After drinking the antidote, the poison in the body was cleared, and after simply using the lunch sent by Chang Qin, Song Yuchen took the firewood knife and went out of the Freehand Garden.

It didn't take long for him to return with a large bundle of green bamboos with the branches and leaves removed.

In Zhao Meiren's puzzled eyes, Song Yuchen began to build his bamboo house.

Familiar with the road, I quickly figured out a basic framework, and it looked like it.

Zhao Qingying suddenly realized that this talented son of the Song family was going to build another bamboo house in the garden.

After hesitating slightly, Zhao Meiren took out the priceless jade qin from the room, sat on a stone bench in the garden, and habitually held a pearl in her mouth.

For the sake of this guy's rare humble gentleman, why not play a song for him.

The jade finger flicked, and the jade piano sounded.

Song Yuchen smiled slightly, and said in his heart that he was so tormented, and it was not too much of a loss.

At the foot of the bamboo mountain, a group of disciples saw that the green bamboo on the mountain was constantly being cut down, and their eyes were red, if it weren't for the dock master not allowing them to come forward, it is estimated that they would have rushed up to fight, this guy is still addicted to cutting bamboo?

But soon, when the sound of the piano sounded on the bamboo mountain, everyone was fascinated again.

In fact, they shouted before that they wanted to break into the Freehand Garden, not without hiding a little selfishness, especially the male disciples, almost all of them came with the idea of wanting to see the beauty of the city, but they heard Jing You say, the woman in white who only knew the surname Zhao and was unknown, looked hard to get, and the music played with the flute was so moving and beautiful, such a fairy-like beauty, saying that she didn't want to see it with her own eyes, it must be a lie.

The child of the Song family, who was damned by God, actually shared a room with a fairy.

As long as I think of this, everyone's hearts are filled with anger for no reason.

It's a pity that after a song, the beautiful sound of the piano is gone, and the disciples are still unsatisfied.

At sunset in the evening, the bamboo house was finally built, and Song Yuchen, who was really a little tired, simply sat on the ground, looking at the newly built bamboo house from the outside, and sighed in his heart.

There is a feeling as if he has returned to the time when he was studying art in Yingwu, but the difference is that at that time, there were fellow disciples and brothers who helped him build it together, saying that he would come here for drinking or something in the future, so that he would not be discovered by the elders of the sect.

"What's the use of the new, the old ones are gone. Song Yuchen, who remembered the past, was a little sad.

Zhao Qingying happened to come out of the previous bamboo house, and when she saw the former's sad face, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

She walked to the door of the newly built bamboo house and said, "I want to live here." ”

As he spoke, a soft wave flashed in Zhao Qingying's eyes, this bamboo house was built by him himself, if he lived in it himself, would it be built for her?

Well, it should be.

But then, the guy couldn't spit out ivory from his mouth.

Song Yuchen said with a smile: "Did I say that this bamboo house is for you Zhao Meiren to live in? Don't forget, you have to sleep on the floor." ”

After leaving Qifeng Tower, Song Yuchen found that he seemed to be able to only take pleasure in teasing Zhao Meiren, otherwise if both sides treated each other politely along the way, it would be too rigid and boring, and that was not something he could bear.

Zhao Meiren, who has always been atmospheric, rarely showed the posture of a little woman, glanced at the guy fiercely, and said unreasonably: "Anyway, I am settled, if you have the ability, come in at night and drive this girl out." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked directly into the bamboo house, which especially left a fresh green bamboo atmosphere.

Song Yuchen had a helpless smile on his face.

But after a while, Zhao Qingying came out again, and entered the old house next door without saying a word.

Song Yuchen was wondering, and saw Zhao Meiren, who was in a beautiful posture, holding the quilt and pillow, and walked out of the old house, but hugged it to the new house.

Song Yuchen was stunned at that time.

The sun gradually set on the mountain, but Song Yuchen, who was already hungry, did not see the delivery of dinner for a long time, and in line with the idea of doing it himself, Song Yuchen caught two bamboo chickens on the bamboo mountain.

Song Yuchen, who had a bad history of stealing chickens, was very familiar with killing two pheasants that were estimated to weigh more than a catty, and then put them on the fire that Mr. Yuan Zhongshi had to barbecue.

Of course, it was not the talented son of the Song family who started the fire, but the Zhao Huakui, who had always been well-dressed and well-fed.

Now Zhao Huakui was angry, and when she saw that guy humming a little song while standing upwind for barbecue, she really wanted to burn the torch in her hand to that guy.

It was also her own blindness, thinking that the guy finally knew how to humble the woman, and never thought that the guy used the barbecue as a threat, asking her to help make a fire, otherwise she would not be given a barbecue.

Zhao Qingying is really hungry now, at noon, in order to maintain her usual ladylike image, almost everything was eaten by that guy, and then she was busy cleaning up the house, and she wasted a lot of energy, so it can be said that her eyes are black now.

"The fire is a little bigger, thank you. Song Yuchen, who was standing upwind, looked at Zhao Meiren, who was standing downwind and was smoky, and said with a smile.

Zhao Qingying's face was frosty, he snorted coldly, and directly added three or four large withered branches to it.

"Hey, hey, hey, the fire is getting bigger. Song Yuchen said, "It's all scorched after a while, I don't care, I don't know if you Zhao Meiren can eat it." ”

Zhao Qingying, whose face was baked red by the fire, reluctantly made the fire smaller according to the guy's wishes.

After tossing for a while, the two huge bamboo chickens were finally grilled, with golden skin and fragrant fragrance.

Song Yuchen leaned his nose forward very indecently and sniffed it heavily, "This is the real beauty and food." ”

"Oh, yours. Song Yuchen handed one of them over.

Zhao Qingying looked disgusted, "You've smelled this one, I want another one." ”

Song Yuchen smiled and said, "Why, you dislike it, that's really good, I'll smell the other one too." ”

"You" Zhao Qingying was furious.

If I had known that coming to Yingwu with this guy would be such a tragic situation, I wouldn't have come to kill her, so it was better to stay in the inn, anyway, she had silver on her.

"Give. Song Yuchen naturally didn't do that, and in Zhao Qingying's surprised eyes, he gave her the bamboo chicken very coolly.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, bamboo chicken is delicious and delicious, but it's the easiest to get fat, if you get up the next day and find yourself a fat woman, don't blame me." Seeing that Zhao Qingying was about to eat, Song Yuchen smiled.

As if seeing through someone's careful thinking, Zhao Qingying sneered: "Don't worry, I just hold it to death, and I just leave it for you." ”

Song Yuchen shrugged his shoulders, casually.