Thinking of Song Qing, Zhao Cheng's hand holding the letter paper tightened unconsciously. It is undeniable that this girl seems to have affected his mood at some point.

Although there are many crosses and crosses in this letter, even the words that have been written are many wrong. But Zhao Cheng still understood Song Gullible's original words.

Roughly speaking, she received her own letter, and she was angry at accusing him of saying goodbye. The other is to let him remember to drink the medicine and go home early.

She was waiting for him to get back.

This is the meaning that Zhao Cheng understood when he saw the letter.

I didn't expect that one day, someone like myself would have someone waiting.

“……”

Although Zhao Cheng felt a little awkward in his heart, he unconsciously folded the letter in his hand, and then handed it to Gu Wei who was standing beside him.

"Put it away."

"Yes."

Looking at the letter paper handed over, Gu Wei stretched out his hand to take it, but before the finger touched, he saw that the third master's hand had been taken back.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

"......" Gu Wei felt as if he was lonely.

Zhao Cheng naturally didn't pay attention to what his subordinates thought, but put the folded letter in his arms.

Glancing up at the sky, he turned and strode away in a good mood, until his slender figure disappeared into the courtyard here.

Gu Wei: "......"

The letter that can make the third master put away like this is a letter from the house, don't think about it, it must be a family letter.

I feel like I've been put on a show!

It's a little sour! (This comes from the mood of a single dog, which is very complicated.) ）

……

On the side of the Prime Minister's Mansion, in the evening, the housekeeper was busy with his day's work and was preparing to rest on the rocking chair.

As soon as he lay down, he saw a figure flash in front of him, and the dark guard appeared instantly.

As the butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he is naturally accustomed to it.

Seeing the dark guard appear, he thought that Xiangye had some orders, and he didn't care about resting, so he immediately stood up.

"But what does the master command?"

The secret guard doesn't talk nonsense, and directly communicates.

"The lord has an order, let you go to Yipinyi, let Yunshang come over to make clothes for Miss Song, and let the steward of Yipinju send some jewelry for girls."

Steward Chen was stunned for a moment and immediately nodded, "Yes, the old slave will do it." ”

After the dark guard sent the message, one of them disappeared again, leaving the butler alone to stand in the wind and messy in the spot.

He didn't expect that just for such a trivial matter as making clothes, Xiangye would even use the secret guard to spread the word.

can make the master go out to do business, and still think about asking people to make clothes for her, this Miss Song can be regarded as capable.

First of all? No matter what Miss Song's background is, can she enter the eyes of the master? Then it has already compared those women from the imperial capital.

Don't think much about it? After Steward Chen received the order, he naturally didn't dare to delay for a moment......

When the housekeeper walked into the 'Holly Garden' with the group? Song Qingzheng was sitting at a stone table in the courtyard with a charcoal and learning to draw comics.

This is one of her hobbies!

Does Song Qing have a foundation in painting? What did she learn before she crossed into this world? It's just that I don't learn very well.

I was going to go to college, but I was going to continue studying in my spare time, but I didn't expect that she would be in this world when she woke up.

It's been a while since I've been in this world for a while, and Song Qing feels that he can't go back? Always find something to do.

Although she has crossed over, will she not be so narcissistic that she thinks that if she has crossed over, she should be like those heroines in the TV series, with a halo, good at singing and dancing, and versatile? It's okay to steal a few poems of the ancients, and she is praised as a talented woman. In his spare time, he can also open a store to make money and engage in various careers, and when he has nothing to do, he can also attract a bunch of emperors and nobles to compete and reach the peak of life.

As it turned out, these were unrealistic.

If you don't have enough IQ, you can't do that? Song Qing knows very clearly? I'm just a very ordinary girl. What if you haven't met the third master? Maybe I don't know how miserable it will be.

So, now? Song Qing had already figured out what he was going to do.

Since you can't go back now? Then continue to devote yourself to your hobbies.

How can you say that Song Qing has also gnawed on all kinds of comics, so he doesn't dare to say anything else? When it comes to making up stories, she feels like she's okay.

I don't know how long I'll be in this world.

In this world, there are no mobile phones, no Internet, so to speak, except for shopping on the streets, it is really boring. So Song Qing always has to find something to do for himself, at least to pass the time.

If you can, you can support yourself.

Song Qing passed by the study when he was shopping before, and he read it, the stories of this world, and the books are still very popular, and they sell very well.

Now Song Qing has to use a bunch of forks to write a letter, so if he wants to write it now, it is impossible.

Therefore, Song Qing decided to continue to learn painting, and when he had nothing to do, he was reading books and reading words. At that time, after learning the painting, he will almost recognize the characters, and at that time, Song Qing will be able to make up stories and draw villain books by himself.

Thinking about it this way, Song Qing felt that this was very good.

At this moment, a stack of white papers was placed on the stone table, and Song Qing was drawing line drawings with charcoal pens found in the kitchen fire pit.

After scrapping more than a dozen pieces of paper, Song Qing finally got one that was relatively satisfied.

Picking it up and taking a closer look, Song Qing couldn't help frowning.

"It looks good, but why does it feel wrong?"

"Looks a little familiar?"

Although Song Qing simply drew a silhouette, and even the face was still empty and not drawn, but this hairstyle, this dress, she really wanted to ignore it.

Song Qing wanted to draw an ancient little brother, yes, but he really didn't want to draw the third master. But I don't know how to drop, I draw and draw, and finally it becomes like this.

Looking at the painting in his hand that had not yet taken shape, Song Qing's face was hot, and he coughed unnaturally.

Minister, big man, third master, prime minister, any word, it stands to reason that these should not exist in her life.

But it appeared.

I came to this world unintentionally, and I don't know when I will be able to go back. If it goes on like this, if it takes a long time, Song Qing really doesn't know if he can resist it, and if he doesn't stretch out his claws to the third master.

Just as he was thinking of this, Song Qing heard a sound of footsteps at the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing someone coming, Song Qing subconsciously raised his head and glanced in the direction of the courtyard gate. In his hand, he unconsciously turned the painting in his hand over and pressed it on the stone table.

The so-called thief has a weak heart, and she should be like this.

Not far away, the person walking in front was Steward Chen, and behind the housekeeper was a lot of people, both men and women.

Song Qing's gaze filtered over the butler and landed on the woman walking side by side behind him.

The one on the left, who was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wore a long dress embroidered with peonies, and combed a woman's hair in a bun, looking dignified and demure. The one on the right,It looks like it should be thirteen or fourteen years old.,It's very watery.。。

looks somewhat similar, these two should be mother and daughter, don't ask Song Qing why he thinks so. If it is a modern woman, it is very common to get married at the age of thirty, but now in ancient times, it is normal to be like this.