in flattery.

"Miss Song, we don't work hard."

"Yes, very energetic."

Song praised lightly, then walked into the open door with his feet raised.

It wasn't until she saw Song Qing walk into the door that the person who followed her from a distance to inquire about the news returned in shock and told what she saw.

The second young master of the Changning Hou Mansion who got the confirmed news, the whole person was like sitting on pins and needles. It felt like a sharp knife on top of his head, ready to kill him at any moment.