Old Madam Xiao sat down beside Tang Yulian, looking as if Tang Yulian had said a few words of gossip, she took out a back-pressed jewelry from her hair bag and gave it to Xiao Yiran.

"Go get some food, let's eat together."

"Grandma, this ......" Xiao Yiran still refused a little embarrassed, and Old Madam Xiao closed her eyes as if she was tired.

Lin Shuang on the side finished eating the last bite of the cake, and said dissatisfiedly: "Baizhu, you remember, in the eyes of your grandmother, there are only your brother Yiran and Sister Ning Ning, and there is no you at all." ”

Several children felt that what she said was wrong, but they hindered Lin Shuang being their elders, so they only promised.

Putting everything into his eyes, Song Qingyou also understood a little, this old lady Xiao quietly left a pair of earrings for her, and she was not ruthless to Xiao Qishu, after all, the palms and backs of her hands were full of meat, and there were grandsons in the other two rooms.

However, the family matter has been completed, and Song Qingyou will never change, saving himself more trouble.

Tang Yulian and Lin Shuang, as well as Mrs. Xiao, there are no moths now, who knows what will happen later.

When Xiao Qishu woke up, Song Qingyou took out the silver and exchanged it for food, and a bowl of white porridge that was thin into thin water was served.

Before she came to wear, even the youngest genius physician started with the most basic maintenance, and her patients, she had all taken care of the diet with her own hands, so she didn't feel anything.

And for Xiao Qishu...... This is the first time since he supported the Xiao family that someone has taken care of him in every detail. - Who would feed him porridge like a waste man in front of a great general who has won successive victories, even if he is really wounded.

"What about them?"

Xiao Qishu looked sideways uncomfortably, and saw that there were only a few small servants and a few officials left, and there was no post station for the Xiao family, so he asked.

His leg was broken, not his hand was broken.

Song Qingyou took another spoonful of porridge, put it on his lips and blew it gently, and then replied slowly after delivering it to Xiao Qishu's mouth: "They left first, I stuffed the silver, we can leave later, you recuperate more, and after a while, we will probably have to set off." ”

At the end, Song Qingyou did not forget to whisper about the earrings given by Mrs. Xiao.

Xiao Qishu used the white porridge, only felt that his hands seemed to be superfluous, cleared his throat and said: "I can come by myself." ”

Song Qingyou raised his eyes and looked at the restrained Xiao Qishu, only then did he slow down This is the time in the book, when the defense of men and women is extremely serious, and Xiao Qishu still has a heart for the heroine Cheng Yuxi, and must be very uncomfortable with her action of feeding the porridge, so he handed the white porridge to Xiao Qishu at the moment, without the slightest hesitation.

“…… Thank you before, you hold the mother's earrings, so as not to be discovered by others and not easy to explain. ”

Xiao Qishu took the porridge bowl, but his heart suddenly became uncomfortable, as if it was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say how clogged he felt.

Raising his eyes slightly, Song Qingyou turned around and went to buy two more cakes, his slender back was also graceful, Xiao Qishu's heart was even more powerful, even he didn't know why, if he didn't know that food was rare at this time, Xiao Qishu didn't even want to drink the porridge in the bowl.

It wasn't until Song Qingyou was feasting that he handed him a cake that Xiao Qishu was in a better mood.

It's just that...... Xiao Qishu thought of his strange appearance, his sword eyebrows were put together, and his handsome face was covered with frost: "You drugged me again?" ”

Otherwise, where would he have such a strange feeling.

Song Qingyou, who was stuffing his mouth sickly, was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Qishu fixedly, and blinked.

She couldn't understand what this man was saying.

After thinking about it, Song Qingyou asked rhetorically: "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Could it be that Xiao Qishu's fever has not subsided.

Song Qingyou was full of suspicions in his heart, so he simply grabbed Xiao Qishu's wrist and checked his pulse again.

Her casual move of grabbing the man's wrist fell in Xiao Qishu's eyes, and Xiao Qishu snorted coldly: "You are so casual with men? ”

Is this man really burned?

Song Qingyou's willow eyebrows were crowded together, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were worried, but she checked everything and found nothing, she stared at Xiao Qishu suspiciously, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Along the way, I don't think you are raised in the boudoir, and you don't know anything, why do you always want to be next to a man instead of being self-reliant?" Xiao Qishu asked seriously.

Song Qingyou, who asked directly, opened his eyes wide.

This is what a man in feudal times can say? Xiao Qishu's consciousness is very high! coincided with what she thought, so she responded excitedly: "I think so too, my Song family has a lot of money, and I thought about it for a while, when I reconcile with you, and then return to the family, with this medical skill and the money of the Song family, open a medical center, and live my free life alone, wouldn't it be comfortable?" ”

On weekdays, I have nothing to do and go to the South Wind Pavilion to have a look......

Tsk, that's the real happiness like a fairy.

Xiao Qishu choked, and suddenly didn't know what to say, so he said dryly: "Then you have to wait until you find what I'm looking for." ”

Song Qingyou smiled and replied: "I understand, I understand." ”

The two were playing dumb riddles, and the post house boy passed by, and he was very emotional: "Now it seems that there are not many good men like General Xiao, who agree to leave after the disaster, let his wife enjoy the happiness alone, and leave himself alone." ”

Song Qingyou echoed again and again.

Isn't it?

Like Xiao Qishu, it is indeed rare to pursue the heroine unsuccessfully, never marry, and silently be the affectionate male partner behind the heroine, the only pity is that it is not hers.

Xiao Qishu sneered back.

Between him and Song Qingyou, he couldn't be clearer that Song Qingyou and Xiao Yiran were childhood sweethearts, and they turned to him because Xiao Yiran had no hope of inheriting the Xiao family and disliked Xiao Yiran's uselessness, so he took the risk to drug him.

Now that he has broken his leg and been dismissed and exiled, it is useless for her, even if Song Qingyou is still smiling and smiling now, he is probably disgusted with him in his heart and wants to escape as soon as possible.

The two of them had their own ideas, and the post boy rolled his eyes and took out a rolled-up piece of paper. "According to the villain, the two newlyweds Yan'er will not have a chance in the future, and they should cherish it now, don't waste it, the exile route of the two of you, on which are marked with places with good scenery, a piece of gold."

Map!

Song Qingyou and Xiao Qishu glanced at each other, their hearts trembled with excitement, with this, wouldn't it be more convenient for them to escape?

After pretending to be difficult to get silver and arguing with the post station, Song Qingyou took out the silver to buy the map, pretended to be extremely concerned about enjoying the scenery on the road, and kept proofreading the location with the map.

The two of them, together with a few officials, quickly caught up with the Xiao family and his party, and Song Qingyou asked the bearded man dissatisfiedly: "I used the silver, and I said that I didn't want to go with them, why did I bump into it again?" ”

She didn't want to be exposed by Xiao Ningning's idiot when she ran away. As soon as she thought of this, Xiao Ningning rushed out of the Xiao family, grabbed her wrist and was about to walk into the crowd.

With so many lessons from the past, how willing Song Qingyou was, he immediately struggled.